His Sick Obsessions

Chapter Five: Meme

I need to get out of here but the James warning of escape rang in my mind. I heard the door open and out came James- speak of the Devil- wearing black boxer shorts, and was shirtless.

He was hot, great abs, his dark blonde hair swaying over his eyes. He moved the hair out of his face and rolled his eyes at me, he grabbed a mat and laid it on the ground.

He started doing push-ups, I tried not to look but his muscles and features made him look like he can be in a magazine, I stopped thinking about him because of his threats he made to me the other day. Not that I was trying to get with him.

I tried to be invisible, as I worked out starring at the bar of the machine. When suddenly his hands were on my wrists. I tried to pull them away but he tightened his grip and flipped them- to the side where veins show- he looked at the cuts that moved up my arms and smiled evilly, I tried to pull my wrists back and he let me.

"Get off the machine, I want to see you", his voice full of authority. I was scared but got off the machine.

He looked me up and down and said "Danny was wrong about you, he said you were broken but your not broke... Not yet", then he glared at me.

I was hurt, how did he know Danny?Did they hurt him? Was he part of this? He couldn't have said that- that I was broken, right? Right?!

I tried not to show emotion but I still tensed up as he laughed.

The door to the basement opened up again, this time it was Dalton. I let out a little gasp. he was only wearing dark red basketball shorts. His abs also looked award winning- these were my kidnappers... They aren't nice like Adam yet I think of there abs. When you remain silent you Notice things. These are a small fraction of the thoughts that make me want to mute my mind. It's never beautiful chaos it's always just screaming from every direction and one of them had to be abs. I'd punch my mind if I could.

I remembered what James said... I let myself display the hurt, the broken comment was getting to me. James went upstairs, I gulped at the fact I was now alone with Dalton. Even if he was just a threat I still got bad vibes from him. He saw my face of sad, scared, and hurt.

"What you want to see your mommy and daddy?", he said In a mock tone. These words hurt but I guess he saw my face and looked a little guilty then a evil smirk.

Finally he said, "Don't get all emotional you will see your parents again".
I couldn't help but let out a small noise and tears, he looked at me confused and then walked over to me to me and grabbed me, I tried to pull away but his grip tightened . He grabbed my face and made me look at him,
"What's wrong, don't you want to see your parents?", he asked.
"My parents are dead" I said bitterly.
He let go and smiled.

Why was he smiling? Is it because he made me crack and cry?. I turned around and tried to run up the stairs but he grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder and then threw me on a mattress that was in the back of the basement, I gulped...

But yet again I felt the bluff.

He was standing over me, watching, thinking. he got on top of me holding down my arms and legs with his knees.

"Please stop", I said desperately. He kissed me on the mouth, I tried to move away but he grabbed my head still, I now had a free arm and slapped him. He looked angry, sitting up so I sat up too, now that my limbs were free I kneed him in the balls and ran up the stairs.