Deal With It

The End?

I felt groggy and there was this throbbing pain on the back of my head that made my vision blur as I tried to move, but my hands and legs were tied, I closed my eyes trying to focus. When I opened them I could see. Not clearly, but it was better than nothing. I smell musky and I was tied to a sort of bed like that kind in a hospital just more uncomfortable, I looked around I was in a cellar or something. There was a small window on the right corner just by some stairs that led to the top of this thing, a lighter had been left behind right next to me someone had been smoking the scent was still in the air so it was recent, I took the lighter into my palm. If I was lucky they forgot about it and wouldn’t come looking for it and if I wasn’t…well we’ll see about that later. I heard footsteps above me, if I could hear them then they could hear me that wasn’t exactly what I had hoped for, but then again I hadn’t hoped to get kidnapped either. The footsteps were close to those stairs now and then the door opened and he came walking down, I couldn’t believe that I had gotten kidnapped by him!

“Jamie!” I growled. “You ass, get me out of here!”

“That’s no way to speak to your father,” he shouted, I wanted to shutter at his tone, it was hostile the way he said it was like he wanted me to die with those words.

“You're not my father,” I muttered under my breath.

“I’m the closest thing to it.” He grimaced, this guy was mental. “But I’m getting tired of having to take care of you and I have lost the joy in seeing you curl up in fear and pain every time I beat you, it’s not enough I want to see you beg for your life.”

“You're crazy,” I splat.

“Not as crazy as you if you think you can get out of here alive,” he growled, then a grin covered his face from ear to ear. “When you’re here I won’t feed you, you won’t get a single drop of water out of me, and you’ll pay for every guy you’ve slept with.”

I wondered what kind of mental disease did this guy have. He not only freaked me out, but I hated him enough for the whole world. He left and didn’t come back for what seemed like three days, if I didn’t have that small window to see when it was day and night I would have never known. I really had to go to the bathroom.

“Rise and shine,” he called as walked down the stairs.

“Can I use the rest room?” I blurted out instantly.

“No,” he said instantly getting a hunter’s knife out, I didn’t like the look of Jamie with a knife. Now my heart was slamming in my chest about to jump out and run away who knew that life was so terrifying when it was so close to the end.

“What are you going to do with that?” I gulped, making a promise to myself that I would not beg for my life to him, never to him.

“I’m going to have fun.” He smiled lethally.

“Can I please use the restroom?” I asked wanting to get away.

“Why the hell not?” He sighed. “I don’t want it to smell.” He untied me, but still had the knife in his right hand, if I tried to run away it would be stupid I was dizzy from hunger and I had to pee. Trying to run now would get me killed for sure I had to get away when he was gone, I was allowed to go into a restroom on my ow,n but my hopes went down when I realized there was no lock on the door and inside no windows just four brick walls. I used the bathroom putting the lighter to the side and while washing my hands I washed my mouth and drank the water with great thirst. It tasted bitter, but it soothed the cracking dryness in my throat. Then grabbed the lighter and I walked out to be slapped across the face and fall onto the ground smacking my head on a brick wall blood came down my forehead, I was pulled up by my arm and thrown down onto the pathetic excuse for a bed and tied down, I still had the lighter tightly squeezed in my hand. Now I was dizzy, I heard a slight chuckle before everything went black again.