Taken

Chapter 5

He came in the next day to check on me. I watched him as he placed a bowl of what seemed to have soup on the bedside table.

He slowly removed the tape that was around my mouth.

"Have you learned your lesson yet?" He asked.

"Yes," I said and I meant it. I didn't want to be beaten up or raped if I didn't obey him.

"Good girl," he said and wiped off the blood that had dried up on my skin. He brought the spoon with soup to my mouth so I could eat. I was starving.

"I want to shower," I said realizing I hadn't showered in a week or more. I wondered if I smelled? I didn't smell anything strange but that was probably because I was already used to the scent. Most likely I did, I mean a week with out showering anyone would smell.

"I don't see why not," he said eyeing me. I suddenly realized I was still in my underwear and I felt my cheeks get hot of embarrassment. I wanted to cover myself.

"I'll be back," he said and went back somewhere in the house. When he returned, he had a lot of shopping bags.

"Wait, there's more," he said. And disappeared back in the house. He came back with less bags than before. I noticed there were some names, of stores, on the bags that I didn't know. I did recognize he had a few forever 21 bags and bed bath and beyond, and target. Were they all for me? I thought.

He then came up to me to untie me. He brought me up to my feet and I struggled to gain balance. I was a bit weak from blood loss and no food.

I walked over to the bags and opened them. There was all sort of items, underwear, clothes, shoes, bags, shower items, hair products, and pads/tampons.

"I bought them while you were passed out and punished" he said.

"Thanks," I guess...

"I didn't know what make up you use or anything about it so I didn't buy you any," he said. I just nodded. The fact that he had bought me all these things didn't mean he had fixed things, or would make me like him. I still hated him and wanted to kill him.

I picked out clothes, underwear and took the shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and bath sponge to the bathroom. I made sure to lock it. I glance at the window in the bathroom. I hated how tiny it was and how high it was. No one fitted through the window, maybe a 5 yr old could. I turned on the shower and took off my underwear and stepped in the shower. I liked how the water felt on my skin, I felt cleaner and human. I hated being tied up like a dog, worse than a dog, a dog had more liberty than I did.

I came out and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I had bruises on my stomach. My nose looked broken and had a cut, my eye was swollen and turning purple. I had a cut on the side of my head that looked as if it was healing and my lip was busted. Tears soon started falling down my eyes. I looked horrible, beaten, broken, and weak. I hated it. I hated him. I wasn't myself anymore.

I got dressed and wished he had bought me make up. I wanted to cover the bruises on my face. I didn't know how he could look at me like if nothing had happened. I stepped out of the bathroom to find him packing suitcases. Where were we going? He didn't have to worry about the police finding me, the people who knew me probably thought I left to look for a better place or a cheaper place. At the hotel I only paid one night and didn't leave anything inside the room. Plus no one saw me leaving the hotel. So why were we leaving and where were we going?

He turned to me and looked at me up and down. I stared at the suitcases and noticed he had 4. He was filling them with everything he bought me and his stuff as well.

"We're leaving soon," he said still looking at me.

"Obviously," I start, "where to?"

"You'll find out," he said and returned to packing.

"Why are we leaving?" I asked.

"Right now, it isn't something that you should be worried about." He said. I walked over to the suitcase and took out some flats.

"Where's my purse?" I said remembering I had brought it with me and had my phone and make up and personal documents.

"Just a sec," he said finishing off packing. He walked out and came back with my purse. I rushed to my purse, I really missed it for some reason.

"Do all women love their purse like you do?" He asked jokingly.

"I don't know, but I missed it," I said as I opened it. I guess it was because it belonged to me that I loved it and missed it. I check inside to only find my make up.

"What happened to my stuff?" I said in a panic.

"I destroyed your phone, and I have your documents," he said as if it wasn't a big deal.

"What?! Why?!" I yelled. It was my stuff!

"I didn't want you calling anyone," he said.

"But what about my documents, their MINE and they have MY name on it," I stated and folded my arms on my chest.

"Yes my dear, but you have forgotten that you belong to me, so those documents are as much mine as they are yours," he said.

"Oh really? So you're going to show these documents when they ask you for identification?" I said mockingly.

"Of course not, I'm just keeping them safe until we need them," he said.

"And when will that be?"

"Once you look well enough to travel," he said referring to my bruises that deformed my face.

"So we're leaving the state?" I asked since he needed my passport.

"You ask a bunch of questions,"

"Well it involves me and I need to know what's going to happen," I said, sitting on the bed.

"You don't have to worry, you belong to me and you do what I say whether you like it or not," he said zipping the last suitcase and placing them on the ground. He headed towards the door without notice, I quickly followed behind. I wanted to go out of this room already. But he shut the door right on my face before I could step out. I heard him lock it from the outside. It was those door that you can only open with a key from both sides.

"I want to go out, please," I banged on the door and twisted the knob hoping that it would budge. "I hate it in here!" I yelled and banged on the door.

"You have to show me you earned it," he said from behind the door.

"But I didn't try to escape earlier, and I could have," I said a bit calmer. Maybe if I didn't bang on the door like a maniac he might let me out.

"Sorry hun, but that isn't enough," he said. I heard him leave.

"Please!" I banged on the door but he didn't care. I obeyed and he still punished me. It wasn't fair. I looked around me, I was going escape. My eyes found a lamp. It was something. I take it and bang it on the window, but for some reason the window didn't break, there wasn't a single scratch. I continued hitting the window with the lamp.

"It's bullet proof glass," I heard Ryan say. Damn it! He had thought about everything. That didn't stop me, I continued. Maybe someone would hear it and come to my rescue.

"Damn it Bay! You're going to break my lamp!" He yelled. After 30 minutes I quit. It was bullet proof glass and there was no way I was breaking it.

I sat down on the bed. I started digging through his stuff. Maybe I could find something on who my kidnapper was. But there wasn't anything that gave me a clue about who he was. I mean I could tell he had money because he bought me a bunch of clothes and products, plus he dressed in good clothes.

After about 2 hours of going through his stuff, I plopped down on the bed and turned on the tv. I switched to the news, hoping I would come out as a missing person but nothing. No one knew I was missing. This man could do whatever he wanted to me and he could get away with it. He could kill me right now and the world would continue spinning, not even stopping for a split second.

The door flew open, and he stood at the door eyeing me.