One Way Home // Steve Kemp

Nine

Camille's POV

The first thing I noticed was that my head hurt like hell. Definitely worse than any other hangover I've ever experienced. I slowly opened my eyes and adjusted to my surroundings.

"Steve?" I looked around the dimly lit room and there he was. Sitting in a chair opposite of me.

"Hello Darling."

"Wha- What happened." I have no recollection of ever seeing this part of his house, or entering this room in fact.

"I drugged you," he stated calmly. I tensed up. He had to be joking. There was no way he would do that.

I laughed it off. "Very funny." I went to go and rub my eyes, but the second I moved my right hand, the sound of metal moved along with it. I looked down, my left hand was free, but my right was handcuffed to the wall.

"Steve.. this is a joke, right?" I fearfully locked eyes with Steve. Every ounce of him was showing nothing but the truth. He was being dead serious.

"Now why would I do that?" He took a sip of his drink, that I just now noticed, very slowly.

My breathing started to accelerate. "What are you- what are you going to do to me?" My mouth quivered at my words.

"I'm going to tell you but you're going to freak."

I bit my lip to stop my quivering. "Please Steve." I pleaded. "I've been nothing but nice to you. Why would you do this?" Tears started to fall out of my eyes. Never could I imagine my Steve doing this.

"Exactly. I needed an obedient girl like you. Easier to manage."

"Just take these off.."

"I can't do that." He showed no remorse, nothing. He acted like this was a normal everyday thing. Apparently for him, it was.

He stood up from his little seat and carefully walked up to me. I pushed myself back in the corner as far as possible, but it was no use. I had no where to go.

He crouched down, his face inches from mine. "You want to know what's going to happen." I shook my head. I knew whatever it was, it was not going to be good.

He wiped my tears. "To bad, it's better to know. Just know I like you a lot Cam, and it pains me to do this but I've gone to far."

I started to hyperventilate. "Steve," I cried.

He grabbed my face harshly, making me look at him dead in the eye. "I'm not going to kill you, but I will sell your meat. People pay a lot of money for it."

I held my breath. "This is not happening, this is not happening." I repeated that over, and over again.

"CAMILLE!" I stop immediately, this was not the Steve I knew. "Don't worry, I'm still going to take good care of you. Feed you, cook for you, making this as painless as possible. Unless you act up."

"I'll do anything, I'll be your anything. Just please don't do this!" The tears wouldn't stop coming, I was desperate at this point.

"I wish I could give in that easily," Steve said. "You're a good girl. There was definitely something there."

I broke down in hysterics. I wanted my Steve back. The caring Steve I once knew, not this Steve who would fucking eat a girl.

I felt arms wrap around my waist. Before I knew it, I was being lifted onto someone's lap. "Shhh," Steve cooed in my ear, his breathe fanning across my neck. This. This was the Steve I wanted.

I wanted to hit him, I wanted to hurt him, but I just couldn't do it. My fight or flight instincts should be kicking it, but they weren't. What the hell is wrong with me.

"I don't want to do this just as much as you don't want this to happen."

I kept my head down, to scared to face Steve. "Then why do it?"

"It's my job." It all came to me. Fucking plastic surgeon my ass. He didn't help people, he just takes there meat, skin from them.

He turned me around so that I was straddling him. "I know there is still apart of you in there that likes me. Feels things for me. It mutual honey, don't fight it."

"I don't want you to hurt me. I don't want you to take things from me." The tears stopped. Somewhere in my brain knew Steve wasn't going to hurt me, not right now at least.

"If you gain my trust.. we'll see what happens," he said. "Break it, and you'll face the consequences. You should feel lucky, I never do this. I wasn't joking when I said I still like you, care for you. Something about you is.. different."

I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder. He sighed in relief of my accepting him. If only he knew.
"There's my good girl."

We sat there for awhile, Steve, I knew was enjoying himself. But me? I was just to afraid to move. Eventually, Steve broke the grasp. "Hate to cut this short but I have.. business to attend to."

He took me off of his lap and back onto my makeshift bed. He went over to the door of my room, cell, and turned back to me. "Let's hope you behave." And with that, he left the room.

Will him gone I finally had time to scope out the place. To the right was the door and my bed. On the wall of the door was a sink followed by a mirror. Across from that was a toilet. Wow, at least he's thoughtful. If those were even the right words to describe him.

Never in a million years did I ever think this would happen to me. I had to get out. I don't care whatever emotion attachment my brain has to Steve. I had to leave. And there was only one way I knew how. Only one way I knew how to get back home.

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