Kidnapped By Chresanto August Father

Chapter 9

- Jasmine -

"Okay ... why were you in the basement ?"

Why does God hate me so much. He knew that this topic was insanely hard for me to talk about, but he brought it up anyway.

"Umm. You want to know why I was in the basement ?"

"Yes Jasmine"

"Why was I. Jasmine, in the basement in Chres's house ?"

I was going to try my hardest to avoid this conversation.

"Jasmine please answer the question." I stroked my imaginary beard.

"Chres, want me, Jasmine, to tell him, why I was in his basement ?" He stared at me like he was going to strangle me. Which made me laugh.

"DON'T LAUGH AT ME JASMINE. JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION !" He yelled at me for no apparent reason. I guess he really was his fathers' son. That scared me. I knew I couldn't trust anyone who socialize with my demon kidnapper.

I stared at him in disbelief I was scared to be near him. He favored so much of father. I could see the evil burning in his eyes. The sly smirk that was starting to form on his face. I got off the couch and ran. I ran until I reached the basement door. I went inside and tried my hardest to barricade the door. I didn't want to get hurt anymore. My body wasn't strong enough for it. If I was hit hard enough I could ... I didn't even want to think about what could happen. It would bring me to tears.

I was starting to hyperventilate I could breath. My throat started to close. My vision started to blur. My head was pounding, and I started to pound. Everything went black as my frail body laid on the cement floor.

- Chres -

She ran away. Why was she always running away from her problems. If she would just answer my questions I could possibly help her, but she didn't trust me. I didn't know why she didn't trust me. Maybe because you kept staring at her you idiot. Maybe it was because I was pressuring her to do something that she didn't was to do. She was fragile, and sensitive.

I was thinking to myself until I heard a thud below me. I didn't make anything of it until I realized what it was.

"jasmine !"

I ran all the way to the basement door, but something was blocking it. I stood back and kicked the door with all of the force in my body. It went crashing down. I searched the basement until I stumbled over something. It was jasmine, she was on the floor. She was paler than ever. I bent down next to her. Her chest was rising and falling like normal, but she was wet. ( PERVERT !) Had she been crying ? That couldn't be because her body was completely drenched. I picked her up bridal style, and carried her to my room. This time she didn't snuggle into my chest. She layed almost lifelessly.

As I reached my room I layed Jasmine in my bed. I tucked her under the covers. I walked over to the other side and got in next to her. I hesitated to put why arm around her waist but did it anyway. I pulled her close and was out like a light.