12.24.07

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8am - 06/16/2017

"Rise and shine, doll face." a voice booms after pulling the doors open.

My eyes flutter open and strain from the sunlight. Harry drags my chair out of the closet and sits me in front of a little table that had food set on it. He sit's across from me and smiles. The tape is gently taken off my mouth and tossed into the trash.

I watch him pick up a fork and stab it into some fruit. He reaches forward, dangling the food in front of me and I slowly take it. I know what I said before, but I can't starve myself. He's the weirdest hostage taker I've ever faced though. Most people kill their hostages if they know they're trouble and I'm trouble for him.

"Why haven't you killed me yet?" I ask after swallowing the food.

"I took that tape off so you can eat, not talk." he replies, feeding me some more food.

I decline the food after a while and question him again. "If you think he'll come back, he won't."

Harry shrugs. "That boy is nowhere to be found in Florida." he tells me. "I told you he wouldn't make it out of Texas."

"Maybe he knew he couldn't go back to Florida because you'd find him anyway." I suggest and he laughs, leaning back and crosses his arms. "Dylan, can be smart at times."

"Yeah, at times." Harry repeats my last words. "That's after things are explained to him about a thousand times."

"Well, obviously he's smart enough to outrun you."

Harry furrows his eyebrows then leans forward again. His green eyes look into mine. "I will find him and I will kill him right in front of you. Then this 'job' of yours won't be complete and I can't wait to see your face when that happens."

"That's why you've kept me alive." I scoff. "That's the most idiotic reason ever."

Harry clenches his jaw then stands up. He forces me out of the chair and drags me to the bathroom. The bathtub was filled and ready for me like usual. This was a routine of his. He wakes me up, feeds me then bathes me. The rest of the day, I'm left alone in his closet until he comes back for dinner.

He takes the rope off my wrists and I rub the red marks. I turn around to see that he hasn't left the room. I gesture for him to leave, but he shakes his head.

"Last time, you tried escaping out the window." he reminds me. "Now you don't get privacy at all."

"The only time I ever got privacy." I roll my eyes.

"And that's your fault for ruining it." he crosses his arms. "Now hurry up and strip down already."

"No." I refuse, crossing my arms as well.

"Lucy darling, I don't have time for this." he narrows his eyes at me. "Strip down and get into that bathtub or I'll do it for you."

I flare my nostrils, glaring at him. "Turn around."

"It's not like I haven't seen a woman's body before." he says as if I'll change my mind.

He rolls his eyes, turning around. I glance at the mirror over the sink to our right and made sure he wasn't peeking. I turn to the bathtub and strip off the shirt.

"Harold, where are you?" I hear Des' voice from outside the bathroom.

Harry quickly clamps his hand over my mouth a wraps his arm around my bare waist. I cover my breasts with the shirt because I didn't have a bra on. I hadn't worn one for the past month I've been trapped here.

"I'm in here," he says loudly, letting it echo. The door was about to open and Harry drags me with him, shutting it close. "Don't come in, I'm naked." he lies.