Kidnapped

Closure

No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn´t shake off the uneasy feeling in my chest. We had been away for God knows how long and rescue seemed very far away. The police didn´t seem to be able to find us and it didn´t seem like Denim Guy wanted to let us go. If he still got money from James´s friend, I had no idea, but I don´t know any other reason why he would want to keep us alive.

The way I saw it there was only two possible outcomes. One; the police would find us and rescue us and all would be well. Two; They would keep us alive for a while longer, then, when they stoped recieving money, they would kill us.

Me and James always talked about what we would do when we came out. We never talked about possibility number two. We never talked about it but we were both thinking about it. I could see it in his eyes and he could probably see it in mine.

And I didn´t want to talk about it. If we talked about it, then it would suddenly become real. No, the most important thing was to keep the fear away. I wanted so bad to protect him from all the pain, and I know he wanted to protect me aswell.

There was one thing I needed to find out about though. I needed to know what would happen to us in the real world. What he thought about it. What he thought about us. I just couldn´t see the two of us, Walking hand in hand on some sidewalk out in the real World. I couldn´t see us together att all outside of the basement. And I wanted so bad for him to tell me that I was wrong.

I´ve never wanted to be wrong so  much in my entire life.

A few more weeks had past and we were laying naked in bed. We were looking into each others eyes, both of us lost in our own thoughts. I was thinking about the two of us, and what would happen to us in the future. I just got lost in his wonderful eyes. I hadn´t planed on talking to him about it, but it just happened anyway.

"What will happen to our relationship when we get out of here, James?" I asked him and watched as his eyes widened. The words where out of my mouth before I could stop them. It was as if someone else was talking through me. I had no control over my actions. I just needed to know.

He was quiet for a long while before he spoke again. My heart was thumping hard against my chest as the seconds ticked by. It felt like an eternity before he finally answered me.

"I´ve thought alot about it", he said as he looked into my eyes. "I honestly don´t know. I can´t see it end well for either of us."

My heart dropped in my chest. So it was like I had guessed. Our relationship would only exist down in the basement. If we were to survive this, we would go our seperate ways, and there would never again be something between us. I had seen it coming. Then why did it hurt so much?

"I´ve been thinking about it too", I told him, slowly nodding. "I agree with you. We live to different lives you and I. Not to mention that you are twenty years older than me."

I tried on a smile. I didn´t want to show him how brióken I felt inside. I could take being tortured and beaten any day of the week. This was a whole other kind of pain. I had never felt anything similar before.

James cupped his hand over my cheek and smiled weakly at me. A tear was slowly making its way down his cheek.

"It doesn´t mean that I don´t love you, Amanda", he whispered. "Quite the opposite actually."

I nodded, and told him that I understood, even though I didn´t. He kissed my lips and I couldn´t help but kiss him back. We were still in the basement. We were still in our own, private hell where everything was allowed. Our love was still our secret.

When he pulled back I smiled at him and caressed his cheek with my hand. "So it´s a deal then?" I asked him, feeling my heart breaking inside. "This, between us, will never happen again as we leave this basement?"

He nodded slowly. "It´s a deal."

My lips crashed against his and he pulled me closer as he explred my mouth with his tongue. Lust quickly filled me as he touched my wanting body. Somehow we knew that we were coming to an end, one way or an other. Lust and love filled our bodies as we rolled around and landed on the floor. But we didn´t stop.

James grunted as he entered me and whispered my name in desperation. I just put my arms around him and pulled him closer, never wanting to let go. I came Close faster than I ever had before and so did he. With a last push we both had our release together, grunting, moaning and calling each others names.

I don´t know for how long we laid there on the floor, in each others arms. I had never been so happy and so heartbroken at the same time before. It had been decided. It could never be the two of us. We weren´t meant to be, like I secretly had hoped. We were just two friends, who had been through alot together and who needed some warmth and love.

I tried to take in as much as possible of that moment, when I had him close to me. Somehow I knew that it was for the last time. We needed closure and that´s exactly what we got.

We were over. Finished. Though I would never stop loving him.

The door over our heads opened and James swore beside me. Quickly we got to our feet and started dressing. We didn´t get very far though. I only had time to put on my panties and he only put on his boxers. I covered my breasts with my arms and James placed himself in front of me.

It was Denim Guy, Number two and Old Ugly. Oh, and their friend, Mr. Half-empty-liquor-bottle. Fuck!They were grinning stupidly, drunk as fuck. My heart where beating like crazy and I got trouble breathing.

"Well, well, well", Denim Guy slured with a smirk. "I see you guys have been having a party down here. And I wasn´t even invited!"

The other guys chuckled and nodded. They were both looking at me, half hidden behind James.

"Why don´t you come here, sweetheart, and I´ll show you a real good time", Denim Guy continued, now fully focusing on me. I could feel his eyes all over my body and I felt like I was going to be sick. In front of me, James tensed up and took a step forward.

"If you so much as lay on hand on her, I will cut you open, you son of a bitch!" James yelled and balled his fists.

To late, I saw how the other two came at James while he was looking at Denim Guy. They had him down on the ground in no time, kicking him in the sides and hitting him across the face. Denim Guy walked up slowly to him and put a piece of cloth in his mouth, making it impossible for him to make a sound. Then he looked deep into James´s eyes and smiled.

"I was going to be nice. Gentle even. But I don´t like your tone, young man, so I´ve changed my mind. I am going to be rough. I am going to take my time. And when I´m done with her, I´ll let my friends here have her for a while, before I take her again. And you, moviestar, will be right here. And you will watch!"

Cold chills were running down my spine when I realized what he was talking about. James´s eyes shot up in fear and he looked over at me. Number two and Old Ugly were holding him down, as he struggled to get free. It was pointless. They were to strong for him.

Meanwhile, Denim Guy had his attention on me again, and I slowly backed away as he closed in on me. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to run. They where standing in the way of the stairs. Panick rose to my head and I felt lightheaded. i wanted to scream but I couldn´t. 

Denim Guy smiled wickedly before throwing himself at me, and I fell hard to the ground.