Adopted By The Bad Boy

Chapter Nine, Love? You're Crazy

                                                                         I was your cure,

                                                               And you were my disease.

                                                                        I was saving you,

                                                                But you were killing me.

                                                                          ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I awoke in a dark room. My hands were restrained behind my back, my ankles were also tied together. I shook in the chair trying to break free from my restraints. It was to no avail. I went to scream but the gag in my mouth muffled the sound. I was in a frenzy of panic. I was kidnapped! Someone actually fucking kidnapped me.

I started to hyperventilate and I heard a door opening. Footsteps began to rain down on the stairs behind me. I closed my eyes and slowed my breathing hoping to sound asleep. 

The footsteps stopped and I heard deep breathing. "You're a real shit actress Harper." Spoke the melancholy voice that belonged to Ryan. Slowly the events started to unfold. He attacked me and then kidnapped me. 

"No use faking sleep Harper I could hear you struggling from upstairs. Open your eyes and I won't hurt you." I whimpered into the gag and opened my green eyes only to see his smirking face. "At a girl!" He spoke as he brought his hand to my face. I flinched and he growled.

He tugged on my hair lightly pulling my face forwards. "If you be a good girl you won't be punished." Fresh tears ran down my cheeks and he quickly brushed them off. "You're safe here Harper. You're safe with me." He started to stroke down my jawline with his thumb.

I shivered in a repulsive manner. He must be fucking crazy to think that I was safe with him. He was my third abuser. He's bipolare. 

I looked into his eyes and he seemed to believe that he cared about me. But I know the truth, he doesn't. "If I remove this gag you better swear you won't scream. You scream I'll take the poker off the fire and spank you a few times with it. Maybe even stab." 

I gasped and nodded my head. I was scared, never have I felt so threatened before. Not even with my parents. I looked at him with pleading eyes and slowly realized, there was no crackling of a fire. 

I had two choices scream for help or stay quiet and be a good little girl. 

I couldn't risk this opportunity. I was going to take it. Scream as loudly as I could for help. If it gets me spanked it gets me spanked. But if it could lead to someone helping me, it would be worth it.

He slowly undid my gag, he pulled it out of my mouth and I inhaled deeply. Ryan was watching me with a smirk. "Smart girl." He muttered and started to pet the back of my head. "I'm going to go and get you something to eat and drink. Don't move." He chuckled at the end and started towards the stairs.

I need to scream, but I'll wait until I'm fed. I'm hungry not starving but hungry. I listened to the silence and still didn't hear a fire. I need a better plan. I should eat and drink. But before he can gag me I scream mercilessly for help. I'll fight at him with my head to keep the gag away. 

 A moment later I heard him coming  downstairs. In his hands was a tray, I saw that on the tray was a bowl with steam rising up and a bottle of water. My mouth started to water at the smell. Chicken soup. But if it's soup he's going to have to untie me which means my hands will be free. If I can throw the soup in his face and quickly untie my ankles. I can escape to the door and run out the house.

He set the tray onto my lap and I looked at him with pleading eyes. He grabbed a chair and placed it in front of me. He sat down and grabbed the soup. "Open your mouth." He commanded and I opened my mouth but not for food.

"Aren't you going to untie my hands so I can feed myself?" He chuckled and shook his head. "No because I don't need you getting any ideas Harper. Now open your mouth so you can eat." I already had ideas. But he just killed one of them.

"Come on open your mouth or I'll gag you again and let you starve." I opened my mouth and he smiled. He took a spoonful of soup and brought it to my mouth. He continued at this until there was no more soup. He let me finish up the water and I was full. There was no longer a clamor in my stomach. 

He patted my head and grabbed the tray and placed it on the floor. He picked up the gag and I shook my head. "Pl-please no."  I stammered then I  remembered my plan. I screamed and started begging for help. 

He growled and slapped me. "I TOLD YOU TO LISTEN HARPER! YOU WERE DOING SO DAMN WELL BUT NOW! UGH!" 

He punched me in  the jaw. My screams stopped and he gagged me again. "You caused this on your self." He growled and went clomping up the stairs. I shook in fear and when he came down in front of me, in his hand was a bright red hot poker. 

He pulled out a pocket knife and cut the rope holding me to the chair. He threw the knife to the ground which landed I  the soup bowl with a clatter. He grabbed me by the hair and threw me to the ground. "Remember Harper I love you, but you brought this on yourself." He muttered as he pulled down my pants and underwear. I whimpered into the gag and he pulled it down. "Yes?" He asked in mock sincerity.

"Love? You're crazy. If you loved me you wouldn't do this or have me here." He chuckled. "Wish I could but I love you to much to let you go." He pulled back up the gag and I was lying on my stomach, hands and legs bond together as my nude ass was exposed. 

He brought the poker down and I howled in pain. It hurt so much more than the phone cord. This burned and felt as if I was being stabbed while sitting on a bed of hot coals. He continued to whack me and I kept quiet. I won't allow him to see that he's hurting me. I will not cry. He would enjoy it all to much. 

After a few minutes and a couple hundred whacks later he stopped. He was panting and grabbed me by the shoulders. I was now standing but barely. That's when I noticed the blood on the poker and felt the warm liquid running down my lower back, butt, and thighs. I gulped as he looked at me. Was he going to stab me?

"I'm sorry, I went too far." He stared into my eyes as he spoke that. He seemed sincere but he couldn't be. He never will be. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. He was starting towards the stairs. 

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Oh shit a lot just happened to Harper. What do you think?

Do you think she shoud've kept quiet? Or what she did was right?

 What do you think Ryan's about to do to her? 

Thank you for reading this chapter and I hope to see you I  the next chapter!