Bless Your Little Heart

FOUR

A couple days passed, he made another phone call to my father yesterday. Yet again threatening my life if he doesn't get his money.

I haven't slept, the shackles cut into my wrists, leaving them sore and aching. How badly I wanted to let my arms fall, them being pulled up higher the wall since my first day. My shoulders burned, I just wanted to lay down, I had a small bucket beside me to use the bathroom. I was weak, I had lost my will to live. Between starving and freezing it truly couldn't get much worse.

I heard the same lock on the door unlock again, this time revealing the man holding a plate of food, steam coming from the top. I stared down the plate in my starved state, counting the seconds till I could devour it. I watched as he walked slowly and sat infront of me, crossing his legs crisscross applesauce, almost like a child.

"So Madelyn," He emphasized my name as he spoke, "Here's the deal. You answer my questions. You get to eat." he smiled after his remark, as if he was being kind to me.

I snarled my nose at him, not wanting to give in to his requests but my stomach begged me. "Fine." I uttered, my head hanging down.

"Splendid!" He cheered, pulling his phone out of his pocket, taking a moment to pull up something.

"Okay firstly, what is your full name and date of birth." He looked up from the keyboard and eyed me, waiting for a response.

I sighed, hating that I had to give this man my information. But if it means I get to eat and love to see another day, Ill do it. "Madelyn Marie Clydes, October 14th, 2003." I looked into his eyes, showing the disgust I had for him. All he did was smile back.

"Perfect, at this rate you'll have a full tummy." He joked, earning no response from me. "Tough crowd." He clicked his tongue, picking up the fork and twirling it around the spaghetti on the plate.

Looking down my stomach turned, realizing this was the last meal I had with my parents. I felt like I was going to be sick, now this might be the last meal I eat ever. Before this man does what he wants with me and tosses my body in a ditch somewhere.

"Open." He held the fork near my mouth, waiting for me to open. Hesitantly, I opened my mouth, allowing him to guide the fork in and let the spaghetti fill my cheeks.

"Mmm." He hummed as I closed my mouth and chewed the mouthful of food. "I love when your cheeks are all filled up." I snarl at the sexual innuendo, disgust coursing my veins. This man saw me as nothing more than some piece of meat hanging in his house.

"Next question," He placed the fork back down and resumed on his phone, Im still chewing from all the food he shoved in my mouth.

"What is your fathers full name and his occupation?" Again he eyed me, watching as I slowly chewed the food with all the strength I had in me. "We don't have all day Madelyn." He spoke, annoyance in his voice.

I swallowed what I could without choking and answered him reluctantly. "George Marshall Clydes, he's," I swallowed the rest of the food in my mouth and caught my breath for a second. "He's the head salesman at Fridgicore. The refrigerator company." My answer seemed to please him as a smile crept on his lips, him typing the information down as I relayed it.

"I thought so." The smile staying on his lips as he continued. "Im guessing your mom is Jackie Lynn Clyde's, Head Secretary at Fridgicore?" He leaned close to my face as he spoke, sending chills down my spine.

I sat there for a second, almost afraid to answer, but I knew if I didn't he would think of something awful to do to me.

"Yes." I looked into his eyes, mine pleading with his, begging him to just let me go. But they ignored me, his devious smile sending me into fear.

He leaned back to where he was sitting and twirled more spaghetti around the fork, typing on his phone with the other hand.

"Not so much," I spoke up as I saw the mound on the fork piling up. He stopped spinning it and looked at me, anger once again filling the dark orbs.

"Please." I softly added, hoping this would calm him enough to not physically hurt me. I've endured enough physical and mental pain, I just wanted a break from everything at this point. I wouldn't even care if he left me alone for a week. At least I know I would be safe to die alone.

"Okay." His answer surprising me, him analyzing my features.

"You treat me with respect and I'll treat you the same, with a few exceptions of course." The devious smile returning, not wanting to interact more than I needed to I shyly nodded, looking up at him and opening my mouth.

His smile stretching ear to ear as I do what he commands without asking, seeming to please him even more. He put the fork in my mouth once again, allowing me to have time to chew and swallow now.

"Okay next question," He starts twirling the fork again, this time going slower, as to not get so much at once.

"Are you a virgin?" I look dumbfounded at him. "What?" I muster the courage to say, shock taking over my body at the question.

Who asks that? Why is he needing to know?

"Strictly business, not pleasure baby." He winked at me, again sending chills and disgust throughout my body.

"What does me being a virgin have to do with business?" Curiosity taking over at this point, I've already asked more than I should. Might as well go all in.

"Trust me baby, it's best if you don't know."

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Eek, who hates this man so far? Bc ik i hate writing him. But you might come around, maybe lol. Idk he's pretty shitty, but nonetheless, enjoy!

xoxo