This has been the worst week of my life. Some dingus kidnapped me...AGAIN; but he had a mental problem. He forces me to believe that we're married. He even gave me a ring.
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After the concert had finished, he took me to his house and locked me in his basement. In order to leave the room I needed a pin so I couldn't heave. It also had no windows. He took my phone so that was that.
I heard footsteps coming and I sat straighter in my chair. He had my hands chained using chains that were attached to the walls. He left the tv on during the day so I wouldn't be bored.
I really miss Sean.
Thinking about him made a tear roll down my cheek. I wasn't allowed to cry because it makes him think he hurts me, which he does, but my hands were chained up so when he came in and saw me crying, he slapped me across the face.
I hissed in pain and threw my head back.
"Apologize you slut!"
"For what?"
"Crying," he slapped me again and I rolled my eyes.
I can't take this anymore, "No."
He stooped to my level and glared at me. He took my face in his hands and squeezed it hard. My jaw started to hurt and every time I tried to turn my face away, his grip got harder.
I'm not gonna lie, he was fucking sexy but boy did he have problems.
After a while on just giving me a hard ass stare, he forced his lips onto mine. I didn't kiss back so he pulled away and pursed his lips.
He placed his hand on my cheek and used the back of his hand to stroke it. "Baby you know I love you right?"
I ignored him and his tone raised, "Right?"
I shook my head. He clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth, "Say. It."
I sighed and rolled my eyes, "Yes. I know you love me."
He smiled, "Good. Now say you love me."
I forced a smile, "I...I love you."
"Then why the fuck aren't you kissing me back?"
He sighed and stood up, getting the keys and unlocking the chains surrounding my hands. I rubbed my now red skin wrists and Charles took my hand, helping me up.
He took my wrists and placed gentle kisses on them, "I'm sorry I have to chain you up like that. I just can't risk you leaving while I'm at work."
I smiled at him, "Why would I run away? I love you."
He grinned like a fool and placed his hands on my waist and leaned down to kiss me. This time I actually kissed back.
I've been trying so hard to win him over and convince him to stop chaining me but I always slip up and say something sarcastic. Not today though, I was gonna escape. Even if it meant pretending I loved him.
I pulled away but our hands were still on each other. I played with his hair using one of my hands, while the other stayed around his neck, "When last did you take your medicine?"
"I stopped taking it a week before I saw you at the concert."
I nodded, "Oh..."
He smiled and leaves back to kiss me.
The basement wasn't some shitty room actually it had a nice soft bed, a little kitchen and the walls were painted yellow with dandelions on them.
He backed me up until my legs hit the bed. I laid down and he climbed on top of me, pinning me down. His lips moved to my jaw then to my neck and unconsciously, I let a little moan out, causing him to smile against my skin.
He took my top off and I pushed him off of me, sitting up, "I'm on my period."
He blushed, "Oh...well you can suck my-"
"I have cramps...it hurts a lot."
He nodded and handed me my T-shirt, "Okay babe. I understand," he kissed my forehead and stood up.
"Do you want pain tablets?"
I smiled, and this tile it was actually sincere, "No thank you."
He was just a sweet person looking for love, he was just doing it the wrong way.
"Um I made lemonade, if you want any."
He smiled and nodded his head, "Sure."
I had asked him to buy some laxatives for me earlier but it wasn't for me. It was so I could put in his drink and that's exactly what I did.
I carried the cup over to him, "Thanks."
I sat next to him on the bed and I looked at him. He was about to sip when he said, "You drink it first."
I covered the shock on my face quickly and asked, "Why? You don't trust me?"
I played with his hair again and he offered the cup to me, "I...uh...I can't have sugar on my period. It'll make the cramps work."
"Are you lying to me?"
"What? No, of course not," I placed my hand on his thigh but he still didn't seem to believe me. I trailed my hand higher and higher and he bit his lip.
He shook his head and stood up, "I'm pouring my own cup."
I stoop up with him and gave him some crocodile tears, "Don't you trust me?"
He turned around and wiped my tears and kissed me, "Of course I trust you babygirl," he took a big and long sip and I smiled, "see, I totally trust you."
Obviously I had to try and earn his trust before I drugged him so he wouldn't think I would ever do it but he still didn't anyways.
After he finished the whole cup and rest it on the counter, he held his stomach.
He looked up at me, "You put something in my drink!"
"No I would never."
He unlocked the door and ran towards the washroom. He didn't even bother to close it. I ran upstairs and ran out the front door while Charles was stinking up a storm in the bathroom.
In the middle of my steps, I stopped and looked back. I felt kind of bad...maybe I should call the police for him and they can take him to a mental institution where he can get help.
I did exactly that and luckily the station was right there so they made it in time. I didn't have to talk to them or make a statement or anything which was weird. They said just because I was an agent meant I didn't have to.
