Adorably Abducted ✧ Sparklington/SyndiSparklez

Promise

I listened as the door pushed open.

I weakly lifted my head, meeting James' teary eyes.

"Oh, Jordy," he gasped, rushing over to me.

He kissed my forehead, sprinting behind the chair.

I felt his fingers bump against my wrists as he untied the rope behind me.

I had gotten weaker since he left.

The bleeding had stopped, but I was obviously in critical condition.

The grogginess of sleep subsided, and I finally began to think rationally.

Remember the plan.

Phase two, make him feel guilty.

"I'm sorry," I croaked out. James deserved my harsh words, but he's too crazy to realize that.

"I'm sorry too, Jordy. I-I pushed it too far. I wasn't thinking straight," James sobbed.

He rushed in front of me, draping his arms around my shoulders.

My freed wrists dangled at my sides. I struggled to lift them into my lap.

The skin was blistered and sore, with irritated rashes crawling down the sides of my forearms. Tattered gauze held my bruised fingers together.

James' body convulsed against mine.

I wanted so badly to punch him, strangle him like he strangled me, but it caused me so much pain to simply move my hands. There was no way I could fight him like this.

A dry fire burned in the back of my throat, my heavy breaths came out as cracked whimpers.

James leaned down, lifting the silver chain off of his neck. He reached around my ankles, unlocking the handcuffs.

It's a universal key. It unlocks everything.

James pushed his lips against mine.

Phase three, act.

Wincing, I pulled myself together, carefully kissing him back. This kiss wasn't like any other kiss I've ever had. This was forced, nothing like the passionate kisses Tom and I once shared.

James pulled away, smiling weakly.

My stomach turned, I wanted to throw up.

It's an act, a stage kiss was all it was. Nothing more.

"Do you think you can walk?" James asked, wiping at his dampened cheeks.

I shook my head. The fire in my throat had only grown, my vocal chords were most likely damaged.

James carefully wrapped one of his arms under my legs, the other cradling my neck.

My head rested against his chest, as he carried me bridal style through the doorframe.

Peeling my eyes open, I looked around the basement from a new perspective.

The world sprung into color as we exited the dull, gray, concrete room.

He carefully carried me up the wooden staircase, the walls painted a soft blue color. Pushing past another wooden door,  we entered an empty hallway.

I couldn't see into the two dimly lit rooms next to us, as James quickly pushed through another door.

The walls were painted white, with baby blue tiles covering the floor.

James carefully sat me down on the toilet.

"Lift your arms up," he demanded.

Lifting them as high as I could, biting back a scream of pain, I obeyed James in every way I could.

The easy part of the plan is over. Now, I have to make him think I actually love him.

James pulled the shirt over my head, tossing it on the floor.

"And your pants."

I looked at him, hesitantly shaking my head.

"Oh, Jordy, it's nothing I haven't seen before," he laughed.

The gathering saliva in my mouth felt like a rock. My breathing quickened, my chest contracted.

"Listen, Jordy... Just take your shorts off, you can keep your boxers on."

I carefully slipped the green material past my thighs, some of the fabric catching on my tattered flesh.

James lifted me in his arms, placing me in the bathtub. He reached over, turning on the warm water.

I struggled to wash my hands in the water surrounding me. My eyes felt heavy, my breathing began to slow.

"I'll help you, just promise you'll stay awake?" James asked, holding my hand in his.

I nodded at him, as he carefully unwrapped the bandages around my fingers.

"I love you, Jordy. Stay strong."