Kidnapped

7.

Feeling the scolding, hot water drip onto my skin was incredible. I was beginning to feel disgusting, but of course I'll still feel disgusting on the inside after this shower. I held my naked body in my arms, letting the water pour onto my head. I was hoping the water would be hot enough to burn my mind. But it wasn't.

I reached up for the shampoo, the bottle labeled wild berries and squirted a large amount onto the palm of my left hand. I reached up and stepped back from the water, scrubbing my hair with the shampoo. I dug my nails into my scalp, making sure to rid it of any filth.

Next, I took a bar of soap and ran it over my entire body. Stepping back into the water, I rinsed off and rubbed my face. I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower onto a brown rug. It was soft beneath my feet. I grabbed a light blue towel, rubbing it all over my body.

I looked over onto the counter, realizing that I had no clothes. I looked onto the floor and my original ones weren't in sight. What the hell, was he in here?

I wrapped the towel around my body, tucked it tightly and I knocked on the door. "Hello?"

A pause before I could hear footsteps approach the door, and a voice spoke. "Yes."

"Where are my clothes..?" Without hesitation, as usual, he answered my question. "In the washer. I figured you'd like clean clothes."

He acted as if I should thank him for his kindness, yet instead I had no kindness for him. "I need clothes for right now."

"Ah, well. I made sure to go out and buy plenty for you.."

Huh? When did he have time to.. Seriously? I could have been figuring out how to escape instead of figuring out how to brutally wash my scalp.

"..several choices for you. Hope you enjoy it." I groaned in frustration, wanting to cry again at the lost opportunity.

I waited a few moments, assuming he would have left but was mistaken when I stepped out and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed.

He's going to watch me? He gestured to the closet, a walk in one and smiled. A sigh of relief, I walked over into the closet and shut the doors behind me. Several clothes filled the closet, and just then had I realized I did take a lengthy time in the shower.

No time to cry, I scanned my eyes over the choices and settled on a pair of black jeans and a white T-shirt. I opened a drawer to a dresser that was in there, and found pairs of socks. I grabbed a pair and slipped them onto my feet.

Walking back out, he shook his head. "Take your socks off." I stood there, questioning his words until he repeated the demand in a stricter tone. Doing as he said, feeling disgusting, I took the socks off my feet and held them in my hands.

"You have beautiful feet.. You are to always walk around without socks or shoes.." His eyes gazed at my feet, and I grinned at the thought of an opportunity.

I walked over to him, and gestured for him to stand up. He did and I held him against the wall, my leg playing with his. "You like my feet..?"

I heard his breath catch, and felt his answer.

I smirked, raised my foot up along his leg and kicked him without thinking twice. Seeing him fall to the floor, I ran out of the room. Thoughts racing, not as fast as my feet were. I glanced over at a staircase and fled downstairs, dashed down a hall and entered into a blue room.

Scanning my eyes over the room, my glance caught a window and unfortunately my ears picked up on the sound of loud groans and heavy footsteps. Panicking, I raced over to the window and quickly opened it.

The footsteps were nearing the room, and I found myself climbing onto the window. I looked down and could see a garden. Confused, I hadn't remembered seeing one. I assumed I was somewhere near the back of the mansion, and without further thinking.

I jumped.

I jumped as the door swung open, jumped as my heart jumped out of my chest. I landed on the grass, a pain shooting through my feet. I groaned, stumbling over. I fell back and looked down at my feet, seeing a piece of a bone inside of it.

A bone..? A growl from behind answered my confusion, and I glanced behind me at a bulldog. Saliva was dripping from its mouth, hunger in its eyes. I wasn't afraid of it, I was familiar with his hunger.

I closed my eyes, leaned back and let the grass catch my body. Within seconds, the dog made its way over and I could feel its breath on my forehead. At least my feet aren't beautiful anymore.

And with that, a certain pair of footsteps had caught up to me.