Love, hate and everything in between

~Chapter 3~

•Hey darlin's. How was your week? I have like 2 million projects I have to do...and I stabbed myself with a pencil!! Woo! It's not fun. I don't recommend it. I thought I pushed the lead in but clearly didn't. And BAM! Now there's a sexy lookin hole. Yum. I'm done talking now. Have fun reading.•

••••Brooke's POV••••

Black. Quiet. Warm.

I struggled and struggled discovering I couldn't get out of whatever I was in. Where am I? I'm missing the party! Where's that stupid jacket? I tried saying James' name but I couldn't. I couldn't say or scream anything. Something was on my mouth. I tried using my hands but I couldn't get them out from behind me. What is this? How drunk did I get last night? I didn't drink. Is James here? Oh lord..did he tie me to the bed? Not how I wanted to end the night. No. The smell wasn't of out house. It was rusty smelling. I tried moving my arms and wrist again, but got a shooting pain. I screamed through whatever was on my mouth. What is this? Am I having a dream? Finally, I saw lights switch on in a hallway a little ways away from me. I heard a heavy, squeaky door push open and bright lights flashed on. I squinted my eyes and tried quickly to adjust to the blinding light. When my eyes finally adjusted a blind fold went around my eyes. I struggled but felt a shark prick go in my arm. I screamed again. I felt the tie around my mouth being taken over.

"Now don't speak or I will inject more of this crap in you." The voice said. Male it sounded like. I nodded and felt the ropes around my legs untie. I could run but what are my chances at actually getting away? I didn't even know where I was.

"Don't even think about running, Cassidy." The man said again. How does this creep know my name? Who is he? I'm blowing up with questions. He then untied my arms. I felt my left arm sting with pain and my wrists felt hot and bloody.

"Would you like to know anything?" The voice asked. I nodded.

"Aww, well too bad I won't tell you."

I felt my body burn with rage. I wanted to slap him. But I couldn't move my wrists. I wanted to run but my legs were numb. I wanted to scream at him but I didn't want to be shot in the arm with that stupid injection. He picked me up and swung me over his shoulder. My body shook with pain. I heard the door open again and knew he was walking us somewhere.

"Here's your room, sweetheart." He said nastily. He dropped me down and pushed me into the room. He slammed the door and locked it. I immediately ripped off the blindfold around my eyes. It was a small square shaped room. Small bed. No pillows. No blankets. A tiny, tiny window with bars around it. A bathroom. And that was it. The walls were stone and I felt like I was in jail. I went to the bathroom and found the mirror above the sink. I gasped at the reflection. There was blood smeared around my forehead. My wrists and arms were covered in it and my legs had bruises covering them. My dress was red. Almost everywhere. It looks like I took a bath in blood. I gagged and quickly washed the blood off my face. How could I wear anything but this stupid dress. I had nothing. And I certainly wasn't wearing my bra and underwear in front of this psycho. I heard the door open and then close.

"Where are you?!" I heard him yell. I walked out of the bathroom.

"Here." He said throwing me jeans, a a t-shirt, sweatshirt, socks, and underwear.

"Did you get these in my house?" I asked.

"Maybe." He replied.

"Who are you?" I asked. "You know me. I know you. Tell me."

"If I told you, you'd never understand."

"I actually would. Tell me what you did to me. Did you stab me?"

"No. I only cut you."

"And beat me. And kidnapped me."

"Well...of course darlin."

"Did you touch me?"

"No miss innocent. Not yet."

"You lay a hand on me and you won't live to see another day."

"You tell me what I can and can't do and you won't live to see another day."

I nodded my head slowly and remained silent.

"Hurry up and shower. I'll show you around."

"What if I don't want to be showed around?"

"Do you like pain, ms Cassidy? Or should I say, Mrs. Maslow."

"No...I'll hurry."

He nodded and walked out of my room. I went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Taking off my clothes was a struggle. Everything hurt. Every cut stung when it hit the water and I clenched my jaw. I really should be used to this by now. Once I finished I put my clothes on and went to my door.

"I'm done!!" I shouted while pounding on the door. He came and swung the door open grabbing my shoulder and pulling me ahead.

"Ouch!" I yelled pulling away. He pushed me ahead.

"This is the kitchen. That is my my room. Off limits. Downstairs bathroom. Garage." He said, not wasting a minute to speak.

"Who are you?" I asked again, not caring about this "tour"

"I told you."

I tried taking off his mask but he slapped me in the face and pushed me down. I held my stinging face with tears flooding my eyes.

"I hate you!" I screamed.

"Excuse me, you little little hoe?!" He yelled back yanking me up by my hair. I screamed and held back the tears.

"Talk back to me again. I dare you." He said pressing my body up to his. I shook my head in terror and disgust. He slammed his mouth onto mine and threw me into the wall. I kept my mouth closed, knowing he was wanting an entrance for his tongue and it definitely wasn't happening. I shoved him off me and let the tears flow down my cheeks.

"That's all I get? I don't think so." He said.

"Get the he-"

"Hello? You home yet?" I was interrupted by someone coming in the door. At first I heard a woman's voice then a mans. They stepped around the corner leaving me speechless. They looked a little shocked themselves. Honestly, I don't think they were supposed to be here.

•Who do you think the two people who walked in the door were?? And who is the man in the mask?? Hmm... *evil smirk emoji here* Welp! (And don't even say blaze! He's d.e.a.d!!!) ;)

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