The Psychopath's Prisoner

Chapter 38

Upon waking up the following morning, Cheyenne's neck was hurting and went to rub the kinks out. It was then she remembered that she was handcuffed. This wasn't just a nightmare any more. This had turned into a living nightmare, one that she didn't think she was going to make it out of.

"Good morning, beautiful." Daniel leaned down to kiss her cheek. "How are you feeling?"

"How do you think? You beat me up, cracked my ribs, and my eye is swollen shut. Tell me, what do you think?" He slapped her. "Yeah," she scoffed, "you would do that when I'm tied up. You're nothing more than a coward."

He wrapped both hands around her throat. "Be careful what you say, princess. Remember what happens when you piss me off. You don't realize how lucky you are that I even chose you."

"Lucky? Really? You're not the one I wanted. You were never the one I wanted. Michael, on the other hand, he was a good man and I love him."

"Don't." He tightened his grip. "Never mention his name again. He wasn't worthy of you."

"And you are?"

He loosened his grip and smirked. "In fact, I'm the only one worthy of you. One thing you need to realize is that you belong to me."

"What you think in that small brain of yours and what is fact, are two very different things." Anger suddenly took her over. She suddenly felt braver. "I will never belong to you. I'm not a piece of property and that's one of the many differences between you and Michael. He was a real man."

"Shut up!" He gritted his teeth. "When are you going to learn? Huh? Why can't you just keep your friggin' mouth shut?"

She began to laugh. "Because you're an idiot and psychotic."

"Oh. I see." Without warning, he back handed her. Face to face with her, he went on. "If you don't stop with that pretty mouth of yours, I'll..."

"You'll what? Kill me?" She leaned in. "Please do it. Do it! I welcome death."

His demeanor softened, which frightened her. He pulled back and whispered, "I like your feistiness. It kind of turns me on." He began to kiss her neck as he fondled her. It revolted her when he touched her. She knew what he was going to do. When would it end? He stopped kissing her and began to unlock the handcuffs. Once she was freed, he yanked her up and dragged her over to the sleeping bag. He threw her down and fell on top of her. If she wasn't in so much pain, she would've fought him off. Now, more than ever, I have to figure a way out of this. Or else I'm going to continuously be abused. And finally killed. I'll see you again, Raina. I promise. Like you told me, I'm a fighter.

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He finished and rolled over onto his back, breathless. "Amazing! You are so perfect. So perfect."

Cheyenne lay there, catatonically, wishing she were dead. He was going to continue to torture her and, eventually kill her. Knowing this, she didn't care. He was right. She would never get away from him, but she was sure as hell going to try.

"Hey, I'm going to go get us some lunch," Daniel said as he pulled on his pants. "I'll be right back." He unlocked the door. Before he stepped out, he gave a warning over his shoulder. "Don't do anything stupid." He locked the door.

She shot up and screamed. "I cannot do this any longer." She pushed herself up and gazed at the window above and the crates in the corner. The crates would be easy enough to move. All she had to do was move one at a time over the next few weeks so that Daniel didn't notice. She didn't have much of an option. The only other thing she could do was find something to knock him out with. Hopefully she could climb out the window when the time arose. In the meantime, she had to get back to the sleeping bag since Daniel would be returning soon. God forbid if he left her alone for an extended amount of time.

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"I hope McDonalds is okay. It was up the road and I didn't want to leave you alone for too long."

She looked up at him with a grimace. "Do you have any ice or some pain meds, because I am in a lot of pain? Thank you for this."

He set the McDonalds bag on the table. "Blame it on me all you want, but you are the one who forced my hand. You have made a habit of doing that. Now, get over here and eat."

"I'm coming." She moaned, got up, not sure if she wanted to eat, since he was sitting across from her. He nauseated her, but as soon as she looked at the food: two cheeseburgers, a small fry, and a small drink, her stomach growled.

Daniel pushed the food toward her. She glanced up at him. "Go ahead. Eat." She scarfed it all down.

"I guess I was hungrier than what I thought."

"Good. I'm glad to see you eat. You deserve it. You've been a good girl for once." She was done eating. Now he ate his meal as Cheyenne looked on. "Can I trust you?"

"To do what?" she asked cautiously.

"To not run again. Or...," He paused and pointed his finger at the pole, "Do I have to handcuff you gain?"

She closed her eyes as she struggled to keep her cool. The last thing she needed was for him to suspect her of anything. She forced a feeble smile. "I won't run. I promise."The longer she was with him, the more she knew she had to get away. She knew that it was going to take time, but hoped it wasn't too long