The Pet🐾 (Completed)

Chapter 49

Ashley

Onice Jared left i quickly rushed to the door, I tried to unlock it but it would t open. I ran over to the window next to it and saw bars, I also saw the pad lock that was there keeping the door shut. I went up to every window, every one had bars over it and was locked shut. There was no escape, I ran into the kitchen too get something to use against him if he dared to come back. All of the drowrs were empty acept for plastic spoons, I then went in the cabinets and saw paper plates and Styrofoam cups. Then went in the bottom cabinets and couldn't find one pot or pan. Its like he knew I would look for something. I went upstairs to look for something else, anything. Just Anything! But there was nothing no knives no scissors, no thing but things that couldn't be weapons. I even looked for picture frames for the glass but they were all paintings with no glass frames. I walked back down stairs and checked the fridge for food, I saw a sandwich on the top shelf. I picked it up and saw it had a note, it said, "your very favorite kidnapper made you a very special sandwich - made with love, Jared"

I was about to gag when I read the note, he thinks this is funny. I threw the sandwich at the front door and it splattered every where, i looked back into the fridge and saw a carton of milk and a cup of pudding. Well there's my lunch, I thaught to myself, I walked over to the cabinets, picked up a red solo cup and poured myself some water from the faucet and grabbed the pudding. I picked up a spoon from a drawer and walked into the loving room, the lamp was made out of wood so it didn't shatter glass every where. It just laid limp where it landed, I sat on the couch and saw that Jared had left his coffee and it was in a glass mug. I quickly finished my pudding and washed off the mug, how am I supposed to use this as a weapon? I asked myself.

I thought about smashing it and just throwing the pieces at him, but he would see that from a mile away. I could always just hit him with it, I thought some more. I then realized that it was already becoming sun down, I threw the pudding away and drank the water. I then made my way up to the room I woke up in and decided to baracademyself in there, I closed the door and pushed all of the furniture so it stacked and held the door closed. There was the bed side table on top of a bookshelf with the bed frame leaned on top of it all. The matredd on the floor and the coffee mug were the only things not against the door. I looked at what I did and felt proud of myself, when it all went away and my heart started to pound out my chest when I heard the front door open. I then heard a smug, ""honey, I'm home" catchphrase

I could hear him down stairs walking around, "aww, I see you didnt like the sandwich I left you. But you did like the pudding, maybe I will just leave you with nothing" his voice got louder and his wraps got closer, "you should try and clean up the place, you will be living here anyway" I heard him right outside the door, "well I'm guessing you like this room better than that dark cold cell back at the old mansion" I could hear his evil smile, I stood up ready to throw the coffee cup if he got in

He then tried to turn the door knob, "oh I bet you think your cleaner, locking the door" I heard him roughly bereak the door knob so it didn't close anymore, "now" he started to push the door open but it was met with my baracade, "hello there, I see you've baracaded the door" he said peaking through the crack in the door, "if you think this will keep me out your wrong"

Then he backed away and I couldn't see him, and suddenly there was a loud kik on the door sending my barricade flying backwards towards the wall. Jared smoothly and calmly walked inside, I pulled Amy arm back and threw the mug at him. He fought the mug and looked at it, "aww your so sweet, you washed my favorite mug" he said setting it down on the knocked over bed side table, "you should clean the rest of the house for me too"he said stepping closer

I grabbed the pillows and started throwing them at him, each one he knocked away with his arm. My last pillow he was right in front of me, " now that's not very nice" he said grabbing my arm and twisting it behind my back again, "now lets go see what we can do about that temper of yours" I started to struggle and I felt another sharp pain in my neck, this time I didn't go out I just couldn't move, "wow, these witches are great. They know how to really perfect positions for people" he said picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder

He walked downstairs and went over under the stairs, I could her him pulling something out and a door being opened. We then went down more stairs until we got to the basement, he set me down roughly against a wall. "Now lets see if you can learn some manners" he said clasping chains around my arms and legs, "looked familiar right?" He asked

I just spit in his face, " yeah, accept you ugly face wasn't here" I said a smile creating on my face

He wiped away the spit and looked at me, he then backhanded me and my face tuned to my right with a hard crack, he then grabbed a hard chunk of hair and made me face him, "well, to bad then, maybe I should get a picture of my face and leave it down here for you?" he asked

"Eniough of this playing around, what's your plan Jared? Why am I still here?!" I yelled...