Stockholm Syndrome

7. Help!

We arrive at a place that looks like a house. He explained to me in the car that this was not his home and that he rents it for when he drives here, Rhode Island, from Boston. He had dragged me into the place but took me to the basement. He takes off the tape on my mouth. "J! J!" I yell, crying. "Shut up!" Markus yells at me. He unties me but ties me back up again. I'm tied with chains, my arms up and legs out, kind of like a starfish. The chains holding my arms were tied to the ceiling and the chains holding my legs were tied to the side walls. "Let me go, take me back," I talk with a shaky voice. "No, J hasn't been doing his job correctly, silly girl." He laughs at me and kisses my cheek. I turn my head to avoid the kiss. "Don't turn!" He slaps the same side of my face that J slapped earlier today. "Goodnight, babe, I'll see you in the morning," he says going up the stairs and probably to sleep. I sigh and look around me. I don't want to be here. I need J, I miss him. Why did Markus have to be so quiet? I wish J woke up, I wish J was here. Help me, please.

I didn't sleep at all tonight. Markus come down. "What time is it?" I ask with no eye contact. "11 a.m., Time for my body on yours before J actually finds out where you are," J should be waking up by now! He takes off his shirt. Nasty 30 year old man. "No," I say. "Don't tell me no." He looks me dead in the eyes. He takes off the chains holding my feet and easily slides off my pants. I try to kick but he's a pro at keeping me still. He ties me back up and rubs my thighs with his big hands. I shiver because the way this feels is disgusting and I hate it. He rips off my pink panties that J had bought, good thing I have more. My bottom layer had been exposed to Markus. "You're very sexy," he says kissing my thighs. I squirm but I can't move because of the way I am tied up. Before I know it he has my shirt and bra off, tears start to fall. "Please don't. Please let me go." My voice is faint. Maybe J knows he was going to take me and didn't tell me, maybe that's why he hasn't showed up. He puts his hands around my waist and his lips on mine, he used his tongue. I want to scream, cry, and hit. But the only thing I can do at the point is cry, knowing my body is about to be raped, knowing my naked body is exposed to someone I don't want it to be exposed to... knowing J traded me after I try to connect with him. During this time, Markus whips me, as if I like it. He leaves marks and very little blood on my back that looks like I've been scratched by a finger nail. He slaps my butt and tells me I've been a very naughty girl. He touches my front area just when someone knocks on the door. He rolls his eyes and mumbles, "stupid police." He grabs a gun and goes up the short step. As soon as he leaves I let the tears fall and whimpers come out, I'm never escaping this one. "Where's the girl?" I hear a voice that sounds a lot like J. "Where's the girl!? She didn't just run away, Markus!" He yells. "I told you I don't have her, you kept her to long and she probably found a way to leave, dumbass!" Markus lies to him. "J!" I scream. "J! Help me!" I scream again, hoping that it's him and that he can hear me. "Show me where she's at." J demands. He heard, he's here. Markus denies showing him where I am. "Show me where the damn girl is at or I swear I will shoot you right here, right now!" He yells angrily. They slowly find their way down to the basement. J is holding a gun against Markus' head, while Markus is being backed up to where I am. He is holding his own gun in his hand facing the floor. "Okay," J says uncomfortably as he sees me naked. He shakes his head to ignore it. "Let her go, untie her," he demands shoving the gun to Markus' temple. Markus starts to untie my arms. "Feet first dumbass," He hits him with the gun. As soon as I'm untied I grab my clothes from the floor and put them on quickly. My back hurts once again. "Get in the car. Now," he demands me, I start to walk away when I hear a loud gun shot come from the same room, I also hear J yell out a pained cry. He got shot in the shoulder. "J!" I scream. "Get in the car! Now!" he yells again holding his shoulder. Him and I run out to his car while he shoots bullets at Markus, missing on purpose so he would only scare him. I get in the drivers seat and force J to get in the passenger seat quickly. I drive off back to J's place.

"Are you okay?" I ask as we get inside J's house. He nods while blood drips down his arm. He goes upstairs to his bathroom and I follow. He takes off his shirt and looks at the wound, thank goodness the bullet wasn't in his arm. "Let me help," I suggest. He says no but I take his arm anyway and help him clean up. I wrap it up so he loses no more blood and so it stops bleeding. This was the most I've ever touched him, besides tracing the tattoos on his body. His arms had muscle, like he worked out. I was still impressed. I then went to the room. I heard him turn on water for a bath, a bath sounds good, I should have thought of taking one. A few minutes later J comes in the room, "your bath is ready," he announces. "That's my bath?" I ask making sure. "Yeah, get in," he says. I go to the bathroom and close the door, I get in and it feels so nice. So warm and relaxing. "Are you in?" J asks from outside the door. I reply yes. "Okay, cover up, I'm coming in," he warns. I cover up and let him come in. I look at him. "Make your back face me," he demands and I do as he says. "I saw the whip marks on your back earlier," he tells me as he grabs a wash rag. "Yeah, it hurt," I explain. He gets soap on the wash rag and begins washing my shoulders and back, it feels nice. I hug my knees, hiding my private parts that he's already seen unintentionally. "Did he do anything else to you?" He seems concerned. "He touched me," I confess quietly. "Sorry about him." He continues washing my back side softly. "There, you can go ahead and bathe the rest of your body, but from now on you sleep with me," he explains. He sets the wash rag next to me and leaves the bathroom. "Thank you," I say in a whisper that he cannot hear. By the time evening came it was 10 p.m.

We decided to lay in bed early, but I couldn't sleep. I have my back facing J, I'm staring at the wall even though I can't see it because it's pitch black. "Your silence is keeping me awake because I know you're not asleep," J speaks breaking the silence. "Sorry," I apologize, "Can you rub my back for me?" I ask kindly. "Like how you rub mine?" He acts like he's never done it before, I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't. In all honesty, he didn't seem like the sweet type of guy. I nod and lift up my shirt just under my breasts so he can rub my bare back. "Uh, okay," he's unsure. I lay on my stomach and let him rub my back with one finger like I would do to him. I find him then using his whole hand rubbing up and down my back, this is so relaxing. While he does this, I fall asleep and dream of how things used to be. I miss my family.

Author's Note: Tell me what you guys think so far. I'm brainstorming hard for ideas, it's not easy at all! If you have any opinions don't be shy to leave a comment!(:
(P.S. If there are any typos I apologize, I'm trying hard to find them all. xx)