Taken

Chapter O4

-Lily's P.O.V.-

It was over. It was finally over. The man left me on the flood bleeding and gasping for air and coughing with the chains still wrapped around me. The tears were streaming down my face but I wasn't allowed to scream, not allowed to say anything or it would happen again. I pressed myself against the walls, the cold wall touching my bare back. To try and forget everything that just happened I closed my eyes and imagined happy memories of my family.

Those made me smile, even if there weren't a lot of them. But there were a lot of memories with Dylan and Marian. Dylan...when I finally thought we were getting somewhere this happens. He probably thinks I left him and I'm a terrible person. I pushed that out of my mind though, because that wasn't something happy.

But it was hard to think of happy thoughts when I was starving. I knew it was the next morning at least, or around there, maybe even mid-day. I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday at six. I'm a food loving person, this was hard on me. Not like the raping wasn't hard on me either.

I laid my head against the wall and at this point I wanted the man to come down and kill me. I didn't want to live through this torture. If I died everything would be easier. So I screamed, as loud as I could. So loud that someone could probably hear it from outside the house. I kept screaming until the door of the dark unknown room I was in opened.

"Shut up!" A boy screamed, but it wasn't the same man. This boy had a higher voice and it didn't scare me as much as the other man's did. A hand went over my mouth after he slapped me, not too hard but hard enough for it to sting pretty bad. "Didn't he tell you if you screamed you'd die!?" He asked and I opened my eyes wide to try and see him through the darkness but I couldn't. I didn't nod or shake my head so he let go of my mouth and walked away, hopefully to get a gun. Instead he flicked on the lights, it burned at first but then my eyes adapted. I looked around for the first time without being raped immediately.

It was a regular bedroom, but there was no carpet and no bed. It was empty and large, and I was the unfortunate one chained to the corner farthest away from the door.

I then looked up at the boy and jumped a bit when I saw how much he resembled the man who took my virginity. He stared down at me not with anger in his eyes but an unknown expression that I couldn't make out.

"Here." He said and threw a blanket to me so that it covered my exposed self. The warmth of it rushed over to me and I cuddled into it a bit without getting any scratches from the chains. I then looked up at him, his blue eyes piercing through my soul, I wanted to ask him questions. But it was stupid of me to feel safe because he looked around my age. He's probably as lethal as that man.

"What's your name?" He asked me after looking at me for a long while, but I didn't respond. He was trying to trick me, so that I would talk, break the rule and be raped. "What's your name?" He asked and knelt down in front of me, I pressed my self closer to the wall as far away from him as I could get.

"I won't hurt you if you speak." He says sternly and I clear my throat a bit.

"Lily." I told him and after the word escaped my mouth I shut my eyes tightly to avoid the torture to be seen before it happens. But it never came, so I opened my eyes slowly to find him still looking at me.

"I'm Ryan." He told me and I nodded my head, the name suited him. "Please don't scream again." He begged, his blue eyes filled with concern but probably not for me but himself. He had some bruises, that man probably beat him when he didn't something wrong too. I'm not making any promises, if I wanted to die all I had to do was scream again and hope this idiot didn't come down here.

"Lily, you can talk to me. He's not here right now." Ryan told me and I shuddered as he fixed the blanket on top of me, brushing against my skin once in a while. "I'm sorry this happened to you." He told me and I looked at his eyes that avoided my gaze, I backed into the wall some more as a signal for him to stop touching me. He did.

I thought about it, though. If he really wanted me to talk I could probably get some answers while I'm at it.

"Why are you here?" I asked him, my voice trembling even though I tried to make it sound strong.

"I'm Jackson's son." He told me before crossing his legs, I watched as he did. Careful that he didn't pull anything to try and hurt me.

"Who is Jackson?" I asked, I sounded like a five year old talking for the first time and it was annoying me but I couldn't control it.

"The person who took you." He said and stared at his crossed legs, my eyes grew wide as I backed away even further from him even though that wasn't possible. To think that this person was actually trying to be nice to me, he's my torture's son. "No, no, no! I won't hurt you...not right now I won't." He said and I trembled, not right now? So he was going to hurt me later?

"Why are you talking to me?" I asked him sharply, more confidence filling my voice.

"Because I know you're scared." He said touching my cheek with his hand and I snapped my head away and out of his reach, sadness filled his eyes. "I'm sorry this happened to you." Ryan confessed, if he was so sorry why didn't he take me out of this death trap? Exactly, because he wasn't sorry. I hate liars.

Then I heard a door slam from outside of the room and Ryan looked at me with fear before getting up and flicking off the lights and leaving me alone again. Not that I liked his company in the first place, all he did was lie to my face. His name probably wasn't even Ryan, and he was probably a criminal just like 'Jackson'. No, he was a criminal. He was working with someone like Jackson, it made me sick!

I curled myself into the blanket and rested my head on the wall hearing screaming going on outside my door, it scared me. I started to shake and tears threatened to spill again but I held my ground. That was until my door opened and I could see the light shine through, there stood Ryan, his face red and freshly slapped.

"Where are you!?" Jackson yelled and I brought my knees to my chest in fear, trying to be quiet. I could hear him approaching and I just wanted to push him away but I couldn't. He found me and kicked blindly, not caring where his boot landed. He kicked me in the face and I bit my lip so I wouldn't yelp in pain, I bit so hard that my lip started to bleed. I resorted to gritting my teeth as he kicked me another time in the chest.

"Blame him!" Jackson screamed and referred to Ryan, I just clamp my eyes shut not wanting to see his face that I could plainly see. I knew Ryan could see me, but he didn't do anything, nothing at all. He was probably enjoying my pain. Jackson walked away and slammed the door behind him, I couldn't see the light anymore nor Ryan.

I was happy for that, it was his fault anyways.