Kidnapped by Jack Avery

Chapter 9

It's been weeks since I was brought here to Jack's house and while I wasn't anywhere near comfortable, I didn't hate it as much as I used to. He tried to make me feel safe and yes, I wanted badly to go home, but this was my home now, and I didn't want to disobey him by trying to leave again. It's been two weeks and my ass was still sore and bruised.

While he surprisingly hasn't 'made love to me' since the first time, he has kissed and hugged and cuddled me countless times, everyday at minimum. I didn't mind it too much, I've become accustomed to it at this point. I just missed my family. A whole lot and I heard on the news a couple days ago that they've been looking for me for ages and there's been no clues. Jack was good, I'll give him that. But not in a good way.

"Baby! Come here!" I heard Jack's voice call from the living room and I knew better than to disobey. So, I got up from the bed I was lying in prior and headed downstairs, seeing him hold his hands behind his back. My eyebrows furrowed, a little nervous as to what it was he was hiding and the smile on his face made me feel uneasy, at most. I didn't feel as threatened by him anymore, but that didn't mean I was in love with him and didn't want to leave no matter what because trust me. That was not the case.

"I got you something, baby girl." He explained vaguely as he noticed my confused expression. I just nodded slightly and glanced down at his arms, watching his hands emerge from behind his back. And out he held a collar, with the words 'daddy's girl' engraved in it in diamonds. And the worst part was that they were real diamonds. My eyes widened and he walked behind me to put it on me, my fingers resting gently on the words as he did so, feeling speechless.

"Kitten, you look gorgeous." He whispered in my ear and pressed a gentle kiss to the spot below my ear. I still didn't know what to say or how to feel about the necklace, because I'd never even seen anything like it before, not to mention no one's ever spent so much money on me. I guess, in a way, I felt flattered. There was another emotion there but I couldn't put my finger on it. I just knew it wasn't really a good emotion, therefore he didn't need to know about it.

"I love it, daddy."