Help Me

Hostage Turned Nice

The man parked in a driveway of a normal looking house, that's probably James'. Then the man dragged me by the arm out of the car and into the house. He took me to a chair in their kitchen and tied my hands together. For some reason James looked as if he was starving, he was extremely thin now, and his skin a sickly white color. His hair had darkened to a jet black when he was a beautiful brunette, and his hands and mouth were stained with blood. The man was pointing a shotgun to my head, again. "You do what we want you to do and we will let you go and let you talk, understand?" The man said. "Yes sir." I said trembling as James' eyes widened looking me up and down. The man untied me, and let me go, thank god. "Well, now we're going to treat you well, sorry for our horrible introduction. I haven't even introduced myself, I'm James' dad, William. But you can call me Will, James has told me so much about you." Will said putting away his shotgun. "I'm gonna leave you two alone now. I'm going to the store to get some stuff." "Okay, thanks Will." I said as Will got his wallet and started out to his car. The front door closed swiftly as James opened the fridge. I sat on their brown leather couch looking around. "Hey, James, do you mind showing me around?" I asked. "Sure." He said. And so, we he took me around his house and showed me where everything is. The last thing he showed me was his bedroom, which would've been the basement in a floor plan. I walked down the stairs, but he stayed up to do something, so I just poked around. But then I heard a tiny click, the lock of his bedroom door. Help Me!