Shattered Innocence

Chapter Three

A/N: Hello lovelies. I'm so sorry it's been so long since I updated, but life comes first. Senior year has been crazy, and I struggle getting my schoolwork done so Wattpad has taken a backburner. I started this chapter like 4 months ago but couldn't finish it until now. So without further ado, Shattered Innocence Chapter 3! 

I awoke underneath a blanket, warm and comfortable. Still on the border between consciousness and unconsciousness, I pulled the blanket up to my neck and nuzzled my face into the pillow. My shoulder began to ache so I attempted to roll over onto my other side but something stopped me. Still mostly out of it, I kept trying to roll over and each time I was jarred to a stop. Each jerk woke me up more and more until I was awake enough to look to see what was causing the problem. 

I looked up to see my arm dangling in mid-air, handcuffed to the bed post. I abruptly sat up, my breath quicken. The day's events flashed through my mind, and I struggled to not hyperventilate. Corbin had... kidnapped me! Attempting to calm myself, I laid back down and focused on my breathing. I refused to lose any more control than I had. 

Corbin had always seemed off, but who in their right mind would believe that someone would kidnap them? The thought that this was all a big mistake fluttered through my mind. He'd let me go. Right? However, in the back of my mind I knew he was never going to let me go. I'd watched enough serial killer shows and movies to know that they never let anyone go. 

For several minutes, I lay on the bed and tried to pull my hand free from the cuff but didn't succeed in accomplishing anything. Not long after my wrist started to burn, I realized I was desperately thirsty, never having gotten my slushie. I contemplated my options and decided to call out. Would he answer?

"Hello? Is someone there? Corbin!"

I yelled his name for multiple seconds before I was cut off by the sound of the doorknob rattling. The door creaked open and my abductor stepped in the room. Even in the room's comfortable darkness, bathed in the dim light that shone from underneath the door, I could make out Corbin's lithe shape that I knew was lined with lean muscle and definitely stronger than me. His footsteps were padded by what I assumed to be plush carpet; since I was handcuffed to the bed and it was dark, I hadn't exactly had a chance to scrutinize the room. The bed next to me dipped as Corbin sat down on it, entirely too close, close enough that his leg warmed mine where they touched.

As the mattress sank, my breathing hitched, shuddering at the touch of him. His breath warmed my face before I felt his hand smooth my hair away from my face, lingering. Cupping my jaw, he leaned down to whisper to me, "Don't worry. You're safe," he soothed.

"Corbin, this is all a mistake. You have to take me back. I need to go home!"

He chuckled, "I told you earlier. You are home. You belong with me."

"Corbin, no I don't," I grabbed the hand holding my face and clutched at it. "I belong back at my house with my dad, with my friends. I need to go back. I want to go back."

"No, Madeline." Corbin's voice was harsh even though his hand remained gentle. "You are mine. You belong here with me, and I won't tolerate you thinking anything else. Got it?"

I nodded in fearful agreement.

His breath brushed my face again as he sighed. With a softer tone, he spoke again, "I'm sorry for that Madeline. It's just that... It's just that I love you so much. It hurts me to think of you leaving. I never want you to leave me."

The bed creaked as Corbin adjusted his position, scooting closer to me. He was now close enough that I could make out his face. His face was undeniably beautiful, but lurking behind it was a revolting monster. With the hand that cupped my face, he reached up to stroke my hair lovingly. "You're so beautiful Madeline."

"My name isn't Madeline, it's Maddie," shocked at my own gall, I shrank back against the bed fearing his reaction, and I was right too.

Corbin's eyes squinted with rage, and the hand that just a few moments ago lovingly stroked my hair drew itself into a fist, pulling my hair with it. "No! You will only be called Madeline from now on. It's a childish name and you are not a child."

Afraid of angering him further, I remained still, hardly daring to breathe. Soon, his shoulders relaxed and he calmed. Once I felt that he was as calm as he could be, I spoke up. "Would I be able to get a drink?"

Corbin's eyes widened, "Of course! What was I thinking? Of course you'd be thirsty. You stay right here, and I'll go get you something." He jumped up from the bed and dashed out the room, pulling the door shut behind him, once again leaving me in darkness. 

Before I was able to do much of anything, he returned with a plastic Tupperware cup in hand full of what I assumed to be water. I sat up and reached for it with my free hand. After handing it off to me, he sat at the foot of the bed and watched me greedily gulp the liquid. By the time it was finished, my brain caught up to my mouth. What if he had put something in it? I glanced up at him, but his face was unreadable. He already kidnapped me and had me handcuffed to a bed. What benefit would it be to drug me now?

I wiped my mouth on my sleeve and handed Corbin the cup. My movement  jostled my cuffed hand and the metal rattled against the headboard. "You can let me out of the cuffs, Corbin. I promise to be good."

Corbin's mouth quirked like he was thinking. "All right," he got up off the foot of the bed, pulled the key out of his pocket, and unlocked the cuff from my wrist. I quickly pulled it away from him and rubbed it soothingly. "You better behave or it'll go right back on. I'm happy to leave you free, but I will do what I have to," he moved towards the door. "I'm going to lock the door but feel free to move around. Goodnight, sweet Madeline." With that, he backed out of the room and pulled the door shut.

Once his footsteps died away, I ran to the door and tried the doorknob. It was locked just as he said. Panic rose with every attempted turn of the knob. Finally, the level rose to hysteria, and I began to beat on the door. "Please Corbin! Please let me out! I want to go home! I can't be here! I want to go home!"

I beat on the door until my fists ached, but Corbin never reappeared. Giving up, I turned my back to the door and slid down to the floor. I sat there until I eventually keeled over with exhaustion and fell asleep on the floor.