Kidnapped by Daniel Howell

Chapter Ten

After sitting with Daniel for a while, I finally calmed down. I still didn't feel 100 percent safe, but that's good considering that I was kidnapped. If I felt 100 percent safe with him, then I would be diagnosed with Stockholm Syndrome. "Are you going to be quiet now?" Daniel asked in a mono tone. I nodded my head yes because I didn't want him to beat me anymore than he already did. "That's good. I don't want to hear any more issues out of you today, do you understand?" He asked me. "Yes.." I voiced to him. Daniel hugged me close to him before he left the room for what had to be the third time today. He didn't slam the door this time, he didn't even close it. I decided to stay against the wall because I didn't want to do anything that could make him angry. I really wish that he would acknowledge my broken leg so I could potentially get some kind of medical attention. After a while Daniel came in and knocked on the wall to signal that he was there. I struggled to sit up. "I made you some food so you can gather some strength." He said. I nodded my head and thanked him. He turned around to leave, "Daniel.." I said before he could go anywhere. He turned around to look at me. "Yes?" He asked. "Can we get my bone checked out, it doesn't feel right, I think I broke it when I fell." I said. He nodded his head at me. "I will see what I can do, okay?" He said. I nodded my head as he left the room. I sat against the wall in silence for a few minutes, then I decided to try and get the food that Daniel had made for me. I needed the strength and energy after all. It hurt like hell to move, it wasn't easy but it was hella worth it. I heard my self letting out little screams and shrieks, I didn't want to alarm Daniel, so I just gritted my teeth and dealt with the pain. I finally grabbed a hold of the bowl and quickly fell back down. I began to eat the food not knowing what it was. It tasted like oatmeal, but it tasted a bit weird. Maybe Daniel put drugs in it so I wouldn't attempt to run away again. Jokes on him because as soon as I get better, i'm out of here regardless of what he will do to me. I don't want to live out the rest of my years fearing for my life with Daniel. I want to go back to my mother and never be in this situation again. I was in deep thought until Daniel came in the room. "Whats the matter? Doesn't it taste good?" Daniel asked me. "What is it supposed to be?" I asked him. "Its oatmeal but I put antibiotics in there to help heal your leg. I didn't know if you liked taking pills or not so I just played it safe." He said. No wonder it tasted weird, but should I really believe him, after all he is keeping me hostage. He has me right where he wants me. I just nodded and smiled at him, then he left the room again. What if they really are antibiotics, if they are then i'm punishing myself by not eating them. If they aren't then i'm doing the right thing by not falling into his trap.