Trapped: Kidnapped With Patrick Stump

Chapter 5

Liz's POV

Wake up to Patrick shaking my arm urgently. I turn my head up and look at him.

"What's wrong?"

"He's coming. I thought you should be awake."

The door opens.

"Ah! I see you're already awake! Now, what happens on Tuesdays? Tuesdays are when chores are done. Now hurry up and eat! Those floors won't clean themselves!" Alec says and leaves.

Patrick and I eat our share of food and finish just in time. The door opens again and Alec enters the room with shackles. Without saying a word, he puts my ankles in the shackles and does the same to Patrick. The shackles rub uncomfortably against my boney ankles. He guides us upstairs and gives us each a rag. He instructs us to clean the tile floor and hands Patrick a bucket of soapy water.

"You have 45 minutes. Better get going!" He says grinning.

We both get on our hands and knees and start scrubbing. 10 minutes later Alec enters the room and watches us.

"Faster!" He cries.

I scrub faster and faster but to no avail. He pulls a whip out and swings it back then slaps it against my back. I yell in pain, but that only causes him to hit me again. I see Patrick scrub harder and faster to avoid getting whipped and it works. Eventually, Alec leaves and we work faster than we thought was possible.

When the floor is done, he drags us by our collars to the backyard. He tells us to clean the yard. We work fast and hope he'll leave us alone while we work. Our wish comes true, but then he lets out angry pit bulls that we didn't know he had. We clean the yard with the dogs biting at our ankles.

We finish and he pulls us back downstairs and pushes us down. Alec undoes the shackles then slams the door shut as he goes upstairs.

"How are you Liz?" Patrick asks.

"My ankles and back hurt." I reply.

Between the shackles and the dogs, my ankles, feet, and lower leg are in pretty crap condition. My back also aches from the whip. My shirt is ripped in the back and the lower half of my pants are ripped to shreds. Patrick's pants are in similar condition.

Patrick looks at me sadly then pulls me close to him. I lay my head on his chest and listen to the quick beat of his heart. He softly strokes my hair and I eventually fall asleep, which in my opinion, is a good thing. I get a little escape from all the pain of reality. I wish I could sleep forever.

So I remembered I started writing this and decided I'd try and continue it! This chapter probably isn't very good because it's 11:30 at night and I'm tired but couldn't sleep. I've also spent most of the day writing so yeah