Kidnapped

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Tommie's pov

I woke up with a piercing headache. I groaned as I sat up, covering my body with the thick sheets. I squinted and looked around the room. It was glorious, large ivory walls, black and white paintings on the wall with a beautiful crystal chandelier hanging from the celling. There was a beautiful black rug on the ground as I stepped on to it, still covering myself with the sheet. My head was pounding. "God damn it"I said stumbling into a large chair. The light was blinding, but I heard the door open. "BARBIIEE!"Nash yelled. I flinched in pain, my head. "D-don't yell"I begged. "Awe what's wrong, gotta headache?"he asked. The lights began to dim. My eyes could adjust to the light finally. I put my knees to my chest in the chair, my mind still in a daze. "Cameron"I said quietly. "Its fine Barbie, you should stop thinking about him now"he said tossing me a bag. I looked at him before opening it. "Clothes"I whispered. "None of yours survived last night"he said before walking out of the room. "Survived.....survived"I said quietly covering my eyes. My vision began to fall in and out of focus. But I noticed the finger shaped bruises on my arms and shoulders. Then began to cry as I placed my hand on my throat, feeling the sore skin. I put my hands on my shoulders, still feeling his hands on me from behind. I cried harder....

I walked out of the room, fully clothed. I walked downstairs, following the piano music I heard. I walked into the living room to see Nash playing the piano. "Hello Barbie"he smiled. "W-what did you do to me"I asked, stumbling over to him. "Relax, I injected you with a sufficient amount of THC, it'll were off in a bit"he said. "Not that"I cried, signaling to my bruised arms. "Its alright, I used a condom"he smiled. "No"I cried, falling down. "Hey hey hey"he chuckled, quickly catching me. I huffed, whimpering as he carried me over to a large black table, with a crystal bowl containing fruit in the middle. He chuckled, sitting on the opposite side of the table. "Ya hungry, Barbie?"he asked smiling. I didn't respond. The bowl of fruit slid across the table towards me. I jumped and scooted away. I looked over at him, his nose was bleeding. "No not fruit, you were living with Cameron, he served you his amazing cooking, fine cuisine every morning and every night huh?"he asked, wiping his nose. I crossed my arms and looked away from him. "I have a maid that can do that"he chuckled. "You killed him"I cried. "Sweetheart, he's not dead"Nash chuckled as he stood up. "AVA! Make breakfast!"he shouted. He looked at me. "The house is yours, try to leave it your dead, disobey me you'll get hurt, badly"he said. He walked over to me, and got face to face with me. "If you even think about it........I will know"he whispered, with a smirk. "You, don't scare me anymore Nash, I know what you want"I slurred, chuckling. "Is that so barbie"he chuckled. "You want...a Taylor, a Barbie"I laughed as his face went straight. But then a smile broke his serious look. "You think your good at playing with peoples heads?"he smiled before grabbing my head. "I can burn a memory so vile, and so horrible into your skull, that you'll want me to blow your head off"he chuckled. He pressed his thumbs on my forehead and I heard this piercing high pitched tone in my head. "AAAHHH!"I screamed in pain. "You have NO idea what I can do Barbie. And you don't want to find out"he chuckled as blood ran from his nose and down his lip. Then he let go. He looked at his watch. "Huh, would you look at that, bath time"he said looking at me.

Narrator pov

Cameron lugged himself down the final step to the bathroom. Grunting with each step. He grabbed the scissors off the counter and braced himself before stabbing them into his bullet wound. He screamed out in pain, holding the wound open with one hand and digging around in it with the other. He screamed, finally being able to pull the bullet out. His hands shaking, he dropped it in the sink. Then he looked in the mirror, biting his lip in pain as he watched the wound heal. Then he became angry. He began to kick at the sink, and scream, punching holes in the walls before finally punching the mirror. He looked at the broken mirror, huffing. "Don't worry Tommi"he whispered faintly, before punching a hole through the mirror.