Kidnapped By My Best Friend

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The next day I woke up in a bed next to Jacob. I'm don't remember how I fell asleep last night. He probably drugged me again. I looked up and tried to get out of the bed but my ankles were chained to footboard. I tugged and pulled on my legs, but it was no use. Before I knew it, Jacob's wide, olive green eyes were staring at me. I paused and checked out all of his features. He was attractive. Almost too attractive.

Omg, What am I  doing? Why am I complimenting this sick creature?! After all he's done to me, the last thing I should be doing is complimenting him. I turned around so I wouldn't be hypnotized by his beauty.

Jacob cleared his throat and sat up. "Are you hungry?"

I sighed, and turned to face him. "A little." 

Jacob chuckled and got up out of the bed. He exited the room and came back with this gigantic key. He unlocked the chain, and let me stand up. 

"I unlo-" I knocked him out in the middle of his sentence. His face was cold and red. I can tell that he was surprised by this because he laid on the floor with a smirk on his face. Only an idiot would be amused by something like this. I kicked him in the balls before running out of the room. I ran around his home, which was undescriable. It was huge but disgusting. He had a sink full of dishes and his living room seemed to have a certain odor. It smelled like sweat and piss. How can someone so attractive, live like this?

        I continued to run and I found an empty room, I quickly went inside and hid in the closet once I heard footsteps coming down the halls. I tried to hold my breath, but my body wasn't used to this type of environment. The foot steps crept down the halls, getting closer and closer. I heard Jacob stop in the middle of the doorway, and I began to panick. Tears were streaming down my face & sweat was escaping my pores. I'm dead meat. Jacob sighed, and chuckled, "You have to come out eventually." And before I knew it, he was walking away from the room.

        I was super excited but scared at the same time. How am I going to escape? Is he trying to trick me? I sighed slightly and began to look around in the small closet. Next to me there was a scrap book. Inside of the book were all of the pictures I had ever sent to him and print outs of all of our text messages. I should've know this man was crazy! He even editted a picture with me with a long, mermaid styled wedding dress, with him next to me in a tux. He really thought he was going to marry me!

       Unfortunately the footsteps returned, and they didn't stop until they were in front of the closet. I began to shake in my boots. He slowly opened the closet, and yanked me up from the position I was in. He threw me on the hard ground. I hollered in pain, he threw me on my bad knee. Jacob went to the door, and locked us in. In his right hand he had a whip. Please don't tell me he's about to whip me.

        Oh look, I'm a psychic now! He struck my back, and the pain was excuciating. My body began to fidget every time I was struck. My back was pouring out blood. My head started to spin. After ten licks, I stopped counting. I tried to touch my back and he whipped my hand. I hollered in pain and the tears began to storm out my eyelids. I watched the blood drip out of my hand. After long, I lost feelings in my entire body. When Jacob stopped hitting me, I fell flat on the floor. 

He did the unthinkable. He started laughing. HE'S LAUGHING AT MY PAIN? Something really is wrong with this dude. My head was spinning, and my vision was blurred. I took two blinks before I blacked out.

***

I woke up three days later in an operation bed. Oh, so he's a fucking doctor now, huh? I was attached to an IV and I had the patches on my chest, monitoring my heart beat. Where did he get all of this shit? After a few minutes I began to lift my head and some stupid sensor went off. Jacob immediately ran in the room. He came inside the room with a smirk on his face. "Miss me, Princess?" He hovered over my face and placed a small kiss on my cheek. I frowned and coughed up all of the saliva in my mouth and spat on him. I chuckled and I watched his eyes redden and veins pop out. He looked like the hulk. I was waiting on him to turn into some creature, but instead my face met his hand, again, and again. 

"I guess you'll never learn." He said before grabbing a lighter out of his pocket.

He put the fire on my feet and watched me yell in pain. He hurt every part of my body. I will never be beautiful again. He put permanent marks on my hands and back, and now he's burning my feet. Why can't he just kill me already?! After a few minutes, the room smelled of my flesh and blood being burned. I was hollering from the top of lungs. I couldn't take this anymore. I tried to kick but it just made things worse. 

"Stop fucking moving!" He yelled.

This time, I obeyed. That shit burned. He smirked once he noticed I was trying to be obedient. He closed the lighter, then slapped my burned feet. I continued to scream. I was in so much pain, I'm pretty sure pain pills wouldn't even ease the pain. 

***

Over the next few days, Jacob left me alone and gave me time to heal. He only came in the room when It was time to eat, or when I had to use the bathroom. I hated being dependent on someone, and he knew that. I concluded that he only did these things so I'd need him all of the time. Once a day, he'd come in and clean my wounds. We didn't talk, and if we did, it was just small talk. I began to accept the fact that I'll probably never leave this house.