Mine (Unedited) (Discontinued?)

Chapter 3

Kendra had been left alone for so long, she learned to tell the difference between night and day from the color of the dirt on the basement window. She had to guess she had been abandoned for almost a week. The only signs someone ever came down here was the water and food she would sometimes wake up to.

Taking a drink out of the tall glass she had received, Kendra resumed her fantasy of being with her friends. She guessed her birthday was today, so she had them throwing a birthday party for her. Setting the cup down, she leaned back against the wall so she could stare at the ceiling while she daydreamed.

"Happy birthday, Kendra!" her best friend, Katie Gallagher, shouted happily.

Kendra laughed. "Thanks, Katie," she said, wrapping her arm around the waist of the taller female in a hug.

Katie returned it, grinning from ear to ear. They stepped inside the redhead's home in excitement. Both girls were anticipating the slumber party that was going to be thrown that night.

Someone snapping their fingers in front of Kendra's face pulled her out of her thoughts. Jumping, Kendra straightened and looked at who was interrupting her imaginary birthday party. She sighed when she saw the killer or her parents staring at her with an annoyed expression. "What?" she asked, exasperation evident in her tone.

"I've been down here for ten minutes and you haven't said a word. What the hell were you thinking about?" Kendra shrugged, deciding she didn't want him to know today was her birthday. She watched as his annoyance grew, making him run his fingers through his hair. "That isn't an answer."

"Then you aren't getting one, are you?"

Rolling his eyes, Jeff decided to not push it. He figured she would be stubborn, and he didn't want to accidentally kill her because he couldn't control his anger. Looking at her for several moments, he sat in front of her when he decided he wouldn't just use her as a toy. He needed someone to talk to, damn it.

"Normally people don't abandon a new toy for a week after just getting it," Kendra commented, earning a strange look from her captor.

"Did you just refer to yourself as a toy?"

Kendra ignored the question. "And normally roses wilt by then, hell any flower would wilt after a week without care."

"I did care for you. You got water and food."

"Once a day, which is barely enough to keep me from dying. If you keep on like this, I'll end up thinner than paper."

"Why should I care?"

"You told me I'm both your new toy and your 'little flower'. Typically people take care of both better than you are right now, so I'm guessing I must not be a very pretty rose, or a very good toy."

The kidnapper stared at her, then began to laugh. Kendra crossed her arms, her expression not changing from the blank one she was wearing. "I'm glad my request for more food and water is so amusing to you," she stated, eventually rolling her eyes when he didn't stop laughing.

Jeff calmed his laughter, wiping away tears that were forming. "I was busy, little rose, otherwise I would have visited sooner and played with you more. I'll keep in mind to make sure you don't get lonely if you're so desperate for interaction."

"I'm not!" Kendra protested, her patience wearing thin.

"You can't expect me to believe that whole dialogue of yours was just because you wanted enough food and water to remain healthy?" Kendra gave an exasperated roll of her eyes, then gave him a look that said that was exactly what she expected. "Fine, I'll bring you food and water more often. Anything else?"