Ready. Set. Shoot.

Chapter 5- One Step Too Far

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Isabelle's POV:

I heard a knock on the door. It sounded like the kind of knock David would use, and trust me, he's come to our house enough times for me to know what his knock sounds like.

I was right, and he strut through the door, more confident then he usually was around me.

I looked up at him. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and I couldn't help but notice his muscle.

"Izzy," he started, "Are-are you okay?"

"Get me out of here. Now!" I ordered, "and, don't call me 'Izzy', You don't deserve it."

He shut the door suspiciously. Now, it was pitch black all over again. I didn't know where in the room he was.

I felt a tingle on my left arm. It must've been him. What was he doing?

Somewhere in the room I heard him whisper, "Hey Izzy, baby, I've missed you"

I whirled around, (As well as you could when you're trapped in a chair) and found myself face to face with him. I could feel his breath beating down on me. His arms wrapped around me as he drew me in closer. With my hands strapped to the chair, all I could do was watch.

"Get off me... now" I said, dangerously low, almost like a growl.

He just laughed. "All these years you've pushed me away... but you know what? You're mine right now. All mine. And right now we're going to do what I want."

He leaned in closer, and I felt his lips brush my ear, causing me to shiver. Almost instantly that was replaced with anger. Who did he think he was?

Finishing his sentence, he whispered in my ear, "And what I want is you."

I needed back up. Pronto. I wish Lori or Emily could help me. But, I don't even know if they're alive.

He leaned in and shoved his lips against mine. I tried to push him away from me, but he just wrapped himself even tighter around me. I could feel his arm making its way down my back, and his tongue trying to make its way into to mouth. I tried to resist him. In an attempt to get him off of me, I brought my hands to his chest. I tried not to feel his abs.

Slowly I could feel him undoing the chains from my chair.

Thoughts rushed through my head.

Why was he freeing me from that prison of a chair? What's happening? This might be my chance to escape. Or, maybe it's a trap? There's a camera in here... so I might as well expect the worst.

Before I could try to run to the door, he grasped me around the waist and pushed me into a wall. I was trapped. Between him and the wall. I felt a tug on my shirt.

And...

What the hell?

He was taking off my shirt!