ABDUCTED

CHAPTER FIVE

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>>>>>>JAKE

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There was a knock followed by footsteps into the room.

“Dinner is ready.” Jason informed and I ignored him.

“You need to eat.” He pressed.

“I will drag you in there myself if I need to.” He warned. I got up and looked at him blankly before following him to the kitchen. I flopped down into the chair and looked down at the plate of spaghetti. I picked up the fork and started picking at the noodles.

“Do I have to force feed you?” He threatened and I stabbed at the food looking him in the eyes. I reluctantly took a bite and chewed. I looked at the fork and smiled.

“Can I ask you something?” I looked at him.

“Sure.” He agreed warily.

“Are you mentally impaired?”

“No. Are you?”

“Maybe. One more question.”

“Yes?”

“Why would you, my abductor, give me, the abductee, a fork?” I jumped up and jabbed the fork into his shoulder as hard as I could.

I ran to the front door but was slammed into it instead. I tried stomping his foot but failed. He had yanked the fork out and blood oozed from the wound. He held me against the door and just looked at me quietly for a moment and I held my breath.

You have done it now Alex. You are dead. If I made it out of here alive, I was totally going to kick my karate teacher’s ass for faulty training!

“Never do anything like that again.” Jason ordered.

“You need to trust me. I am not going to hurt you but I will not allow you to go around stabbing me with forks or anything else. This is your only warning.” He growled and let me go.

“Sure. I will trust a maniac who kidnapped me. I will try to be a good little prisoner from now on!” He sighed and looked at me.

“Finish eating. If you try anything, I will tie you down and force feed you myself. Understood?” I glared at him and returned to my seat. I poked at one of the meatballs on my plate with my finger.

“Let’s try this again.” He said calmly as he placed a clean fork on my plate. I looked at him confused then picked up my fork to stab a meatball.

“How did you get past the cops?”

“I have my ways.” I wanted to stab him again for not giving me answers. I decided there was no need to ask any more questions, knowing he wouldn’t give a straight answer.