When I woke, I was odly uncomfotable, I was tied to what I assume was a wooden chair. I instantaneously tried to break loose from the ropes that were snugged up to my wrists, but the sound of a door slam caught my attention and I froze in the extremely uncomfortable position; keeping my gaze straight ahead to see who was near.
"I see your finally awake" a husky voice spoke.
"Where the hell am I?" I spat, no longer scared of the sociopath that stood before me.
"Well your in my basement." He said, before flickering the light on. Once I saw his face a wave fear washed over me.
"Who are you?" I hissed.
"I'm Justin, your name is Josalie, and we are in my basement, all caught up? Hmm?" I didn't say anything knowing that it wasn't the right time to speak. "Now if your probably wondering what's going on. I took you from the beach and brought you here, so now...well lets just say your mine." He told me a hint of amusement playing at his words.
"You kidnapped me!" I corrected him, barking rudely.
"No need to shout love, I'm not the one to play with. I don't take shit from little puppets like you!" He snarled. I watched as his fists tightened at his sides, breathing in a sharp intake of toxic air.
"I am not weak! I wouldn't dare stand for this! nor would I cooperate, I'd rather die giving you hell then be his puppet." I sneered through my gritted teeth.
"Wrong answer!" he barked, his hands gripped my chin, keeping my eyes on him.
"Get off!" I cried struggling to get out of his grip, although the ropes weren't helping at all.
"I will be back." he spoke sternly before roughly letting go of me. he walked out of the room leaving the door cracked just a bit, I frantically looked around the room for something, anything that might help me escape. Then it hit me! my pocket knife! I pondered on how to get it. I began to wiggle my hips as the knife slid slowly out of my pant pocket. I held the knife a firm as possible and moved it in the habitual motion until I was free from the ropes, luckily Justin hadn't come back yet. I tip-toed over to the door, squeezing my thin body through as I walked up the stairs and out of Justin's basement. I ran over to every door and window but they all seemed to be locked. "Nice try" I jumped, hearing his voice, in which made me stop in my tracks. I quickly turned around, plunging the knife down his shoulder with all of my might, letting out a growl as I did so.
"Burn in hell!" I cried. I rushed up his stairs, only to feel strong arms wrapped around my waist.
"Your not the first one I've taken, baby doll." He whispered into my ear sending shivers down my spine. Heaviness took over my eye lids and sleep took over my body.
*
I woke up on a soft king sized bed with golden sheets and a white quilt. "'Morning baby girl." Justin said as he walked out of the bathroom with a bandage on his shoulder where I cut him, cradling my knife in his hands. I looked out the window to see that it was still dark outside.
"What time is it?" I whispered, pushing through the rasp in my voice.
"I don't know around four."
"F-four-am?" I choked out, wondering why he had me up this late.
"Why so many question hmm?" he nodded before crawling on top of me in the bed.
"J-Justin!" I almost cried, under the impression I'd loose my virginity to him...which feared me.
"Relax, it's only your punishment." He grabbed my knife and slowly but gently carved letters that I couldn't make out onto my stomach.
"Justin! Please stop!" It didn't hurt as much but it was quite uncomfortable for my liking, causing tears to spill from my eyes.
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"Number 27"
Romance"What number am I?" I whispered a question hoping Justin would give me a truthful answer. He put his hand out for me to take but I refused it. "Come here, sweetheart." Annoyance was clear in his voice but he tried to be as sweet as possible. I took...
