The Host Guy

46th Chapter

hello guys, im sorry for not uploading long chapters and for taking long time to upload but I think this story is not that good and I really wanna give up sometimes. You never comment or anything... And don't get me wrong I don't write to see lots of comments and votes but sometimes some feedback is good... love you guys
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I'm trying not to give up. I'm trying to steal his iPhone from his pocket, but he's too far from me now. I should get an excuse, Emily, think of a good excuse, think, think, think. C'mon, what could I do to distract him? There's got to be something that I can do.

I bite my sandwich, and I smirk. He doesn't stop looking at me, I feel vulnerable and awkward. Does he know that I want his stupid iPhone? Okay, not stupid, the right word is obviously, useful. He stopped, good. Now distract him Em, distract him.

I put two of my fingers deep in my throat, and two seconds later I started throwing up. This one was kinda fake but I have been throwing up a lot lately.

"What the fuck?" He yelled, his face was as green as mine. He probably feels like throwing up too. He opened the gate, put me on his back and then started running. For the first time, I could see where I was. We were in a forest, I just don't know it's name. I spotted a house some meters from us, and I'm guessing it's where Colton must be in.

He was running so fast that he didn't even feel me taking his phone out of his pocket. I put it in my pocket and then I just waited for him to stop running because it was making me really wanting to throw up.

When we got closer to the big and old house, I saw Colton. He was standing outside, with a cigarette in his hand and with a big smile attached on his face.

"Oh my love, I'm so happy to see you." Colton said. If you looked at his eyes you could tell he's psycho, he got that innocent and crazy look.

I kept my mouth shut. I had nothing nice to say to him, only bad things, which if I could I'd have said it already. And I don't think he would like to hear what has been on my mind since he took off his mask.

"Baby girl, how much did you miss Daddy?"

"I don't think I've missed you. The farther you are from me, the better." I said with bravery. Even though I knew things had consequences, I also knew that the truth is to be told.

"You are so funny." He laughed, and got close to me. "Don't be sarcastic, baby."

You are sick, Colton. When are you gonna open your eyes and face the real world that's in front of you?

"I wish I was being sarcastic, you need to get help, you are mentally ill." I said it so fast that I don't even know if I said all those words.

"Are you asking for punishment?" He was talking to me like if I was a little kid that just broke a jar. "I really think you are, I love you, Em, but go to that room and wait there for me." He said, pointing to a room at our left.

I headed to the mysterious room, and he followed me right after, once I got in, he locked the door. Finally, I'm alone. I took the phone out of my pocket, and called 911.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"Help me, I'm locked in a house with a psycho," I whispered, my voice always cracking, "Please get me out of here."

"We are doing our best to locate your phone, what's your name?"

"Emily Jackson."

"Oh, okay, we know that you've been missing for 2 weeks. Calm down, don't hang up! It's important that you always stay with us, we can't track your location if you do hang up."

"But I'm hearing footsteps, he's coming." I whispered, I just wanted to cry. I'm done with all of this. And I haven't been feeling well since I'm here. Perhaps because he raped me one more time, but I have been feeling sick every morning, I missed my period, it always comes in the second week of the month and until now, nothing. I've had lots of changes in my breasts, and that makes me think of bad things. I just hope it's not what I'm thinking.

It can't be.

"Put the phone somewhere in room where he can't see it, and don't hang up! Be strong, we will try our best! Maybe today you will be able to sleep on your own bed."

"Thank you."

I put the phone under the bed next to me. I started hearing the door knob making it's tremendous sound, and then I saw his figure starting to appear behind the door. And that's when my nightmare continued.

You know that dream that every night when we go to bed we always continue it? You know, it's our life goal and where we feel happy, our shelter is that dream. It's where we feel safe. Well, I used to be like that.

Now I have nightmares, not in my head when I go to sleep but in real life when I'm trying to live and it's always at any hour of the day.

"Baby, why are you still dressed?"

What does he think I am? What am I? Who am I? What am I doing?

Questions I don't know how to answer, questions that by the time goes on, will disappear.

"I thought you knew what punishment meant. Do you?" He said making his way to me, one of his hand was starting to take off his belt and the other was indicating me to sit on the bed.

What can I do? What if I pretend to love him? What if? I have no time for what if's. I gotta do what I need to do to save myself.

"Sorry, Col, I was being a really bad girl, but hey, I don't need punishment." I said trying to make a flirty voice. I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm playing along.

Breath, you are saving yourself.

"Oh you don't need punishment?" He asked, eyeing all my moves.

"No baby, now give me your belt." I whispered in his ear and took the belt out of his hand. And I felt relieved for a short period of time, he is not gonna hurt me with this, not anymore.

"But you need this?" He pointed to his dick, and I was almost throwing up when he said it. But I had to think positive, this is the last time he's gonna be in the same room with me. After this, he's gonna see the sun in squares.