Captive

Chapter Seven

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I let out a sigh, pulling on the rope for the millioneth time. “This is ridiculous.” I hissed under my breath as I pushed my legs straight out in front of me. I was sitting on the hard wood floor with my arms lifted up barely past my shoulders, my wrists pressing together as the rope held them tightly, once again rubbing my skin, this time it was just getting irritated and slightly raw because it wasn’t the wire he had used before. I was tied up to the fireplace, so there was no way I could drag it across the room with me. I was just glad he hadn’t thrown wood into it and let it burn, because Zaleck had been very frustrated with me before he had left. I had run away from him and up the stairs. It wasn’t a big deal. I mean really, I just tried to hit him in the head with the lamp that had been on the night stand.  

He didn’t take well to that and smacked me right across the face and dragged me downstairs, saying he’d be back in a few hours. Well trust me, a few hours have passed and he hasn’t come back. I was starting to get bored. I still wasn’t talking. Well, at least to Zaleck. And he didn’t really try to talk to me either. Mutual feelings I guess.

But on the bright side, my cheek was feeling a lot better. It wasn’t stinging as much and I’m now sure it didn’t bruise because it hadn’t hurt that bad, but it really had startled me. Another sigh escaped from my lips as I shifted, starting to get uncomfortable. My arms were really getting sore.

I tried another yank on the thick rope, but once again, nothing happened. I just let out a hiss as it rubbed on my skin more. I closed my eyes as I leaned forward a little, pulling one leg in, bending it so my bare foot was resting against the inside of my thigh.

My head snapped up minutes later, listening to the sound of the front door opening and I bundled down even more, not really wanting to face Zaleck at the moment.

"Zale!” Someone yelled and I held my breath, surprised by the sound. “You haven’t talked to me in days! I’ve decided to come visit! I know you’re usually home at this time, get your butt out here!” The voice echoed through the house as I eard light clicking of shoes on the floor. “Zale?” I heard and I winced, knowing they had obviously seen some part of me. “What the hell are you doing on the floor, are you really that-” The voice stopped completely and I was staring at a beautiful young woman. She wasn’t exactly a ‘woman’ but looked to be about two years younger than me. Her hair was just to her shoulders and was a red brown color. Her eyes were the same crystal blue that Zaleck’s were. I couldn’t tell how tall she was compared to me because I was sitting on the floor tied to the fire place. I swallowed as time seemed to almost freeze. “Oh.” Was the only thing that slipped from her mouth as she just stood there, staring at me. She had an emerald green dress on that was flowing to just past her knees with thick halter top straps. On er feet were a pair of thin sandals, a small heel on them. All of a sudden something seemed to click in her head. “Oh dear God! Why the hell are you tied up? Where is Zale? What is wrong with him!” She screeched, moving quickly towards me, her face twisted in an emotion that I couldn’t read.

I don’t know who the hell this girl is, I would guess his sister, but I don’t know why I figured Zaleck to have absolutely no family whatsoever. I was not speaking to her. For all I know she is just as cruel as Zaleck, maybe more so.