Megan's POV
It was a week into moving around to different hotels just so James wouldn't find us. Brad and I finally decided to get the police involved. We finally settled down at a Victorian Inn. We were in our room, and we had police patrolling the building all the time.
I was now in my hotel room with my husband. He looked into my eyes and smiled. He said "Meggie, I promise that I will keep you safe, and I will die trying to protect you."
I smiled at him and he caressed my hand gently with his thumb. I blushed and giggled quietly. I could tell that he wanted to take me somewhere, but I was still a little iffy on the whole thing.
"Babe, I wanna go on a walk, will you go with me," I asked him.
He nodded and I got up. He pulled me into him and smiled. Brad kissed my lips gently and it slowly started to get heated up, when we heard a gun shot. I heard screaming and a man yelling.
"Brad, hide. I'm letting him take me, stay here. I promise you that I will be okay," I said.
He looked at me and started to cry. I looked at him and I kissed his lips one last time.
I heard someone banging on the door. I pushed my husband into the bathroom and I acted like I was sleeping. I heard the door break down, and someone picking me up gently.
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I woke up on a nice soft bed. I rubbed my eyes and I looked around. I then remember that I was taken. I slowly started to cry. I hear the door open, and I see HIM walk in. He smirked at me and sat down on the bed, next to me.
"Megan, we're finally together," he said.
I cried as he kissed my hand gently. I closed my eyes and I prayed to God that someone would find me soon. I forced a smile on my face, so I wouldn't make him mad. He smiled back and forced a light kiss on my lips. I struggled against him, but I soon kissed him back.
James smiled at me and wrapped his arms lightly around my body. I felt his warm breath on my neck and I heard him take a deep smell of my natural scent.
"You smell beautiful baby" he said in a husky voice.
I chewed my lip to keep myself from letting out all of the tears that were threatening to flow out of my eyes. I forced myself to kiss him and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"I'm hungry James," I said.
He nodded and took my hand gingerly in his. James helped me up and took me outside of the bedroom I was in. I had to admit, he was actually really sweet when he wasn't trying to sexually abuse me.
I sat down on a little stool that was pulled up to the counter. I heard him turn on the stove and set a pan down. He opened the fridge and took out some butter and cheese. I looked at him confused. He put the butter into the pan and I watched as it slowly started to melt.
He then got the bread out. He was making me grilled cheese sandwiches. I thought that was really a sweet thing for him to do, but I figured that I could make my own dinner, so he did not have to go through all of that hassle.
"James, I can make my own..you don't have to do this for me."
I saw him turn rigid. When he turned around, his eyes were cold and dark. I started to shiver and shake as he walked over to me. He lifted up his hand and backhanded me across the face with full force. I let out a scream before crashing to the floor.
I looked up at him weakly and tears rolled down my cheeks. My cheek where the contact was made, burned as the saltiness of my tears touched it. I held my hand to my cheek and I started to cry. I got up and I ran back to the room that I woke up in.
