Mine (Jenlisa)

nine.

Jennie's POV~

The hours blended into each other. It had been two days since I had gotten kidnapped. Two? Three? I could feel the effects on my meds beginning to ebb. Anxiety was creeping back into my body.

In the darkness of the basement, my fingers twitched as I huddled against the wall. Blind I was, I could almost conjure up the vision of the pill bottle in my mind. The feeling of twisting the hard plastic lid off, digging though the cotton balls for the tiny small pills that would calm me down. There was no calm here and I breathed slowly, trying to keep myself from having panic attack. As much as most people mind the dark, I didn't particularly care whether or not I had a light on in the basement. When I was a kid, I never had to have a nightlight. I loved building fortresses under my bed and hiding there.

Jennie, you can keep calm. Breathe in. Breathe out. The darkness was actually quite soothing. The door opened with a sharp crack, light pouring in. I leaned back, my breaths catching in my throat. The anxiety I had been trying so hard to suppress flooded my system and my heart pumped harder. My limbs wanted to run, but there was nowhere to go.

Her silhouette filled the doorway and when she stepped forward, I saw that she had brought food- bread, cheese, and a package of dry salami.

"Good afternoon Jennie," she greeted.

"Is it afternoon?" I could not tell the difference between dawn and dusk, trapped as I was below the house with not even a single window to look out of. Why had I tried to escape? I could have had a window at least down here. Now I have nothing.

"It's getting late," she said, "Getting closer to your birthday actually. I thought we might have a trade."

"I don't have anything to trade," I said mechanically.

"You have a lot to trade," she pointed out, "Your obedience for one. Do what I want you to do."

"Why?"

"It will make me happy," she answered.

A glared daggers at her, if she wasn't even joking, then she is an idiot. "Do you really think I care all about making you happy?" I asked bitterly.

She tilted her head.

"You are a strange creature kitten," she said, "Lets try this again."

She strode forward and dropped the food on the blanket in front of me. The smell of the salami wafted through the dim room. It made my mouth water. I reached out for it and she slapped my hand away.

"Not yet kitten," she said, "Not until I say you can eat. You must be obedient, remember?"

I trembled, my nerves shot through from not being able to take my medication. Another game, that's all this was for her.

Well, I wasn't going to play her game. Not anymore.

"Can I eat?" I asked flatly. She wasn't going to hurt me without some trouble.

"No," she said firmly.

I leaned back against the wall, crossing my arms. Breathe in, breathe out. You can stand up to her Jennie.

"Awful waste of steps to come all the way down here with food to not feed me. Were you just getting your exercise for the day?"

"Saucy girl."

"How about you go back up to the kitchen and bring down some chocolate cake so I can not eat that too? Your quads will thank you."

She frowned and began to gather the food back up in her arms. My stomach growled, the ache shooting up through my body. I reached out and touched her arm, and she froze.