Third Person POV
When Laura pulled away from the ring master, her face was bright red and so was his. Laura leaned in again slowly before kissing him again longer. The ring master didn't hesitate to keep going as the two embraced tightly, the kissing becoming deeper until tongue was slipped in and their bodies were pressed up against each other in a fit of experimental passion. The air went from cool and crisp to hot and steamy really quickly. Left with bite marks on their necks and messy hair; now out of breath and their faces red, they exited the tent as if nothing happened.
Laura's POV
What the everliving fuck just happened? Was all I could think. Did I just... make out with... a murderer?! I didn't quite realize what I just did. This was all just part of my plan, I'd get close to him and either kill him when he wasn't watching or make him cave and let me free... Right? As much as I wanted to give it a reasonable explanation- I couldn't fully do that. I truly did feel something that shouldn't be there. That's not what mentally healthy people do. That's not what sane people feel.
I don't know what was wrong in my head- I didn't have the urge to escape I didn't need to leave, what was I thinking?! This was the same man who murdered innocent people including my own father. This was the same man who was destroying my life. This was the same man who was corrupting my mind and emotions.
I became very angry with myself as hot tears streamed down my face. I wiped them away reluctantly before climbing into the back of the blue van and laying there, waiting for the ring master to start up the van so we could leave to where ever we were going. The doors to the back suddenly opened, "What are you doing?" Speak of the Devil. I stared confused at what he meant feeling my face get red remembering what happened literally 10 minutes ago. "Waiting for us to leave, isn't that what we were doing?" I asked raising an eye brows. "You can sit up front with me."
He walked over to the drivers seat so I jumped out of the back closing the doors and walking to the passengers side.
The first 15 minutes of the ride were absolutely silent until I asked him, "So... Where are we going?"
"Some small town in Minnesota." His eyes moved to me as we neared a red light. I forgot to mention how he looked completely different in normal clothes, like any other average guy. "What even is your name? You never told me." He looked back at the road.
"L-Laura."
"Laura what."
"Laura Hannem sir..."
"And stop with the sir bullshit- just call me Mason."
"Oh okay sorry..." I stared into the distance
"How old are you?" I saw his facial expression grow a little nervous as he waited for my response.
"18. You?" I fiddled with my hands. Maybe if I gain his trust starting with small talk it really will help give me a clear shot to escape.
"23."
For being a psychopath he was seemingly normal acting through small talk. His black button up went well with his neatly combed dark brown hair. But remembering all the things he did my hatred for him grew, and I spent another hour staring out the window just thinking to myself. What the hell have I gotten myself into?
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We pulled over in a dark alleyway as he said, "I have some shit to take care of I'll be back. Don't you fucking dare think of running." He jumped out of the car locking the doors behind him. When he was out of sight I tried the doors. Damnit... I leaned my head against the window drowsily and just as I was dosing off I heard three loud knocks. I looked up at my window to see a very tall and muscular, rough looking man in all black. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a knife with a window breaker on the end, and smashed out my window. "What the hell?!" I jumped trying to unbuckle and slide away from the man.
Third Person POV
The man grabbed Laura by the arm as she began screaming and kicking. This man was very strong though, and pulled her out of the window with ease. He dragged Laura into the alleyway and was about to make a run for his car when a gunshot rang out and the kidnapper dropped dead. A .44 caliber bullet in his head.
Laura looked up confused and afraid to see Mason standing only a hundred feet away with his pistol up. He ran to Laura and picked her up carrying her on his shoulder to the car. "I didn't have time for this bullshit... Well we can't have you next to an open window, now can we Laura? No. So you're going in the back again. I bet you tried to open the doors I know you're plotting to escape- but as long as I'm alive you are never, ever getting away from me and our show. Got it?" He hissed tossing Laura in the very back of the van where she'd first been and slammed the doors behind her.
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Periodically on both the trip to Illinois and the one to Minnesota, Mason would pull over at a gas station or a store and then throw some food in the back and a drink. For food she either got chips, fast food, or small packaged deli sandwiches. As for drink she almost always got water, maybe juice if he was feeling nice that day. Laura spent a long time back there crying to the point where her eyes were so puffy from rubbing them that they had almost swollen shut.
Laura's POV
Why didn't I just shoot myself when I had the chance? I buried my face deeper into my knees, my eyes stinging and burning. 10 hours feels like forever when you're alone... I felt myself getting nauseous but tried to keep myself from vomiting all over the car, because I knew I'd get a beating for it.
Instead I began to hum to myself, 'House of the Rising sun'. Next time I get the chance, I will succeed in ending my life.
