Forced Love

Chapter 4

He walked over reaching for my chin. I jerked my head away quickly and he laughed a little. What was so funny? I looked down. I couldn't even look into his eyes. His eyes were a beautiful green and they seemed to match his beautiful pale face. His dark brown hair hung in his face and he flipped it out of his eyes.

"What do you want?" I asked, I wasn't polite about it either. I didn't like what he was doing to me. This wasn't right at all and he must've caught the hatred in my voice.

"What's wrong you don't like me already?" He snickered, but I didn't find it funny. "I see now you're mad that I kidnapped you." I smiled for a moment.

"Wow how did you know that?" I said sarcastically. He laughed and it made me smile even bigger.

"Unlike any other girl that's been in here. Truly amazing." My face turned pink for a moment.

"You probably said that to all of them. Why don't we ask oh wait they're dead." I said frowning now. He frowned and looked at me curiously.

"Actually no I haven't." He walked back upstairs as he spoke not looking back at my tortured face. He still hadn't answered my question I asked earlier. I didn't know when he would be coming back down. I stood still. I felt weak in the knees and tired all of a sudden. I could barely even stand anymore.

If I gave in and stopped standing the chains would still keep me up. They would probably cut my wrists up pretty bad. Tears hit the floor making small splashes at my feet. Why was I crying? Did I have a reason to cry now?

I wanted out. I wanted to be let go again. I didn't want him to kill me. Who knows what he did to these girls. I don't want to end up like them. Yet it would end my misery so maybe I did. I could be put to rest if he did kill me. I wouldn't have to feel pain anymore. I wouldn't have to feel anything.

I would be happy if I was dead. I looked down at the blood seeing his footprints in it. I looked to my right seeing pawprints. They were wolf prints. I gasped. He had a wolf in here? That explains the bite marks on the dead girls.

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I looked back down not having to look up to know that he was standing in front of me.

"Why so glum love?" I cringed at the word 'Love'. What was he thinking in that pretty head of his? "Come on you have to answer me sometime." He was mocking me.

"No." I simply said without hesitating.