Taken

Chapter 4

He didn't come back in the room with me for 4 days now. Or so I counted. By then, I could hardly keep my eyes open. My mouth was dry and my stomach had already started eating itself.

He was slowly killing me.

Then I heard footsteps grow louder outside the door. I braced myself for what was going to happen.

He walked in and came towards me. He pushed my chin up with one finger so I could look at him. My eyes were barely able to focus. I saw the room spinning. My lungs tried there best to suck in air. I felt as if I had ran 30 miles without water or stopping.

He looked worried. The girl who he kidnapped wasn't going to work anymore for whatever he had planned. I didn't know whether to be happy about it or not.

"Don't scream," he said and took off the tape from my mouth and surrounding skin. I felt as if he took skin along with the tape.

He brought food to my mouth, it was the same chicken soup again. I didn't open my mouth. If I didn't, I could starve myself and die and not live through this or I could open it and live and go through hell. But dying scared me. I still had hope that I could escape and I had to be healthy for that. I opened my mouth to eat.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"Bay," I said it in a faint whisper. He brought a glass of water to my lips. I was ready to gulp it all down, but he smiled and took it away.

"I'm Ryan," he said and brought another spoonful of soup to my mouth.

"Why - did -" I struggled to form a sentence.

"Shhh, just eat." He said and brought the spoon back to my mouth. I really wished he would have let me drink the soup like if it was water. I was starving.

After he finished feeding me, he untied my arms and then legs. I let out a small sigh of relief and brought my hands together to massage my aching burning wrists. I was sure that my wrists were going to fall off. He picked me up and I tried fighting him off but I was too weak. I was barely able to pick up my hands. He then laid me on the bed.

"Rest," he ordered. And I soon drifted off to sleep.

"Time to eat," he said as he woke me up and sat me up on the bed. This time he let me feed myself. He sat at the end of the bed facing me, watching my every move.

The same routine followed the next few days. I would sleep, wake up, eat, drink, and sleep. He allowed me to go to the bathroom whenever I needed to, but he would stay right behind the door. There were not items in the bathroom but the toilet, tub, sink and soap. I guess so I wouldn't try anything stupid. I soon started to regain my strength as days passed.

At night, when he returned to feed me, this time cereal (thank god because I've been having chicken soup day and night for over a week), i asked "why did you kidnap me?"

"You were an easy target," he simply said. "You're hot, and I'm a man in need of company." As he said this, his eyes roamed freely down my body. I was scared and knew he wanted to rape me. I had to escape before he did.

He continued watching my every move. As soon as I finished the cereal, he snatched it away from me and stood up to place it on a shelf. I took that moment to make a run out the door.

"Bitch! Get back here!" He yelled after me. I didn't listen, I searched for a way out. I reached a door that seemed to lead out. I suddenly feel him push me against the door. My nose was press so hard against the door and I soon felt blood come out of my nose.

"I was being nice to you, but you're in trouble now!" He threw me to the floor, and I arched my back in pain. He dragged me by my hair back to the room. I was screaming with fear and wondered if anybody could hear me.

When we were in the room he pulled me by my hair bringing me up to my feet.

"You have to obey me! Understood!" He yelled.

"But - y-you never said I c-couldn't leave?" I choked out.

"Are you stupid!? You belong to me ever since I brought you here. You don't even have rights over yourself anymore!" He yelled.

"Take off your clothes" he demanded. I stood there in fear. I was frozen. I was still a virgin. No one had ever seen me naked. I shook my head and slowly stepped back.

"Take your damn clothes off!" He yelled taking a step towards me before punching me in the face. I screamed and cried. I was terrified of this man.

"They are going to find me!" I screamed through my sobs. He laughed.

"You seriously have been holding on to that since I brought you?" He said laughing. I nodded and took a step back.

"They who?" He asked pulling me into him. He brought his head down to my neck and nibbled on it.

"Nononononono! Please stop!" I yelled.

"They who?" He asked again lifting his head from my neck and staring straight into my eyes. One of his hands held a tight grip on my arm while the other was on my waist slowly sliding towards my butt. With my free hand I tried removing his arm but it only caused him to lay it on my butt.

"You don't have anyone. You don't have a job, you lived on your own, you don't go to school. Everyone thinks you left someplace else to start over since you've been kicked out of your home," he said happily at what he had said. I was in shock. How did he know?

"How did you know?" I asked.

"I do my research first," he said smiling.

"Now, take off your clothes." He said while letting me go. He punched me again. This time I blocked it and instead of hitting my face he hit my arm.

"If you obey me things will be easier on you. If you don't, I will punish you. Now you can either take off your clothes on your own, or you can let me take them off for you and suffer 2 punishments," he said. I hated his touch and the less he touched me the better for me. I took a step back and slid my shirt off first. I watched as his eyes wandered down to my breasts. I started crying. I felt embarrassed and I didn't want him looking at me or touching me. I took a deep breath and slowly undid the button of my jeans. I watched as his eyes wandered down below my belly. More tears poured down as he closed the space between us. I dropped my jeans to the floor and kicked them off my feet. He eyed me and he got closer to me. I was about to unhook my bra when his hands roamed to my back and he pressed me against him. I let out sobs and begged him to leave me alone. He didn't stop. He traced figures on my back and he moved my hands to my side and he played with the hooks of my bra.

"Please don't!" I yelled as if he wasn't close to me and he couldn't hear.

His hand left my bra and made their way to my butt. I was snot crying and fighting him off. he slipped his hand to the front of my panties. I screamed and tried fighting him off but he threw me on the floor and kicked me. I felt all the air leave my lungs and I desperately struggled to breathe. He brought me up to my feet by my hair and threw me on the bed. He spread my arms am legs and tied me to the bed. He slapped, punched, and yelled at me. I felt blood dripping down from my face. Before leaving, he taped my mouth shut. he left me there in pain, and pouring blood from my nose and the side of of my head. I hated him and wanted to kill him.

I wanted my old life back, no matter how bad it was, it wasn't as bad as this. I hadn't done anything bad to deserve this. If anything I complained a lot about bills and rent, maybe this was a punishment to make me see that I didn't have it as bad. If it is, I see it now God, but please let me survive this. Help me escape.

I tried pulling on the ropes but they wouldn't budge. They scraped my wrists making them burn. I gave up after what seemed an hour. It was no use.

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