When I wake up, I'm alone but his scent is still here.
I slowly get out of bed
I make my way to the bathroom.
I catch sight of my ribs in the mirror and I instantly vomit into the toilet.
I use the toilet then I wash my hands
I see him in the mirror but he's not there anymore.
I go into the kitchen to see what food he's left me
He's left two measly biscuits.
TWO MEASLY BISCUITS!
He left a note saying he's locked the cupboards and the fridge since I can't be trusted.
I eat one biscuit for breakfast and one for lunch.
I'm starving by dinner time
My ribs hurt so I just sit on the couch
He opens the door and goes straight to the counter
"You ate them all. Good girl."
"I'm hungry again, I'm sorry."
I wipe my tears
"It's okay sit down at the table and I'll make us dinner okay?"
He comments as he locks the front door.
I slowly move my way over to the table holding my ribs with each step
"How's your ribs?"
He comments
"Really painful."
I cry
"I'll give you a paracetamol with your dinner okay baby?"
"Yes please and t-thank you"
He opens the cabinets and gets a packet of paracetamol
I get one and I swallow it with some water
"What would you like for dinner?"
He questions.
"I really don't mind"
"Okay I'll make a spaghetti bolognaise."
I nod as I sit there clutching my ribs.
"Have you thought about getting me more clothes?"
"Nope if you behave I might get you some nice lingerie but you won't be wearing any kind of proper clothes."
I begin to cry again.
"It's okay honey you'll get used to it."
I wipe my tears
I sit there as he stirs the pot.
He plates up two plates and he sets them down
He gets me a glass of water
"Thank you."
"Thank you what?!"
He yells
"Thank you daddy!"
I yelp out of fear
"Good girl now eat."
I nod and I dig in.
It's so tasty.
I drink my water too and then he cleans up the plates
I sit there then he picks me up
"Hey hey put me down!"
I begin to kick and scream as he grips my ass.
"I'm taking you to the bedroom baby. We're going to watch some tv."
"NO NO NO!"
I cry.
I kick and screech like a toddler.
He places me down and I continue kicking and screaming
"Baby baby stop panicking!"
"No no you're going to hurt me!"
I sob as he forces me into a hug.
"Here suck on this honey."
He hands me a pacifier.
I stare at it awkwardly
"It will help you calm down sweetie."
"I don't want-"
He forces into my mouth.
I'm shocked
"Suck on honey."
I begin to slowly suck on it as my tears stream down my face
Daddy closes the door
It made a bang so I began to whimper
"Sh sh it's okay. It was just the door."
"Mean man coming!"
I cry
"What's wrong sweetie?"
"The mean man not nice!"
I whine as I hold onto him
"Who are you talking about honey?"
"The bad man that molested me as a child"
I cry and sob
"Oh honey sh sh you're okay."
I shiver in his arms as I suck on the pacifier.
"Sh sh that mean man won't get to you."
I nod as I calm down
He puts an arm around me as I become sleepy.
I yawn.
"Are you tired baby?"
"Uh huh."
"Okay let's go to sleep now baby."
I nod slightly.
"You need to take the pacifier out now baby."
"Noooo. I like- it?"
I whine.
"Baby don't argue. You can get it back in the morning"
"No no no no!"
I begin to throw a tantrum.
"Calm down or you will be spanked!"
I instantly stop.
I hand him the pacifier.
I head into the bathroom and I use it.
I wash my hands then I get settled in bed.
"Night baby."
"Night daddy."
He lies down next to me
He wraps his hand around my waist
I fall asleep quickly and so does he
YOU ARE READING
Kidnapped
Ficción General12 year old Estelle Wilson is kidnapped while walking home from school.She often is in little space due to past trauma. Will she ever escape or will she be trapped forever?