A Genius In Love [COMPLETED] [EDITING]

Chapter Ten: Retrieve and Rescue

Days had passed and my current situation got no better. The cold seeped in from all directions and I shivered violently, even my coat that I had on at this point didn't do me justice. The last that I had heard about weather was from Greg, he had told me that it had snowed a good couple of feet on one of his many visits down here. He had gotten comfortable enough to remove whatever the hell he had tied around my mouth to keep me quiet. He also expected me to make a decent conversation with him since, and as I quote, "he was being generous enough to let me live." But it didn't work that way. I kept my mouth shut most of the time which only resulted in me getting injured in some way, his favorite thing to do was slap me until I passed out.

    My entire face felt swollen and my stomach rumbled loudly as if it was its own creature. I hadn't had anything to eat since I got here let alone anything to drink. He figured that if he deprived me of food and a drink, I would eventually give in and start talking to him but sadly he thought wrong. He had tried on numerous occasions to rile me up by talking about Brian and Chris in a negative way but it did nothing to change the heavy silence that clung to me.

After dozing off on accident once again, not like there's anything better to do, I heard the steps from upstairs creaking as I assumed Greg would be coming down for another daily chat. I had memorized his work schedule and figured that it was right around the time he would get off from work since my phone had died yesterday. Last time I saw, I had over a hundred messages from Chris asking where I was and if I was okay, which Greg had taken "care" of for me by simply texting Chris back telling him that it was a simple false alarm and that I was sorry I caused him to worry so much.

    I didn't get anything back from Chris after that. There was a short silence that followed after the creaking had stopped, then there was footsteps echoing from above me and the shifting of the rug until finally the door creaked open. I blinked a couple times from being blinded by the light that came from the room up above me. Once I regained my eyesight I spotted Greg smiling down at me, he climbed down and then took his usual spot in a stool not too far away from me.

"Hello my dear, have you decided to speak yet?" He asked with as much sweetness in his voice that he could possibly muster.

I remained silent and simply stared at him, he began to shift around in his seat from being uncomfortable. Which annoyed me to no end, he has no right to be uncomfortable on a seat while he has someone trapped in one of the creepiest places possible.

"I wish you would speak so that I can finally feed you and give you water. Look at you, you're practically nothing now." He said, referring to the way that everything that once had fit me perfectly was now hanging loosely off of my small, malnourished frame.

A sudden thumping from upstairs caught both of our attention and then in the next second, the door from upstairs sounded like it had shattered. A loud voice echoed throughout the entire house.

"Where is she!" The voice screamed, and in that moment I had realized it was Brian, tears filled my eyes and threatened to spill over but I kept my composure.

Loud footsteps echoed and then stopped right at the top of where I assumed was the basement door, from the sound of it, Brian wasn't alone and he had brought backup along with him. Greg looked at me and growled, He got up and in the process had knocked the stool over, he approached me and slapped me hard enough that I began to black out again before climbing back up the ladder he had to get down here.

"I'll deal with this." He said in a dangerous voice as he closed the door and dragged the rug back over the door. I began to panic, even if Brian did have backup, would it be enough?

"I'm down here!" I started to scream, surprising myself with how loud I was even though I hadn't had water or food in days. There was loud thumping and then a loud smack as if someone had their head bashed against the concrete floor of the basement. Tears ran freely down my face now as I listened to the shuffling and loud smacks echoing from above me.