Abduction [EDITING]

Chapter 3 Part ~2

Part Two: Karma is a bitch, ain't it?

"What did you do with Anna?" I spoke, breaking from a trance i'd been in. It was all too much to absorb, but i soon realized he'd passed out on the table, his head hung lose as he snored aloud. What was i supposed to do? 

Wait.

He was asleep.

I was alone.

He must have the keys to the door! I jumped excitedly off the floor and tip-toed towards him, in case he woke up. I searched his jeans' pockets desparately, sighing internally in relief as my hand brushed against them. I slowly started taking my hands out of his pocket.

When he moved.

My eyes widened as i watched him shuffle sideways, snoring soundly. With a gulp, i took out my hand and started up the stairs of the basement. With each step, i felt one step closer to freedom, like if i turned around, i'd be engulfed in molten lava. My heart thumping against my chest, and my fingers becoming slippery with the sweat. At that point, any minor sound could result in a heart attack.

The keys fitted into the lock, to my luck, but amongst the four of them, that wasn't the one. A shuffle. He'd moved again. Quickly taking out the other key, i re-tried opening the cellar door, but it didn't budge. Third one. No. This has to be the one. 

"Looking for this?" 

My heart jumped as i turned to face him, saliva caught in my throat, my heart painfully beating against my chest. A sudden feeling of 'fight' or flight. Was this my chance? No. But he was drunk. I could overpower him. My thoughts stopped mid-way as a flash came infront of my eyes. A slap. I fell down two steps, my back rubbing painfully against the harsh edges. 

"Did you just take advantage of me, Jenna?" He chuckled, descending two steps closer. He was going to hit me again. Run or stand up? 

"Karma is a b*tch, ain't it?" I struggled to crawl down the steps using my hands, but he stepped on one of them. Was that the sound of a bone, breaking?

"Let me go," I struggled to speak, biting my lip as the pain seeped in slowly, my brain anticipating the intensity of it.

"Are you stupid?" He bent down to my level, lifting my chin, his misty smile coming into view. 

"I..was scared. Please, Jase, i was really scared, and i'm new to this. Don't hurt me." He tsked as he pulled me up by a grabbing a chunk of my hair. They'd already tangled enough since i've not brushed them for ages. He pulled me down the steps and threw me on the cold, tiled floor. Youch.

"You deserve what you're gonna get,enough of this shit," He spat while he grabbed a pocket knife from his pants, sliding the cover off slowly, as his tongue playfully traced his lips. I backed a step as he approached me, but grabbed my elbow as i intended to stand and run. 

Pushing me to the wall, he held the knife to my throat as he stared at my lips. His eyes moved to my hair and he grabbed a fist full of my long hair, sliding the knife underneath it.

My knees shook as he remained in that position.

"How pitiful...I actually liked your hair," He then cut half of my hair in a flash, as the remains fell to the ground. My hair..

He turned me around and slashed my arms in a quick motion. I could almost see the rage building up in his eyes. My arms lied motionless alongside my body, throbbing in intense pain, as he starting cutting on my leg. I was screaming by now.

"PLEASE STOP, I PROMISE, OH GOD. I CAN'T.."My screams seemed to motivate him as he kept on going, painting my body with a crimson red as long as my screams motivated him to. 

When would he stop..?

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