Abducted Love

Chapter Three

"Killian! Killian you bastard!" I cried from the basement. It's been two days since I woke up here, strapped to a table, in a cage in a corner of the basement. When I woke up, he was standing over top of me, waiting. He told me he wanted to play a game, and get to know each other. The game was in his favor, because the rules were if I didn't answer a question about myself correctly he would remove a peice of clothing I was wearing. I ended up in my bra and underwear, then started answering his questions because there was no way he was going to see me naked. As he asked me questions, he answered them as well, if he asked me what my favourite color was, he would tell me his. It went on for hours, and in the end I found out that his name is Killian Frank, born in West Coast, Virginia on March 20 of 1991 to Yolanda and Aidan Frank. His favorite color is green, and his favorite food is spaghetti and sauce. His father died when he was six and his mother became an addict to the drug soon after.  He has a half sister named Springer, and she is five. He takes care of her when he isnt busy and would love to travel to Italy someday. But for now he is stuck in this damn town.
"Killian! Help! Killian let me out!" My voice faded the more I spoke. It was useless, as I was getting no where.
"Excuse me, darling. I didnt hear you say please." The latch on the basement door clicked and it swung open, letting me get a glimpse of Killian.
You know how in the TV shows and movies, they either make they serial killer really ugly or really damn hot? Well in my case my killer fell into the really damn hot category. He had dark brown eyes and shaggy black hair, and it looked like he smudged a bit of eye liner on his bottom line. He was toned and mucular, and wore semi-tight shirts to show it off.
"Like I said Betsy, I didnt hear you say please." He was holding a tray with with looked like a meal on it. I pulled at the restaints as hard as I could, hoping I could breakfree and strangle him.
"Stop resisting. It'll only make you weaker. As you know, I'm limiting your food and water intake so its just enough to keep you alive, but not enough to give you the nutrients you need. So your bones will get britle and if you pull on those restrainst and you could break your ankle, or wrist."
"But there is a way for you to benefit." He smiled. I laughed, and I could taste the blood from the cracks in my lip.
"Dont even." I warned him. He walked up to the table I was on, and placed a hand on mine.
"Oh, but cutie, dont you think it'd be fun?" He brought his hand to my waist and ran his fingers over my hip and onto my undewear. I jerked away, and he looked at me.
"The faster you play with me, the sooner I'll let you off the table." He spun around and started walking away. I gathered as much spit and blood as I could and spat in his direction.
"Go to hell." I regreted it as soon as I said it because he was right in front of me when blinked. I coward away from him as much as I could, but it wasnt enough. His hand came down on my face like a whip on a horse, and I could tell that it would bruise.
"YOU EVER TALK TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN AND I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD." He yelled, and left the basement. I realized then what I had to do. I made my plan and set out to carry it through, as far as it would let me. Hoping it would carry me way out of here, where ever here is.