Don't Talk to Strangers

Chapter 7

Josh drove us onto a familiar road that made my stomach turn. We pulled into his aunt and uncles drive way and he looked at me before getting out of the car.

"Kara, stay in the car. If I can distract my uncle Rae might know to run away, if she can," He put his hand on my and kissed me cheek. I looked at him and silently wished him good luck. He got out of the car and I wondered how he knew that Rae was here. He ran to the front door of the house and went inside without knocking, leaving the door open, but seconds later somebody had slammed it shut.

Ten minutes had passed and there was no sign of Josh or Reagan anywhere. My hands started shaking and I debated where I should stay in the car and wait.

I took a deep breath and unlocked the car. I opened the door but when I stepped out of the car I felt pain rush through my leg. I put a hand on my now bloody calf and fell to the ground. I quickly tried to stand up when I saw Josh's uncle crawling out from under the car.

I stood up and turned to run towards the beach but he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me back down. I looked up at him as he towered over me, his dark eyes scanning me over as a grin formed across his face.

"Leaving so soon? But the fun has just begun," He said in a low voice. He quickly picked me up, putting me over his shoulder. I screamed for Josh but he was no where to be found. I kept screaming but it was no help, they didn't have any neighbors. I kicked at him and hit him in his back as hard as I could.

He took me inside his house and I kept screaming for Josh, surely he was inside somewhere, still looking for Rae.

I was being carried down a flight of stairs, into a dark basement. I screamed as loud as I could, ignoring the burning in my throat.

"Yell as loud as you want, no one can hear you down here. And Josh won't be coming for you anytime soon." He set me down on the cold cement floor and I quickly dragged myself to the other side of the room, as far from him as possible. What did he do to Josh?

"You don't have to be scared Kara, we're just going to have some fun," He said with a sly grin.

"What do you want?" I screamed at him. He started to walk over to me but stopped when I backed up against the walls.

"I'll be right back with a bandage for your leg, you'd be smart to stay put." He turned and walked up the stairs. I heard him lock the door and I wondered how much time I had. I quickly looked at the slash on my leg and assumed it was the same knife he stabbed Josh with. I looked around the room and saw there was a bed with neatly folded blankets on it. There was a small closet that had a few pairs of woman's clothing and a mirror.

But no sign of Rae or Josh.

"Ah, very good. You're still here," Dave said coming down the stairs, as if I could go anywhere. "I brought you a bandage for your leg and medicine for the pain. I do apologize for injuring you, but I knew you wouldn't stay here voluntarily," He handed me a glass of water and a pill that I had recognized, but I was still suspicious.

"Take it," he demanded. I put the pill under my tongue and took a small sip of water, hoping he would think I swallowed the pill. He smiled and I knew my plan had worked. He started wrapping up my leg and my mouth got dry. I took another sip of the water and without realizing I had drank more than half of the water.

"Thirsty from all the screaming you did," He let out a laugh and I looked up at him. My head felt heavy and his face started to blur. I tried to open my mouth to say something but I couldn't find the energy to do so.

"Night, night Kara." He said and the room went black.

Dammit, he drugged me. It was the water, not the pill.

I heard a gentle voice from the closet.

"Kara, listen." It was my father. He was here to help me.

"Daddy?' I asked feeling groggy.

"Kara, over here. Look." I heard a pounding from the back wall of the closet.

"Kara, I love you. Be careful," He told me, opening a panel from the closet.

"Dad, wait. You have to help me! Daddy! Where are you going?! I need help! Daddy, please!" I cried out, but he crawled away into the open panel in the closet and I sat there, unable to move.

A bright light flashed into my eyes and it took a while to adjust on the person. There stood the broad uncle I hated for keeping me here.

"How long do you plan on holding me hostage?" I asked him, pushing the flash light away from my face.

"Depends," He paused, "On how well you behave. You might only be here for an hour, you might be here for a week." I realized he meant he might kill me in and hour, or in a week. He wasn't going to let me go. My eyes darted over to the closet and I remembered my dad. I felt myself frown, it was just a dream. He wasn't really here.

"Oh, looking at the clothes? Pretty aren't they?" He walked over and pulled a black dress out and handed it to me.

"Put it on," He said. I stared at him blankly. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the too familiar knife. I nodded and I realized he wasn't going to leave to let me change.

I turned my back to him and put the dress on as slow as possible, trying my best not to show too much of my body. I tried to stall, pretenind to fuble with buttons on the dress. The dress just covered me and the neck line cut low, revealing too much cleavage.

I turned around to see him smiling and I held my other clothes against me to cover myself. He laughed at me and quickly grabbed them from me, throwing them across the room. I felt my face warm up as his eyes looked me up and down.

I wanted to do something, say something, but I couldn't move. I stood in shock, never have I felt so weak in my life.

He grabbed my shoulder and pushed me up against the wall and pulled the knife out of his pocket. He ran the blade across my jaw line and whispered into my ear.

"Are you ready to play?" He said slowly," But you have to follow the rules," He pressed the tip of the knife harder against my jaw but didn't cut it. I let out a small cry but I quickly shut my mouth.

He walked behind me and forced me to walk over to the mirror. I looked at myself in the tiny dress, shaking and sobbing. He stood behind me smiling. His hand held tightly onto my shoulder, making me incapable of moving. He ran another hand down my side, brushing his fingers against my thigh, slowly lifting up the hem of the dress.

"Josh sure knows how to pick the pretty ones," He said grinning, his hand going further up my leg.

I screamed out for Josh, for anyone. But no came to help me.

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I'm so so sorry I haven't updated this story in so long! I've been really busy with school and I was also having writers block, so that's why the chapters have been short. I'll try to post as much as possible but unfortunately I'll most like only be able to on the weekends. Anyway, I hope you are enjoying this story. c: I'd love to get some feed back from my readers, let me know what you think and any suggestions for it ;)