I express no emotions, staring at the eerie wooden floor. I have now been held hostage in this old creepy house for about three weeks now, and it has been nothing but pure torture. All the beatings, the frightening looks, the odd and disgusting affection. I'm sure surprised he hasn't raped me yet. Let's hope I don't jinx anything.
So blunt and careless I sound, huh?
Well, when you're being treated like nothing, and are violently beaten to death, you come to the conclusion of having no feelings or physical feeling as well. You start not to care, and just wait for what comes. All you're left with is your internal thoughts, that make you wonder on the smallest, tiniest, littlest, itty bitty thing.
Most average people are fed delicious food for breakfast. Maybe your mom's home made pancakes, all creamy and fluffy, the texture just right. The sweet, thick syrup hovering the mouthwatering pancake. And, maybe a bit of butter at the top to add that bit of savoring taste to the food.
Oh god, what am I doing to myself? All I get for breakfast is nothing but dry school-looking pancakes, with no syrup or butter to make it look or taste delicious. I have a glass of so called water, that tastes like sea water. Lets face it, the water is probably water from a river they found and used it to put all the dead bodies they have in it. Then scooped some in a cup, and gave it to me.
The clothes I wear, are from two choices. Black lingerie with a black lace robe. Or some black laced thong with a black lace bra. I see a theme of black and slutty. Which is not me at all. I'm the type to wear cartoon underwear or some girl boxer briefs with a baggy t-shirt. Unfortunately, I wear the black lingerie with a black lace robe.
I just don't understand how this could happen to me, out of everyone in the world. Me? Why does life love to take huge gigantic shits, right in my god damn face? Just why? At least I don't have Stockholm Syndrome. God, that'd be so stupid.
Luke hasn't really spoken to me since two days ago. Probably because he's been too busy killing people just for the sake of his entertainment, haha. Somebody get me the hell out of here.
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I heard muffled sounds coming from the boring door, that isolated me from the outside world. I stiffened up, and tried to listen.
"Open up the door, take her out and send her up to my office." I'm pretty sure it was Luke telling his servants what to do. He was a very dominant person. Organized, controlling, demanding. Just wants what he wants, and gets it no matter what. Reminds me of Stewie Griffin. Wow, I miss Family Guy.
One of his servants came to me, and grabbed my arm. They pulled me up and led me all the way up to his office. Geez, you'd be surprised by how far away his office is from any contact of the living in this house.
"Here she is, sir." The servant said, with great posture and looked straight at him.
"Thank you. You can go now." He said, and as soon as the servant left he looked at me, with eyes of passion.
"You look beautiful." He said, with a soft smile. I blushed lightly, but snapped myself out of this stupid thought I was having.
"Uh... Thank you.." I said and looked at my hands.
"I just want to rip that see through lingerie right off you, and damn..." He said, his eyes now darker.
"What do you need?" I said, covering up myself a little more with my arms. I felt so awkward and just absolutely uncomfortable.
"Ah, yes. Well baby girl," he said, picking his feet off his desk and putting his own back on top of his desk, "The mental institution. They know I took you. And they have search parties after you. We can't risk them taking you away from me, no no we can't have that." He said smiling. "So, we're staying here until next month. We're going somewhere else, and I can't tell you where." He smiled, cheekily.
"What?" An overwhelming feeling of anxiety and unease took over my body.
"Just the two of us, baby." He got up from his chair, and walked up to me. He pushed me against the wall, and got two inches away from my face. He started kissing my neck. "All alone."
