Kidnapped

Chapter 8

Hope you enjoy chapter 8.

*4 weeks later*

Matt and I have been secretly dating for a few weeks and it's going great. We can't do much when Nate's around, but when he's not here, it's fine.

"Come on." Nate says as he pushes me up the stairs.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"Field trip." He says like he's speaking to a five year old.

I run up the stairs with him following. I run into the kitchen and grab the biggest knife I could get.

"Come near me, and I use it." I warn, backing soon running into a wall.

"Come on Brook, you know you don't hurt your husband."

"One, I will use it if I feel the need to, two, did you forget the words "I don't love you"?"

He thinks for a bit.

"Brook-" He says before taking a step forward and reaches his hand out.

"You asked for it." I say.

I swing and slash the upper part of his arm.

"That wasn't nice." He says, his hand now red from blood.

"What? You think raping and forcing someone to be your wife because you were stupid enough to kill is nice?"

He ignores me and knows he can't do anything about me cause I have a knife in my hand.

"Please put that down Brook." He says calmly.

"Not until you let me go." I say.

"You know I can't do that."

"Yes you can."

"You pushed me over the edge." He says.

"Zach can you come here?" He shouts.

"Woah." Zach says once he sees me with a bloody knife.

Zach nods at Nate before going downstairs. He soon comes back with a gun.

"You wouldn't kill me."

"Kill you? No. Hurt you? Yes."

Before I could respond, Zach pulls the trigger, sending a bullet into my shoulder. I lose my footing, making me fall. I hit my head so hard I black out.

*2 days later*

I wake up to a splitting headache. I groan and realize I'm in a room on a bed and my arm is wrapped up and sore. I get up and wince because I keep forgetting about my ankle, which I hope is getting healed on its own. When I try and open the door, it's locked. It turns out it's locked from the outside.

The door soon opens and Nate comes in.

"Get the fuck away." I say.

"Look, I'm sorry, but I had to."

"No you didn't."

"Yes I did because you wouldn't listen."

"I hate you so much." I say.

"Deep down you love me."

"No I don't."

"Yes you do. End of story. We are going to sleep."

He gives me pink lace under garments before he tells me to put them on. I do as told because I'm too sore and tired to fight.

After I'm done doing what I was told, he takes my hand and pulls me to "our" room.

"I wouldn't have to keep doing this, but I have to because I can't trust you yet." He says grabbing the handcuffs.

"You always have to." I say.

He ignores me, takes one of my hands and puts the cuff around my wrist, and the other to the bed.

He puts me in bed before getting in, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me closer to him, and falling asleep.

After what seems forever, my eyes get heavy, I feel calm, and I go out like a light bulb.

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