Mine (Jenlisa)

five.

Jennie's POV~

After she left, I scoured the basement for anything I could possibly use to escape. A few empty paint cans were all that lay on the ground near the door, I pissed in one. No way I was asking her if I could use her bathroom. She would probably want to watch me. That creep.

There was nothing in the corners, nothing behind the racks of wine but a stack of cardboard boxes so heavy I can not pull them out. I could probably break one of the wine bottles and use it as a weapon. But I believed her when she said she has a gun.

No, fighting her would not work. There weren't any other doors in the basement. I do not know how to escape. I was beginning to hyperventilate. I sat down in the middle of the basement and hugged my knees to my chest.

Well, Jennie, I told myself. There is nothing you can do right now. But it does not seem like she is going to kill you, not yet anyway.

How can I get her to let me go? It is impossible. I thought of Jisoo working in the library. What would happen tomorrow morning? She would get to work and I would not be there. I was never late. She will realize something was wrong. But how would she know what had happened? She wouldn't

Terror took hold of me again and I let myself sob.

Let it all out, Jennie. Let it all out. Cry and be done crying. Then I could figure something out. It is better than letting myself go into a full-fledged panic attack anyway.

I must have sat here for an hour before she returned. Her long dark hair wet and dripping, but she was wearing clothes. She had brought a blanket then she put the blanket onto the floor.

"I took care of your car," she said.

I looked up to her, unsure what she meant. She raised her hand and mimed driving a car off of a cliff.

"Down in the canyon. Sorry about that, but you won't have no use for it here anyways."

I breathed in sharply. I saved for fucking two years to buy that stupid car, and despite the more pressing situation at hand it still hurt me to think about my car being destroyed by a maniac.

"My car..."

"I'm sorry, I truly am. Same with your cell phone. It would be stupid for me to keep it around though. And I am not a stupid person," she looked at me as though hoping for agreement, "Your wallet was in there too. Jennie, is it? I think I will keep calling you kitten. Curiosity killed a cat you know."

"Please," I mumbled. I could hear my voice trembling no matter how I tried to steady it. "Please I won't say anything if you let me go."

"See. Now that would be very stupid," she said matter of fact. She pulled up an extra chair and sat on it. Setting the blanket to the side. "And what did I just say about being stupid?"

"You are not a stupid person," I whispered.

"I am not stupid," she said, nodding.

"What are you going to do with me?"

"For now, I am going to keep you here."

I began to cry again. I didn't want to, I didn't want to make her mad; but I could not help me.

"No," I whimpered, "Please don't. I don't want to stay here."

She spread her hands out in front of her.

"There is nothing I can do kitten."