Kidnapped

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Scarlett's POV

I sit there, right behind the line, leaning on the stairs to my left. I don't move, I just stare at it. Just a few more steps and I could be free. I could scream, or possibly crawl home. To Jason, to my brother.

I close my eyes and put my head in my hands. I want out of here! I want away from this psycho, and out of this fucking town!

Time passes, and the door finally opens. My head shoots up and I see Sangwoo, with a bag in his hand. I crawl back a little bit, and he stops, and looks at me. He frowns and closes the door.

"After all I did for you," he questions in disbelief, "I thought I was your friend? I EVEN BOUGHT YOU A GIFT," he yells then he closes his eyes.

He stands there, and he finally opens his eyes, and his whole attitude had changed. He almost had a smile.

"No matter," he says quietly, "You didn't leave. You must like it here."

He smiles and walks past me and into the kitchen. This guy is crazy. I don't know how long I can stay here. I'll find a way out, hopefully...

"Scar, come on! You haven't opened your gift yet," he yells happily from the kitchen.

I exhale slowly as I crawl back in the kitchen, sitting at the doorway. I glance at him for a second before going to my small table. The plate from earlier is gone, replaced by the black bag.

I look at Sangwoo scared. I didn't wanna open it, I was scared of what he called, gifts.

"Come on, open it. We're waiting," he says with a smile, gesturing to the bag.

Not only was he staring at me, so was Bum. I slowly turn towards the bag, opening it cautiously. But what I found inside wasn't bad at all.

I take out a dry erase board, a small pack of markers, and an eraser. I look up at him confused. I tried my best to smile, to show I liked his gifts. I wanted to keep him I'm a good mood.

"Try it out, tell us something," he suggested.

I open the markers and write -Am I ever gonna go home?- I already knew what the answer was, but the question was haunting me.

I lift the board up, facing them. After they've had time to read it, I lower the board, and start erasing it.

"No, not with permission anyway," he answers, "Ok, I got one. What happened to your face?"

I freeze up, my heart racing as I slowly write, -A match, mean people-. I show him the board, and look up at him. He looked interested in my answer.

"Mean people," he questions, "Were they meaner than me?"

I stop and look at him confused. I honestly didn't know how to answer that, so I just shrugged. He seemed happy with it. After that he took me back to the basement, and later me down on the mattress. He told me goodnight and left.

I woke up and slowly opened my eyes. It was quiet, and their wasn't much light. It might sound crazy but I liked it in here, despite the smell. I didn't have to worry about getting hurt, and I didn't have to be compliant. Following orders, looking away, I hate it! It's not me, and it won't be.

How do I stand up to him, when I'm terrified? Terrified to move, terrified to eat.... Terrified to scream...

I sit up and lean against the wall behind me. I almost fall asleep again when I hear the door open. I look at Sangwoo as he comes in.

He had the whiteboard in his hand and sits it by me with a marker and the eraser. He then sits on the floor in front of me. He had a slight smile.

"Let's talk."

Talk? Talk about what? I think as I grab the white board and the marker. I look at him, waiting on him to say something. I didn't know what to write, I didn't wanna write.

He seems to get the idea,"Tell me about your family. That's always a fun topic around here."

I respond with -what do you wanna know?-

"Well, do you have any siblings?"

I nod, and write -One brother-

He asks me where he is, I told him home. Then he asks me the one thing I was hoping he wouldn't.

"Where are your parents?"

I hesitate before writing -Dead-

"Who killed him," he asks with confusion.

Don't make me answer, please, I'm begging you don't make me answer. I stop, I don't write anything. He asks again but this time with more force. So I answer. -Me-

His face lights up and he starts laughing. He stands up and I look at him.

"You? You killed them? How?!"

He kneels closer I'm front of me with interest. I answer honestly, -pocket knife. Ten years ago-. I can tell he's happy with my answer.

He asks me why I killed him. I didn't write anything, I just pointed at my face.

"Oh," he said with realization, "They did that?... Wait here."

He leaves and comes back with Bum, and puts him on the floor. He sits on a chair shuffling a pair of cards in his hands while looking at us. When I look at bum his face is scared, like he knows what's gonna happen.

"Let's play a game..."