Invisible ( COMPLETED)

Chapter 9 ((SHORT CHAPTER))

                      The sound of metal against metal makes me shuffle in my sleep. I scrunch my face together and try to bring my hands down to pull the sheets over my head. But my hands wont budge. I try again, and by my the third time I force myself to open my eyes and see the cause of my struggle. Chains with blood stains. What the actual fuck? I lift my head a little to look down at my chained ankles. I start to breathe at an unsteady pace and look around frantically.

                      "Help! Somebody help me!"

I stop screaming and close my eyes. Ok Rae, you've seen all those 48 Hour shows and Murder things, screaming won't solve shit. I gulp and slowly open my eyes. Ok first the detectives say look around and see if there's anything you can use to free yourself, right? Dammit I forgot. I look around the dim room. The room is a very small box sized area with chipped grey paint on each white wall. There's a wooden chair on the left corner of the room, and a wooden door on the right hand corner. I continue looking and see clothes folded on a shelf on the right wall. I swallow a huge lump that was growing in my throat. That's it? That can't be it. Shit. I knock my head back down on the hard table I'm lying on with rage, then start twisting and shaking in every direction, trying to break the chains free.

                   "You're not going to break those my dear, trust me." A deep voice announces.

I stop fighting and break out in sweat. I try to crane my neck to see where the voice Is coming from. When I look up I see the same man who hit my head on the car smiling down on me with a tray in his hand. It was the same man that helped me at the park the other day.

               "I've brought you some tea and bread. I know you love peanut butter so I managed to find some in the house." He lays the tray down and runs back up the stairs behind me and a few seconds later comes flying back down with a small, round table. He then puts the tray on it and poises himself, staring at me with his hands interlocked behind him.

              "What the fuck are you looking at you psycho!? Let me go!" I cry out.

He shakes his head in a disapproving way. Wait, how did he know I liked peanut butter?

"Ladies shouldn't speak in such a manner, Gorgeous."

"My names R-" I decide against telling him and just mug him puffing out air in anger. He already knew...He was Danny, he was the man at the park, he's the man who kidnapped me in broad daylight.

"Hmm, were you trying to say your name is Rae? There's no need to hide it. I've been following you for years now. I know everything about you."

YEARS?! This kidnapping, raping, pedophile psycho has been following me for years?

The man goes and brings the neatly folded clothing from the shelf and comes back to face me.

"Now, Rae, I'm going to undress you, Ok? Your clothes are filthy and I want you to be comfortable. No struggling or so help me God.."

 I spit directly into his eye.

"Touch me you damn prick and I swear I will have you in jail faster than you can scream for mercy! My dad is a cop."

He wipes his eye with a wicked laugh and looks back at me. Before I know it his hand is back and against my cheek at once, knocking the day lights out of me.

He moves his face just inches from mine.

"Now look here, Bitch. I know your dad left you when you were a kid, so don't give me that 'My dads a cop' bullshit. I bring you into my house, bring you food and even offer to help you get dressed and you think you can treat me this way?"

I stare at him as he shakes his head and laughs. I blink and when I open them again he's straddling me, looking down at me with lust in his eyes.

"No! Please!"

"Yeah baby! Scream!" He nuzzles my neck, grinding his groin into me.

"No!" I can't help but scream louder, hoping for someone to hear.

The man stops nuzzling me but keeps his lips against my neck. He lifts his head and stares directly into my eyes, like he's studying me.

My breathing heavy, chest rising up and down, palms sweaty, arms and legs shaking, I wait. I don't particularly know what for but I wait.

He suddenly lifts himself off of me, heading for the stairwell. He slightly turns his head to where I can see the side.

"My name isn't really Daniel...Its Jason."

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