Forced Desires

Kidnapped

I froze in the shower, I felt all emotion leave my body. Everything finally hit me all in one moment. I wasn't here by my own free will, and I was terrified of what else he would do to me. Would he kill me like he did with Joanne? I knew if I ran he would catch me and I didn't want to run out fully naked. I turned around and punched Alaric as hard as I could in his jaw and ran as fast as I could. I grabbed a towel off the rack and put it around myself before I went through the bathroom door. 

I tried to open the door to the bedroom, surprisingly it opened. I was about the run out to what looked like a living room until was head was launched back. Alaric grabbed me by the back of my head and slammed the door shut. 

"Please just let me go!" I screamed "You got what you wanted!" I began to sob 

He didn't say anything, he dragged me back into the bathroom by my hair. He let go of me to shut the door, he picked me up from under my arms and put me back in the shower. I was too scared to move but more than anything I wanted to go home to my bed. 

"Everything will be a lot easier if you don't fight me." He voice was soft again. 

" I want to go home." I tried to say without sobbing. 

He didn't answer me. He started to soap my body gently and then shampooed my hair. His hands were gentle, he massaged my neck and my back. I felt a little more at ease. 

" I've been looking for you for so long. I knew you were it when I saw you at the restaurant." He turned me around to look at him, he cupped my face with his big hands. "I only want what's best for you, and you being on your own isn't good for you." He lifted my scar covered arm.
Looking for me? What was that even supposed to mean? 

"Where's Joanne?" I asked. Maybe if he told me I would know what he might do to me. 

"Joanne is with her husband." What husband her boyfriend was at the college?

"What husband?" I asked 

"There's a lot you will know later, your lucky you're going to be the only woman in my family that will know and will do what I do."

"What do you mean do what you do?" 

"That's enough for now, just be quiet." 

I looked down at the floor of the tub. I didn't understand, was he going to keep me forever? He shut the water off and brought me a clean towel. He dried the excess water out of my hair before wrapping it around my body. My head was staring to pound and i was getting dizzy. He wasn't going to kill me but keep me? to be what? Some sex slave? My thought were spinning in my head. Everything started to look fuzzy and I was breathing heavily. The last thing I remember was falling but I never hit the floor.
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I woke up in bed, my own bed. It looked like the sun was just starting to go down. Was it all just a bad dream? I looked at the clothes I was in, a black t shirt that was way too big for me and a pair of my shorts. I smelled food. I started to panic, was he here? 

I slowly got up from the bed, I had a gun in my closet I just needed to get to it. I tip toed my way over making sure not to make any noise, I could hear him moving around the kitchen. I opened the door to the closet and the metal box it was in at the top was gone. How could he have known it was there?I looked around just in case to make sure I didn't misplace it. 

"Looking for something?" His voice startled me, I froze. He walk over to me and shut the closet door, his eyebrows raised at me. "I'm trying my best to be patient with you and you're trying to hurt me?"

"Sorry." was all I could say

"I made dinner lets go." I followed behind him. 

I sat at my small dinner table feeling like a stranger in my house. I needed to get away from him. I looked at my front door, there were new locks on it. 

"Those will be there till I can trust you, but don't worry we won't be here long anyways."

I was too scared to speak. I just sat uncomfortably in my chair picking at the skin around my fingernails. I looked over at him moving around my kitchen. He knew where everything was. Cups, plates bowls, even all my spices and pans. I felt more at unease then I did when I was in the back of his car. Where was my cell phone? I looked around to find nothing, he probably has it. 

He set two plates on the table, he cooked two New York strips with asparagus with Parmesan on top and salad. How did he know my favorite meal? He sat across from me and started eating. I didn't want to move. 

"We aren't going to talk until you eat." I shook my head 

"I'm not hungry." I was scared to look up at him after I said it. 

"You need to eat now eat." His voice was stern

  I started eating, I didn't look up at him once. When he was done he started to speak

"I have a very large family, its always been that way. Most of the couples in our families have about 5 to 6 kids the girls don't count much for what I do because they don't know. In the past our family has dealt with a lot of women who are not appreciative and have taken everything from us. So we decided to only marry women who we know will be appreciative."

He paused for a second to look at me maybe to see if I was paying attention or scared.

"Instead of the men in our family finding their own wives I do it for them when they hit the age of 25. They pay me a lot of money for it. My father is the one that taught me how to pick out the women, he's too old to do it now. Well I've been doing this with him since I was eighteen and now that I'm on my own I get lonely. That's why you're here. You're going to be mine and you're going to help me with these women whether you like it or not."