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my plan starts to finally come together. i get in the delivery car and drive off to the hotel. i get out with the bag of food and go up the elevator to the sixth floor. i smirk as i reach the door. i knock twice. there she is.. she grabbed the bag from my hand and i grab her arm and cover her mouth with my hand.

"shhh darling.. you'll be okay.." i sooth her. i carry her down the stairs and exit the hotel. i put her in the back and buckle her up while shes unconscious. i drive off to my house, to where she belongs. home sweet home...

i carry her through my door and set her down on the couch and shut the door. she finally woke up.

"what? where am i??" she asks frantically trying to escape the rope.
then, she looks at me. dead in the eye.

"you bitch!" she yells and squirms more.

"you're home darling, home sweet home." i whisper. she scrunches her eyebrows and shakes her head.

"the fuck? my friends will find you! and kill you! you dirty bastard." she continues to squirm until she gives up. i bring her food and water to keep her alive. i set it down on the table and sit her upright.

"am i supposed to eat like a dog? face first?" she scoffs. i nod slowly. she kicks the table creating a mess everywhere. bastard..

"take the mask off, NOW!" she yells boiling with anger. i chuckle and shake my head.

"daniel.."
"jack...."
"jonah...."
"zach ... corbyn.."
"they'll all find you, and send you through the gates of hell..."

"where you came from!" she says struggling to breathe. i loosen the rope so she can relax. she takes a deep breath and sighs. "how long do you plan on keeping me, bitch?"

"forever."

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