Adorably Abducted ✧ Sparklington/SyndiSparklez

Please Stop

I squinted my eyes, trying to clear the blurry fog away from my vision. I must've fallen asleep after James left the room.

I remember he told me I was asleep for two days. Two days since he kidnapped me. Who knows how long I've just slept? It could be three days at this point.

I twisted my legs around, gritting my teeth as the rope rubbed against my raw flesh.

I tried to keep as quiet as possible. I knew the second I let out a single grunt of pain, James would run in here again.

James.

What did he want from me?

He already took my boyfriend's love away from me, what more could he possibly want?

I felt the tough strands of straw loosen around my ankles. The rope slowly slid down around my ankles.

With a few more kicks, my legs were free. I slowly lifted myself out of the chair, carefully moving my arms so they wouldn't hit the chair.

My muscles were stiff and weak. My knees quivered as I took a small, unsteady step towards the door.

I looked down at the deadbolt staring me in the face.

The lock's switch was on the other side. If I wanted out, I would need a key. James had to have one on him at all times, right?

But where?

I gently pushed my ear against the door.

I couldn't hear much of anything. I heard James mumbling. Was someone else here?

I could scream out and alert them, to let them know I'm in here.

I licked my lips, preparing myself to scream.

But what if it's an accomplace?

Then they'd both beat me for yelling.

The door pushed against my head. I stumbled backwards, falling onto the concrete below me.

A sharp pain flooded up my arm, as I landed on my knuckles.

I tried wiggling them, but I couldn't get them to move.

"What are you doing out of your seat, Jordan?" James asked, dumbfounded. That's the first time he hasn't called me Jordy.

I pushed my feet below me, crawling away from him. I jerked my wrist, trying my best to release them from their binding.

"J-James, I just-"

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT OF YOUR SEAT?"

I flinched at his words. I couldn't stop the tears from pouring out of my eyes. My fingers felt numb and tingly at this point.

James crawled over the top of me, pinning me against the dusty floor.

He pressed his lips against mine, his scruff scratching the sides of my cheeks.

I fought against him, shaking my head from side to side.

James placed his hands on either side of my face, holding it in place.

He kissed me once more, but I remained motionless.

"I've been patient with you for too long, Jordan," James muttered through gritted teeth, running the tips of his fingers along my chest.

"Please, let's make another deal," I tried to bargain with him. It worked with the food, it had to work now.

"I'm done with the deals, Jordan," James said, lifting his shirt over his head.

"Please, James, don't do this," I sobbed.

A cold sting vibrated through my cheek.

"Don't make me slap you again, Jordy. Stop struggling."

"P-Please! Stop!"

Another harsh sting.

"Jordy," James cooed into my ear, nibbling on my collarbone. "This'll be easier if you stop fighting me."

This has to be a dream, wake up.

"Stop James, get off of me!" I pleaded.

Jesus Christ, just wake the fuck up!

"Jordy..." James murmured again, unbuckling his belt. "You'll love it, just like you love me."

WAKE UP!

"STOP!" I yelled through my muffled sobs.

James stopped rubbing his hands against my torso. He frowned at me.

"Ya know Jordy, you crying is such a turn off," he said, rolling his eyes. "Besides, I wouldn't rape you. The first time we have sex, you're going to like it."

He lifted himself off of me, pulling me off the ground. He tossed me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, carrying me back over to the chair.

He sat me down, tightening the rope around my hands.

"You either broke or sprained three of your fingers, so no need to worry about you untying your hands..." James mumbled to himself.

I watched him leave the concrete room, returning with something shiny in his hands.

He leaned down, fastening handcuffs around my ankles.

"You're a strong kicker, Jordy. Did you play soccer? Football?"

He looked me in the eyes, waiting for my answer.

My chest was burning, my eyes stinging. I was still trying to catch my breath, and he expected me to make normal conversation?

I flinched as his open hand swung across my face.

"It's rude not to answer someone when they ask you a question," James hissed.

"I s-skateboarded..." I sobbed. My whole body was convulsing.

James kneeled down in front of me.

"My baby was a skateboarder, huh?" he asked, tracing his finger along my jaw line. "That's sexy."

He pushed his lips against mine, before walking out of the room.

"I'll be back with some ice for you. Love you."