Taken.

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

The next morning I'm up early and I watch Marcus leave the cinema, whispering the password to the tv so no-one can hear it. It's three hours later when he returns with clothes, sanitary towels, food and shampoo for the people he has trapped here.

"Go!" Eliza tells me, pushing me up off my seat.

I run towards him and I yell, "Stop!" At the top of my voice, everyone stares at me, Marcus stops in his tracks. He puts down his bags and smirks at me.

"How's life?"

If I was a dog I would've growled, but I kept my mouth shut and replied....

"Not great. I have a proposal for you."

He looks at me and motions for me to follow him to his apartment, I follow behind him, Eliza gives me the thumbs up.

I walk into his apartment, he shuts the door behind me. His living room has a flat screen tv in the corner, a couch, an iPad sitting on the arm of the  couch, a house phone and an iPhone.

"So Alexandra, what is your proposal?"

"I want out of here... you want me." I say, he looks at me quizzingly.

"Who told you that?"

"Rumors.... My family are rich, 4.5 million in the bank."

Marcus looks at me, as if catching on.

"My family want me to have a stable relationship.... You marry me and eventually when my parents die, their money gets passed to us. "

Marcus sits down on the couch, and places his thumb under his chin.

"Sounds good to me." He says.

"One thing though. You let me and everyone else here, go home and we have a wedding, with my family invited and you come and live with me and my family."

I knew he would never live with us but it would make my proposal seem more genuine, like I was really attracted to him, like he was to me.

He nodded.

"I can live with that. I think I'll order a ring tonight, announce it officially the day it arrives and I'll be having visits to you often. After all makes it look more proper."

I feel glee and gloom all at once, my plan has worked but also I'm engaged at 16 years old to this bastard. If I can escape his clutches, I will be over the moon. If I can't, the law abides I'm his wife and Jamie will hate me.

"You may leave. I'll come collect you sometime tomorrow for dinner."

I nod and leave the room without saying another word. I run down the stairs to meet many hopeful faces, I smile and everyone smiles back. I've given them all hope, I could give them freedom. Maybe coming here wasn't so bad.

When I return to cinema room 5 I realise that clean clothes have been provided for me and Eliza.

"New ones come in every few weeks, Marcus gets them. So when are u getting the ring?"

"He says he's ordering one."

"I seriously can't believe you pulled that off."

I smirked. "Neither can I,he didn't even blink an eye about my terms, he just agreed."

"Obviously needs the money, he isn't making any profits from trapping us here."

This confused me, why keep us here when he didn't gain anything? In fact he would be losing money by getting us clothes, electricity bills, running water....

This didn't make any sense at all, he even had a library next to the cafe, most books cost 6.99 nowadays and there must be hundreds of books in there. Books from as far back as Edwardian times and books as young as Twilight. He has his own iPhone aswell, that costs a fair amount, not to mention the heating bill for this place must be sky high in the winter.

"Yes, obviously."

That night I had plenty to think about. What would dinner with him be like? Should I bring up the topic of the invitations? What if he wants sex?

I wasn't ready for that, no way. I know Jamie would never make me, he wasn't that type of guy but I didn't know what type of guy Marcus was. He didn't seem the nicest, what the hell am I saying? He traps children and adults for the pure fun of it!

Yet, when we talk he doesn't seem all that bad. Though a lot of people thought when they spoke to Hitler before World War 2.

Ok.... Maybe that was kinda harsh.

Also when I get out will my school still have a place for me? They might've gave up hope and gave my place to a new student. After all, my family and friends haven't been to see me nor has Jamie. Maybe that was better. So it made my proposal look real instead of just flirting my way out to my boyfriend.

Eliza lies asleep. I wonder how she'll ever fit in the 21st century, her family might be alive unless some really bad accident happened but how to find them, that's a mystery.

And who to invite to my fake wedding. My parents, my sister Jenn, my nana and papa, cousins, aunties and uncles, paula, yes... Just paula, I don't want all my friends there to see my doom and gloom. I've known Paula for years and she's my best friend, she'll help me out.

My dress.... Will he take me shopping for it? Maybe I'll finally have a breath of fresh air.

Jamie....

The name keeps coming to my mind and it won't go away. Will I invite him? Say he's a cousin? I suppose it would be better he heard from me than someone else. I'll tell him about my plan and hopefully he will understand why I had to do it.

And the marriage can't be real can it? Once I'm out all I have to do is run and claim everything is fake. That's when I have the best idea, ever. It makes me sit bolt straight up.... I should hire a fake minister, so the marriage won't be binding.

Who?

That's when it hits me, I could ask my dad to do it. I add a secret note in his invitation, then once I'm outside the marriage doesn't count and I'm free. I can mention to Marcus tomorrow at dinner and if he's as stupid as he was today then Eliza, Hershel, Madam Ariane, me and everyone else in this hell hole is free.

Though when I think of tomorrow, just me and Marcus. The things he could do to me.... It sends a chill straight up my spine, if he wants sex I'll just say I want to wait till the wedding night.

That may work, if it doesn't then he's using a condom no doubt. The thought of letting this jerk inside me is bad enough but having his baby makes me wanna be sick.

Next thing I know, I've drifted off into sleep and Eliza is shaking me yelling,

"Today's the day, your fiancés going to cook you dinner!"

"Oh great." I say in my most sarcastic voice.