captured.

A new life

greg tied up shanes legs and dragged him to the front steps while shane kept screaming. "im going to lock this door. so dont try anything stupid when i untie you." shane nodded. greg let him explore the house. the first room was the living room. it was simple, yet pretty. shane saw a large window. greg noticed him looking. "oh those? they're unbreakable glass. costed a lot, but it wouldve been an easy way to escape." "where am i...?" "WE are in Oregon. i built this cottage for us 3 years ago, baby." shane felt like throwing up everywhere. "did you hurt ryland, uno, unnamed, or cheeto?" "of course not. theyre all fine. i wont hurt them unless they hurt us." shane shivered. "I'll show you the rest later. your arms must be aching you need rest" greg held his hand and led him to a large luxurious master bedroom. "wow." shane said. "dont be shy lay down." greg was more gentle with shane than he ever was with lainey. greg drugged him again and shane drifted to sleep.
*a few hours later*
Shanes POV:
i woke up to smooth jazz music. this fucking pyscho is dead. i heard greg humming in another room. it smelled like.. meat. i cautiously got out of bed and walked near the humming sound. i ended up in the kitchen and greg quickly noticed me. "hi honey. i went out to the store to make us dinner. im making us steak! im so happy you're here." i stayed quiet. im not eating this crazy fuckers slop. theres probably some kind of drug in it. "i still can't believe i finally captured you.. its so surreal." greg couldnt stop smiling and blushing. i saw a knife on the counter. now was my chance. i quickly grabbed the knife and hid it behind my back, not being too obvious. ill try escaping through the window before killing anyone. he mightve been lying about the indestructable glass thing. i wandered around the house looking for the bathroom i could lock myself in and hoping there was a window big enough to escape from it. there it was. it had a big enough window i could barely fit through. i stabbed the window multiple times to no avail. "FUCK" i kicked the door in anger. "still trying to escape hun?" greg asked from the kitchen. he mustve heard me. i locked myself in the bathroom and started crying. "its ok baby youll get used to it." "FUCK YOU ASSHOLE." i yelled through my tears. i finally left fhe bathroom an hour later. greg was sitting on the couch watching cupcake wars. "i put on your favorite show to make you feel better!" "here's your steak." i slapped the plate onto the ground. "im not eating your fucking steak." greg frowned alnost on the verge of teads and resumed watching tv, ignoring the mess. i tried opening front door over and over and over again, including the kitchen back door. greg didnt seem to mind, but still seemed sad. i felt kinda bad for him, he evidently had some mental issues. "please let me go.. i wont tell anyone i promise i wont call the police or anything just let me free and don't hurt me, " i begged. "thats not going to happen im sorry shane."