His Obsession

Four

It's been three days.

Three days I've been in here. Neither one of them have come down once. My throat was sore and rough, my stomach growled from lack of food and hydration. My body ached from sleeping on the wooden boards and it was extremely cold here.

I needed to shower and sleep, which is something I haven't done much of since I've been down here. There wasn't much to do down here besides think, so that's what I've been doing. I've been thinking of ways to escape, about my parents, my friends, and.... Jake.

I would've much rathered they kill me than this and I didn't know how much longer they'd leave me down here, maybe this was their way of killing me. Dehydration would kill me first.

I sat there on the boards and blankets with my knees to my chest. I close my eyes, thinking. The sound of footsteps snaps me out of my thoughts.

I watch as the knob turns slowly, the sound of keys hitting each other. The door opens slowly, revealing an emotionless Dylan. "Come on." He motions for me to get up. I obey, standing to my feet. He takes my tiny freezing cold hand into his large warm one, leading me out of the tiny room. My eyes scan the rather large basement. It was nice, really nice. There was a large square brick area, which contained wooden seats and a wooden table. Little square red pillows sat on the wooden bench-like seats and in the center of the table was a glass ashtray, about halfway filled with the buds of cigarettes.

My eyes widen, seeing a stripper pole in the center of the room. Dylan notices, smirking. "Cole's idea." He walks me out and into the kitchen and through the living room. My jaw drops. "Oh my gosh." I whisper so that only I could hear.

Dylan smiles and continues to drag me upstairs and down the long hallway.

This house was absolutely beautiful, I've never seen anything like it in my life. It was rustic and elegant, a total change from my modern house. At the end of the hallway stood two doors, both of which looked identical. Dylan leads me to the door on the left, knocking lightly. I hear shuffling and soon the door opens, revealing a shirtless Cole.

He smirks seeing me. "I'm glad to see you again." He nods his head at Dylan, signaling for him to leave. "Come in." He opens the door just enough so that I can slide through. His bedroom was much like the rest of the house, rustic. It was a little messy, with books and papers covering the small wooden table in the center of the room.

"Drink?" He points to a tray sitting on the table filled with several glass bottled of alcohol.

I shake my head as my eyes continue to scan the room. "Use words." He demands, his voice now thicker and heavier. "No thank you." He raises an eyebrow. "No thank you....?" My eyes dart to his before speaking.

"No thank you Sir."