My very own guardian

3

I woke up with a loud gasp and looked around. I'm still stuck in this fucking basement. I felt my neck and felt the healed outlines of puncture marks, it felt sore as hell. Like I woke up with a crooked neck. That damn over grown leech almost sucked the life out of me. "That'll be a great fucking scar" I sighed. I heard a deep chuckle behind me, making me jump and look at the direction of the wall. "You look better with those marks" jack said with that dumb smile. First thing he's said and he's not even apologizing for nearly killing me!? I growled "How long have I been out for you undead freak!!". He put a fake frown "Aw, well that isn't very nice Y/n". Jack pouted then sat at the edge of the bed. "You've been out for a week sweetheart, I thought you were as good as dead" he shrugged and said as if it was normal.
He really didn't care if I had died. I'd expect him to at least feel guilt or something. "A whole week!?" I replied surprised. I thought I just passed out quickly but I guess not. I sighed and remarked "Death would be better than being stuck here with you". Jack had a cocky smile "You know damn well you don't mean that, I mean, sure I kidnapped you and all but at least I didn't kill you while you were passed out or still sucked your blood!" He exclaimed. I guess he did have a point. He could've just ended me while I was unconscious but he did wait to see if I'd wake up.

I rolled my eyes "That doesn't justify what you've done Sean". Jack quickly got up and shook his head in disbelief. He obviously looked upset while glaring at me "Just be glad will ya?! And now go take a bath or something, see I could've kept ye dirty but I didn't!". I giggled a bit. His accent came out a little by mistake I guess and I hate to admit it but it was kinda amusing to hear. "Ok ok I guess you're kind of right in a way but, you know I have a point" I said with a small smile and got up. My legs were kinda week at first, making me trip a bit but it went away. Jack noticed this but chose not to do anything about it. He sighed and said "There's clothes over in that closet if you need 'em". He was about to walk out the room but I cut him off. "Wait! Those aren't...your victims clothes..are they?". His eyes widened a bit but he started laughing. I frowned, I don't feel comfortable knowing they once or could've belonged to dead people. "Of course they're not! I just got random clothes and stuff from your house, Your phone has all your information, This isn't daddy's first rodeo". He chuckled and let out a small breath "I burn their clothes once I'm done with them, just saying". He slammed the door once he left. I gritted my teeth, I forgot all about my phone and such! I mean it's nice he got my clothing but still. That last remark only made me a bit more on edge about how many victims he's had but, it's enough to know on how to discard of their stuff. I'd rather not think about that. I walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I checked myself out in the mirror and I gasped.

I was pale, undone hair, marks on my body. I look like a zombie! Heck, even a zombie looks better. No wonder he recommended a shower, I honestly take no offense since I feel like it was for the best. I brushed my teeth then took of my clothes while letting the water adjust to warm. Jack isn't all that bad when he's not mad or trying to snack on me. He's kinda funny but he was still a bit cold, feelings wise. I stepped into the shower and shivered a little.

The feeling of water against my skin felt nice. I noticed he even brought me my shampoos from my house. I guess he is kind of being considerate of me in a way. 20 minutes later I got out and got a nearby towel. I dried myself off and put my dirty clothes back on. I remember he said something about watching me all the time so maybe had a camera in the bedroom? I'll just change In the closet. Come to think of it I haven't seen the camera anywhere but I'm not willing to risk it. That psycho creep isn't going to see my body. I walked out of the bathroom and into the closet. I decided some sweats and a spaghetti strapped shirt would be cool since I'm not going anywhere. While digging through my clothes I found my brush. I guess he just threw everything he found into a bag and left it here. Still somewhat nice of him. Once I was done with everything I walked over to my bed, I was hoping to at least have food since I haven't eaten for a while. How did I survive without food? Who knows how long a person can go without food but I don't want to find out. I smiled a bit at the sight of a sandwich there and water. I guess it's not so bad being his living food supply, right? It could be worse but hey, I'm glad we're on somewhat better terms.