Kidnapped By You

Chap.7

Authors Note;

Hellooo! Not updated in a while... This chapter is a bit different.. i think? But anyway read on!

I felt something gently nudge my shoulder. I peeled my eyelids open to meet the gaze of my kidnapper. My eyes were heavy and sore and most probably puffy too. I sighed as I scanned the tray pushed in front of me.

“Mushy stuff… again?” I groaned. I pushed the tray away with my foot, “ I don’t eat this trash; I’d rather die from starvation” Mr Kidnapper stayed silent and I could feel him staring at me as I hugged my knees to my chest, resting my head on top. I was staring at the wall opposite me; my face blank showing no emotion.

“Just eat please” He whispered. Then he slowly walked out. I sighed and leant my head back against the wall. Silence was surrounding me as I slowly drifted off to sleep again.

My hair was being harshly tugged and a high-pitched voice broke my sleep. Mickey. Suddenly I felt something cold and thick plastered to my face.

I shook my head out of Mickey’s grip and rubbed off the sloppy stuff covering my entire face ,”Bleugh! What is this?!” I shrieked. Then I noticed the messed-up plate of food that was left on my tray over night.

“You!” I growled as I lunged at Mickey. What was I doing? This guy could easily kill me yet here I am going hulk on him. I crabbed his cheeks digging my nails into them. “Arggg!”

“Get off me you fat whore! My god damn face!” He cried. His body was wriggling beneath mine. I slapped him and grabbed his neck with one hand as I pulled his hair with the other.

“You absolute dick!” I stood up and lifted the plate of mash, I grabbed a handful and splattered it all over him. “I hate you! Let me go you bastard! You mean, sick man!” I yelled then I backed away from him.

What on earth am I doing?

I wiped my face with the bottom of my grubby shirt and watched him struggle to get up. He peeled off his jacket, scrubbing his face on it. Then he glared at me.

I kept eye contact as he came closer to me. “You dirty little bitch; I’ll teach you a lesson you should’ve been taught many years ago little girl” He growled as his face neared mine. I couldn’t help but cringe at the smell of his breath.

He grabbed both my wrists in one hand, lifting them above my head. I struggled against his grip. I felt his other hand on my waist. I froze for a second. “Don’t touch me” I said through gritted teach.

He ignored me as he slowly ran his hand up and down my side. “Don’t fucking touch me!” I hissed.

He tied my hands behind my back and then continued to touch up and down my sides. He slid his hand under my top and gave me an evil smirk. I began to panic and squirm around, “Get off me!” I cried. He stuffed a handful of tissues in my mouth; My mouth became dry and it was too much to even spit out.

He ran his hand up, resting it on my bra. I shook my head, begging him to leave me alone. He let out an evil laugh as he slid his hand under my bra, cupping my breast. Slowly he began pinching my nipple as he neared his face to mine.

He let out an evil laugh as he attacked my neck with his tongue. He was licking all over my neck, Leaving wet trails of saliva. I clenched my eyes shut to numb the vile feeling.