Captive || Michael Clifford FanFic

Chapter 14|| Reveal

(Autumn's POV) 

I wasn't sure how long I had been in this hell hole but it felt like days; nobody had been in to check on me for a while now and I was starting to think they'd forgotten about me. My stomach was eating away at itself and my wrists were sore from the rope burns but I had given up on shouting out for someone to cut me loose, it wasn't going to happen. I lay there in the darkness staring up at the ceiling, counting how many cobwebs I could see and doing anything to keep my mind from focusing on the seriousness of the situation I was in. My mind had relived the moment I was kidnapped again and again and even though I tried my best not to think about it, I realised Michael must have had something to do with it. He led me out there that night; he must have told them who I was and where I would be... Unless they had taken him to? 

"Hungry?" a voice came from the steps leading down into the basement. I squinted through the darkness to catch a glimpse of the man with dark eyes, he was holding a plate with sandwiches and smiling as though I should be happy to see him. 

"How am I supposed to eat them when my hands are tied?" I wriggled up onto my bum and stared across at him, refusing to offer him any friendliness in return. 

"I've got hands, I'll feed you" he smirked, pushing the bread against my lips. I clamped them shut, refusing to be fed like some kind of animal. "Ahh, of course you're not going to let me do that. We haven't even got acquanited. I'm Peter, but you can call me Pete" He held out his hand sarcastically and then laughed to himself, it sent a shiver down my spine. Pete pushed the sandich back against my mouth but I wasn't going to accept it, I'd rather starve. 

"Now now Autumn, if you're going to misbehave then I'll leave you down here for another day without any food or company" 

"I'd rather be on my own than be with you" I spat, flicking the plate out of his hands with my face and smiling back at him, feeling a bit smug with myself. Pete's eyes burned into mine for a moment, he didn't speak and it was starting to put me on edge. I thought he was going to leave when he got up to his feet but instead he grabbed hold of my hair and dragged me into the middle of the floor. I tried to squirm away from him but he dragged me back by the ankles and slid my jeans down.

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" I screamed, dreading to think what he was planning. I heard him unbuckle his belt and started to panic. He was going to rape me. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. 

CRACK.

The feel of his leather belt burning against my bare skin actually came as some sort of relief; I bit down on my lip to stop myself from making a sound. He hit me again and again until a small whimper escaped me.

"I didn't want to have to do that, Autumn" he whispered into my ear. He stunk of whisky and cigarettes and I scowled up at him when he eventually flipped me over. My bum pressed against the cold stone and it was soothing; I could feel the blood trickling out of the wounds. 

"So, I'll keep you up to date. Your father has been in touch and has told me he will get the money in the next 24 hours. I warned him if he phoned the police that I will chop you up into little pieces and mail you out to him... So lets see how that goes" 

"Even if you get that money I'm gonna do everything I can to get it back from you once I get out of this place" 

"If you get out of this place" 

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(Michael's POV)

I didn't sleep at all, I found myself sat outside the basement door having an inner battle with myself about whether to go in or not. I wanted to check Autumn was okay, but I didn't want to reveal myself to her and I wasn't sure I could even look her in the eye anymore.