Held Captive By My Future Love? [NovaHD]

Chapter 5 - Kill Kill

Bound up the stairs,

I'm in the shower,

Do you know I am going to leave you?

Do you know, I am going,

to leave you?

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"How can you treat me like this, like a fucking caged animal? You treat me like an animal, then pretend like you didn't do anything wrong and try to sweet talk your way out of a shitty situation. Leave me, I'd rather die than be on this damned earth for another minute."

James stood in front of me and looked at me, stunned. I was currently back where I first woke up, chained against a wall and locked inside like I was a fucking animal who couldn't control myself. Clearly I'm crazy because I'm the one who kidnaps people like its a fucking profession I went to college for.

James kneels down in front of me and grabs my face. "Don't you fucking speak to me like that again! I fucking took care of you when I could've let you die, but I have a heart which is why I feed you and let you speak," he spat.

I looked down, trying to think of anything I could do to make the situation better, but James thought I was looking for a pity party to show up. "You can try and look sad and depressed, but don't expect any respect or care from me, because you treat others the way you want to be treated. Have fun rotting in here you fucking asshole."

James stood and walked to the metal door, exiting the room and slamming the door on his way out.

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"James! James please! I'm really hungry, and I have pissed myself so many times, I can't even smell it anymore. I need water or something! James, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean anything that I said!"

After hours of screaming, my only response from James was silence, a sound I knew way too well now. I had been in this "prison" for probably 2 days, and all James is doing is watching from afar. I had my plan and I've started to execute it, but James won't take the bait.

"James, come on! I'm serious! Come here and feed me, I don't care if its fucking grass!"

Silence.

"Well, I can see you're too scared to confront me, as if you are in chains. Role reversal? I don't think so!"

The metal door stayed the same way it had since James had slammed it - closed. There hasn't been any sign of movement of life in this house from what i can hear and see. I haven't heard a peep, unless it was my own, where the source of it would be my stomach. This had caused me to have excruciating pain, which I couldn't help weaken unless I was asleep. Since James wasn't coming anytime soon, I decided to do just that.

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The slamming of the metal door woke me up and I looked up to see James a bag of food in his hand. This is my only shot, better make the best of it.

"Holy shit dude, I thought you were just exaggerating." James looked around my surroundings, looking for the source of the urine smell. He saw the marks on my wrists, which included dry blood, from whenever I struggled to get comfortable which had turned the chain's into a new rosy red color. James kneeled down and seemed as if he regretted his actions for a second, which caused him to make a stupid mistake.

"My wrists hurt too, so eat with your own hands." James unlocked the cuffs on my wrists and put the ring of keys back in his pocket as he sat with his legs behind himself, watching me struggle to open the bag. I took out the contents, which was takeout from some local Chinese restaurant and some fairly sharp utensils, which included a steak knife, and started to eat at a pace that caused me to lose my breath. Halfway through the meal, I looked up at James and say a quick thank you. James takes the opportunity to play with my hair. I continue to eat, now moving onto food which requires the utensils.

Perfect.

I start to cut up my food, taking my time to get James to daydream and slowly drift away from his surroundings. James looks down at the floor, and I take the opportunity to put my plan into full effect. I swing my arm above my head and bring it down with as much force as one can after being malnourished for a while, and stick the knife, which was previously in my hand, into his shoulder, right at the outer edge of his collar bone. James lets out a scream, obviously being in a lot of pain, as his body becomes limp and drops onto the floor. I start to beat him, causing him to slowly drift out of reality and lose blood faster, and start rummaging through his pockets to get the keys.

I unlock the shackles around my ankles and start to make a run for the door, going as fast as my bruised legs will take me. Once I reach the door, I open and look back at James, who seems to be unconscious. I turn back around, slamming the door on the way out.

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I'm in love with a dying man,

I'm in love with a dying man,

All our love's flying in the sand.

Mm-hmm.

I'm in love with a dying man,

I'm in love with a dying man,

I have done everything I can.

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lmao @ me, because this really fucking sucks
ive decided to continue instead of ending it here, because i got some ideas
i have other rEALLY GOOD BOOKS, 7 TO BE EXACT, SOME WHICH I HAVE STARTED
but im too scared, hence this sitting here  being finished since may, and my life has been pretty shit so idk

sorry for any errors. seriously, like im sorry, i tried to revise and edit.

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stay tuned i guess