Adorably Abducted ✧ Sparklington/SyndiSparklez

Phase One

"I asked you a question Jordan, it's rude not to answer," James muttered, crouching in front of me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, gaining the courage to follow through with my plan.

You have to do this.

"Fuck you, James," I hissed.

I flinched as his boney hand swiftly hit the side of my face.

I looked up, meeting James' furious eyes. His skin was tinted a red-ish color.

"What did you just say?" he asked.

I wanted to apologize, knowing the consequences would kill me.

That's what I want.

I need him to kill me, or... At least get close to killing me.

This is crazy.

But it'll be worth it.

"I said," I cleared my voice, trying my best to keep it steady. "Fuck. You."

My voice was strong, and bitter.

James' open hand attacked my face once more.

"You know, Jordan, I really thought you were doing better. I thought that after I finished my recordings, I could come down here with you so we can spend some quality time together..." James mumbled through gritted teeth.

"I'll never love you," I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.

I jerked at my wrists, while James circled around me, almost studying me. As if I was some rabid animal that could kill him. Some creature that was a potential threat, and needed to be put down.

As James paced around my chair, he let the bland food slide off the glass plate, falling onto the concrete floor.

"Jordy... Oh, Jordy," he cooed, leaning in front of me, gripping tightly onto the empty plate. "I'm going to give you one last chance."

I stared him in the eyes, ignoring the pain surging through my thighs and fingers.

"I'd rather die than be with you," I spat, choosing my words carefully.

A sudden, high-pitch rang through my ears, my brain pounding against my skull.

Shattered glass fell beneath me, clanging against the hardened cement. The small, white shards looked like snowflakes, as the tiny remnants of the plate fell out of my matted hair.

Action seemed to have slowed significantly, making everything seem like a slow motion sequence in an action movie.

James was yelling something at me, but I couldn't make out his words.

I felt a fist connect with my jaw, however, my brain didn't seem to comprehend everything that was happening.

My head should be hurting, my jaw should ache. Yet, I feel nothing.

I feel numb.

James clawed his fingernails down my thighs, reopening the healing cuts.

It wasn't until James' hands were wrapped around my throat, pushing firmly against my Adam's apple, I finally snapped into reality.

I kicked up my legs, fighting for a breath.

Head spinning, my brain starved of oxygen.

My throat burned, gasps and chokes escaping past my lips.

I tried lifting my hands up, to pull him away, but the rope still held my wrists together.

A wave of nausea flooded over me, my vision blurred, everything growing dark.

Maybe death will be my escape.