Chapter 22

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Chloe
  I woke up with dry cracked lips. My whole face felt hot. Rays of sunshine came through the window. Lastnight, the guy that kidnapped me yelled at me and took the phone, breaking it.

  The door swung open. "Good morning gorgeous." He said sitting on the bed to untie me. "Today we will get to know each other better." He fully untied me I sprung up. He grabbed me wrist and made me sit down. "I'm Trevor." He rubbed his hand on my shoulder.

  "And you will be my girlfriend, and we will get married." He licked his lips creepily. Considering I'm only 15, I guess who would pretend marry me? He oour his hand on my chin and kissed my lips. I pushed him off of me.

  "Please just let me go." I said tears started sliding down my cheeks. "Dont cry honey bunches, let's eat some breakfeast." He pulled me up and we walked into the kitchen. He threw me into the chair. "Eggs or cereal." He said cracking an egg.

  I ignored him. He tied me to the bac k of the chair so I couldn't go anywhere. He slammed a bowl on front of my face. "Cereal it is then." He poured me some fiber cereal. I hated it but ate it beacuse the last time I ate anything was yesterday morning.

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  I was on the floor in the basement. He decided I deserved the basement more than a regular room. I had chains around my wrist connected to the wall. The floor was cold and hard.

  I heard creaking on the stairs. He was coming down. He came out to me." Ready to have some fun?" He said giving e creepy smile to me. "No." I whispered turning my head away from him. He frowned. "Fine.'' He stood up.

  He kicked me in my chest. Quickly slapping me in my face, leaving a burning sensation. "Your never gonna leave unless you give me what I want!" He spun around a shut the basement door locking it. Leaving me alone.

  I cryed.  I just want to go home. I want to see my mom, my annoying little sister, even nasty Zoey. And I really wanted to see Mark. If I gave him what he wanted, would he let me go? Memories of me and Mark swirled through my head. I might never see him again.

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