Chapter 6: Anika’s POV
I pushed my body up against the sink trying to remain far away from him but he began walking towards me. He then stopped abruptly leaving barely any space between us.
“I’m Malachi, and you are as beautiful as I imagined, what should I call you?” He said staring harshly into my eyes.
My throat hurt a bit from all of the crying but I managed to speak my name.
“Anika, how delightful. I’m glad you followed my rules and changed and cleaned up.” He said as he began stroking my hair making me want to spit in his face. I tried to just remain still and have him leave me alone but then my stomach growled and his eyes shot over to the tray of food.
“What? Is my food not good enough for you, will you not eat?” He said as his voice rose, making all the hairs on my body stand up.
“No, nooo.” I said weeping. “I just didn’t have time, I will.”
“You’re damn right you will; all you girls are just so ungrateful. Sit and eat.” He demanded pointing to the bed. I began to walk from the sink to the bed slowly but then he pushed on my shoulder making me walk faster. I sat and immediately he slammed the tray on my lap making the food shake.
“I’m not leaving till you do, so you better get started.”
I stared at the tray, noticing that it was just a turkey sandwich, an apple, and a juice box. I grabbed the sandwich and slowly placed it in my mouth, choking down the unwanted food. He stared at me some more, waiting for me to take another bight, so I did but it felt so awkward having him watch me chew, so I picked up the juice and began to drink. He then started rubbing his hands up and down his leg with a disgusting smile. I slammed the juice box down on the tray and stared deep into his eyes.
“What do you want from me? Who the hell are you?” I said with pure disgust in my voice, he stared back but instead of answering he swung his hand across my face making me feel the instant sting.
“You ungrateful whore, I’m doing you a favor. Your life will be better here!” He shouted throwing my tray across the room. I started scooting back on the bed to get away from him but then he grabbed onto my legs pulling me towards him. I started to kick and scream but then his hand was across my mouth and I could no longer make noise.
“If you keep this up, you might as well say by to any life at all. I don’t play games Anika, ok, so you better stop it now. The last girl only made it a week so if you want to live you better shut up and obey what I say. Got it!?”
I began to cry which made him remove his hand from my mouth. He stared at me until I finally whispered an okay and then he smiled.
“Good, now clean this filth up and make this bed. If I come back down here and your room isn’t in order or you haven’t followed my rules, I promise you the outcome won’t be pleasant. Dinner will be in five hours, you will get to meet the others there."
"Exciting, isn’t it?” He said as he walked to the door. I watched as he left the room and locked it, allowing my body to unstiffen, but all I could think was that I get to meet the other girls down here. What kind of game is this? I just want to go home.
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Taken From Reality
Misteri / ThrillerStory of a devaint man who makes his "son" kidnap girls for him, but never expects that his son would fall in love with the newest girl. Will Anika, the new girl, survive the horror she has been placed in?