Diaries: Seasons

9: Taken

Tristian

Where am I?

It's dark and cold and it smells like the men's cologne section in the mall. Complete darkness covers my eyes as I try to figure out where I could possibly be. I feel like I'm on a mattress by the way it bounces when I move, but I'm unfortunately tied up. Who would even think of taking m--

Japser.

He's been stalking me since we met and I took it too lightly. When I get out of here, I'm heading straight for the police.

I pull on the ropes, trying to do what I've seen hostages to on television and movies. If you try hard enough, you can find a weak spot. If you find a weak spot, you can get out. Simple logic.

Rolling and tugging on the tight ass ropes, I don't find a weak spot anywhere. Not even on the knot. It's like it was made with skillful hands featuring some crazy glue. Before long, they were beginning to hurt and were probably cutting off my circulation. I've got to get out of this but how?

The soft clicking of footsteps quickens my fight with the ropes. I roll over, trying to find something sharp and end up falling to the ground. The impact hurt, especially being tied up but I had no time to worry about that. My adrenaline was off the charts and I was beyond scared.

"My beautiful Tristian. Why are you on the floor? I laid you nicely on the bed so this wouldn't happen. I wouldn't want to mar your pretty skin, now would I?" Jasper crooned at me.
"You're disgusting and foul. Let me go and I may not contact the police." I threatened.
"Ha," he laughed. "Beautiful and funny. You're the whole package, baby girl." He mused, touching the side of my face.

I snapped my teeth at his hand, barely missing, barely feeling the graze of his fingers. He laughed, petting my head like an animal. Letting my hair out of its usual bun, he let it free, ripping the band in the process. Then he ran his fingers through it right before yanking it, forcing my head up. He snapped his fingers and the lights came on, making me look at the maniac himself.

"I'm going to give you the rundown of everything, and you will listen, and listen well. You're my slave. When I want something, I'll get it, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I am your god. When you want something, you will get on your knees and beg, like the little whore you are. We are to be married and you will carry my children. We'll have...preferably 6 or something. We'll come down to an agreement later. You will love them and they will love you but they will love me more. If you're a good girl, I'll let you go out in public with me. We'll go shopping and other things that women like. But if not... Well, you'll figure it out soon enough." He said sadistically. "Any questions? No? Good."

He leaned down to kiss me and I bit his lip. He growled and yanked my hair again, making me horrifyingly close to him again. Pushing his lips against mine, I wiggled and bucked until he gave up and gave me a slap to the face.

"Stop moving, Tristian." He whispered angrily.
"You're insane," I spat.
"Borderline."

And with that he left, taking the light with him.

Well damn.