Kidnapped (☆Sequel Is Published☆)

Please

I lay back against my car, fiddling a branch between my fingers. The sun was beginning to set, causing the sky to become a dark shade of orange near the edge horizon. I take a deep breath.

The girl was like a statue as she layed next to the dead, yet warm, fire pit. She had her arms curled against her chest and legs flared out against the dirt and gravel.

I enjoyed giving her this time. I've noticed that it was her favorite time of day, as well as mine. It felt like we were just friends having fun, bonding over a bad situation. The only difference: there's nothing more I love to do than make her hurt.

For hours, and for days, I've been stuck with her. What other choice do I have but to watch her? It filled my soul with relief, with a sense of pride. I had beaten her down to be nothing but my project. No one knew where she was at, who exactly has her, or if she's even alive.

I stand up, throwing the branch near her. I watch as her head slowly moves to the sound. I could see how weak she's gotten. It gives me a rush.

"Emma, get up," I grunt and reach down, pulling her up to her feet with a struggle. I could feel every detail of her ribs and her elbows, which had made sex so much worse. It grossed me out. I murmur. "Yuck."

She looks up at me as I stare her down. I loved these types of moments where I could truly see her. Her eyes were like those of a dead man walking. They had nothing left in them, no spark. Her once sky-blue eyes had seemed to go dull.

I grab her face to force her to look at me. I glance over from her eyes, lips, nose, everything. Her lips were bruised from all the beatings I inflicted. Her cheeks red from the cold evening. She had a thin layer of dirt covering her face and arms. It was brilliant to see what I had done.

"You are wonderful," I smile gently and kiss her forehead. To my surprise, she remained still. It worried me. "What's wrong? Are you hungry?" I let go of her cheeks and wait for an answer.

"N-no. I'm ok," she says softly, her eyes falling down to look at the floor. I knew she was lying, and I don't tolerate that.

"Be honest," I say sternly. I was done being nice today.

She looks up. I could see that most the amount of fear from before had been wiped away from everything I had done. I was beginning to get bored of this girl. I wanted to see her scared, needed to.

"C'mon! Answer!" I yell a little. She perks up and looks up at me. "I... I just... I want-" I interrupt her with a hard slap to the right side of her face. She yelps and drops to the floor on her knees. I didn't allow her to care for the sting, so she remained completely still.

I grab her shirt and yank her up as hard as I could. I huff angrily. "Spit. It. Out."

"I wish you would kill me already." She says confidently.

I keep my hold on her shirt and try to keep a mean face, but I couldn't help but be confused. "You... want... to be dead?" I ask, slowly letting go. Tears begin to form in her eyes, yet nothing else moves. "Please." she whispers.

I sigh as I watch her shake a bit in front of me. I guess... it wouldn't be the worst thing to happen. She bores me and I've done enough to her.

"Ok. I accept."

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Morning hits, and I wake up with a big stretch and the sound of sprinkling rain. The tent was coming down today, and things were going to be packed up. Emma wasn't in the tent, but instead, under a tree. She just disgusts me, and I don't want her to sleep with me anymore.

I pull the sleeping bag to my side and stand up. I unzip the tent after reaching for a blue rain jacket. I pull my hood on and walk out to see Emma still asleep. Today was a big day. She asked me to end her life. It was such an honor to have been important enough for her to have asked that of me.