My Kidnapper says showering together is bonding. Yeah Right

My kidnapper sas showering together is bonding. Yeah Right 9

He looked at me for the longest. Not moving not breathing. Even I was holding my breath waiting for the moment.

I didn't want to die, but this was the only way out. I was ready for this. I was ready two weeks ago. There wasn't no going back.

"You're a stupid girl"

He moved my hair from my neck, his cold finger trailing my neck, my heart beat accelerated my veins were jumping. I closed my eyes.

"No don't close them" He purred in my ear. His nose brushed the side of my face. I opened my eyes and stared into his brown eyes. I would remember this face for eternity.

"Ill remember you in hell also" He pulled his head back, opened his mouth his teeth glowing in the dark light and attacked my neck.

The bit was painful, I felt the piercing in my skin. The drawing of the blood was my soul being sucked out of me. My heart beat slowed down, my eyes closed and I let go of my soul.

I felt as if I was on fire. There was bright light behind my eye lids. I was laying on something hard, squishy and bumpy. I heard birds hawking above.

I opened my eyes, the sun was beaming down on my exposed body. I looked around, I was in trash?

I sat up, I was in a simple white dress.

This isn't what I excepted. I was suppose to be dead.

"Marcus!!!" Why was I yelling his name?

"Matthew! Sam! Nicole! Someone!" I started sobbing. I was in a landfill! Why the hell did he leave me in this waste?

Why didn't he kill me? I fell back on the trash and closed my eyes. I didn't want to live.

"Can you hear me"

"Hey, call the cops. it's a girl here! Shes still Alive" A loud man was yelling in my ear

I opened my eyes and the large unshaven man eyes popped out his head.

"Are, Are you okay? Im getting help hold still"

"Im okay sir. Thank you. You don't have to do that." I didn't want to be fount.

I got up and tried to walk but I slipped the man caught me.

"Just stay still sweetie"

The Ambulance was there in 5 minutes. I was strapped to a gernie and checked into the hospital. They ran test, blood work, the whole works. All the while I kept telling them I was okay.

"You Marlyn Taylor?" A doctor walked into my room, stunned. Crap.

"Yes, I am"

"Why didn't you tell this in the beginning?"

"No one asked my name"

"We called the police and your parents, they should be here in 15 minutes. Is there anything you want to tell me?" He eyed me suspiciously. I shook my head.

It was wrong but I didn't want to go home. It was sick and twisted but I needed to go back. It was crazy because I knew my life would never be the same.

The police, tried to ask me questions about my whereabouts, who I was with, what happened but I wouldn't say a word. There was no way I would tell what happened to me to anyone. I would take it to the grave.

My parents brought me home after the test came back good. They tried to get me to talk but I would. I locked myself in my room sleeping and only eating once a day. I stayed up all night and slept all day. Hoping I could catch them coming to check on me. They never came. I pushed away my friends, I didn't want them. I knew I was being selfish but I needed to go back to them. I needed them I needed Marcus cruel self like he needed me for blood. It was twisted and driving me crazy. I had to save Sam I promised him I would help him but I couldn't. I was delirious I had to find a reason. I had to find a way to get kidnapped again. I just had to. My life depended on it.