you're mine

chapter 7

Emily

When I wake up in the motel bed, Luca is still asleep beside me. He looks peaceful when he is sleeping.

I question to myself whether I should stay a little longer. He told me about his family last night. Maybe he is not so bad. He probably just needs someone to talk to.

I can be that someone, for a while at least.

But what if he kills me?

He is asleep. Very asleep. This means I could escape.

Throwing the cheap, thin covers off of me, I head for the motel room door. I don't know if he is a light sleeper or not so I keep it in mind to be extra quiet. Him waking up and punishing me is the last thing I want to happen.

I finally reach the door and pull on the handle. Its locked. I scan the room for keys and spot them on the bedside table beside him.

My feet turn in place and I tip toe over to him.

moving faster than before, I turn back towards the door, not wanting to waste anymore time.

Before I reach the door I hear a voice that makes me stop dead.

"Going somewhere?" His voice is a lot deeper now, being the effects of him sleeping. It is almost alluring.

My breathing becomes heavy as I try to think of an excuse.

"Nope, just wanted some water." I smiler now facing him.

"I'll get it for you." He gets up out of bed, slipping his shoes on and takes the keys off me " back to bed." He whispers and leaves.

Shit. He definitely found that suspicious, but I can't dwell on that. I will just have to prove myself again. I need him to think I won't leave him. I do feel a little guilty for tricking him like that when he admitted to loving me, but he could really turn crazy at any moment. I mean, he did choke me and threaten me in the car. Something tells me that isn't even a fraction of what he is capable of.

Luca walks into the room, distracting me from my thoughts.

"Here's your water!" He smiles. He's not mad at me, at least I don't think he is.

I down most of my water, making my stomach ache.

Not keeping any time for him to ask questions, I go back to sleep.

...

It has been a few hours since we woke up. Luca didn't want to spend anymore time at the motel. He said he 'Didn't trust the receptionist'.

"So, any specific plans for today?" I ask.

"Food. Let's play a game." He taps the steering wheel with his fingers as he replies.

"I don't want to play a game with you."

"That's rude considering I've given you food and a warm place to sleep. But fine, what do you want to do?"

"Get out of these pyjamas."

"So you want some clothes? That's understandable."

I nod in reply.

A few minutes later, he pulls into a café.

"Come on, out. After we eat we can go shopping for clothes."

.

We took around twenty five minutes to eat. I had eggs on toast and Luca had waffles with five different types of chocolate.

I wouldn't picture such a kid-like person to be a kidnapper. He isn't much older than a kid himself. Some people would class him as one.

We are now in the car, driving to the store I think. That's where he said we were going, but he also believes he isn't my kidnapper. Since he is clearly delusional, he might believe he is taking me shopping when he is actually dropping me in the middle of a desert or driving us off a bridge.

When we pull up outside of the shopping centre, I gather he isn't so delusional.

"Before we get out, know that if you even try to run from me or get help I will kill every single person in there and handcuff you to myself." His voice is stern, it sends shives down my entire body.

"You don't have that power, Luca." I argue and the fear that runs through me makes my body ache.

Luca

I sigh. "I'm doing something nice for you. I'm buying you clothes. Do you really have to be so ungrateful about it? All I ask is you just accept this and you can't even do that?"

"Why should I  have to?" She cries, again.

"Don't. But see how far that gets you." I say, then lean over and cover her mouth tightly with my hand. She tries to fight against me, but doesn't last long before falling limp against the door.