Abduction [EDITING]

Chapter 4 Part~2

Part Two: Contradiction

I was falling. But there was no resistance and I felt myself passing through the ground without knowing, without feeling, without emotion.

For how long I'd been sitting there, without humane treatment, without any contact with the physical world, without senses, I did not know. All of this was an abyss. I felt my past slipping away, giving way to reality, giving way to my death.

How had I helped him achieve his goal? Who was this psychotic mother of his? Was she still alive? Was Emma the cause of all this? My head hurt, I needed answers, I needed to regain conscious, regain my humanity. Why didn't I feel hunger yet? I should be hungry. It'd been..how many days? I needed time. Why couldn't I see anything? What's that awful pain? Throbbing head?

Where the hell was I?

I screamed. Nothing. I needed air, why were my lips swollen? I tasted blood. What if he's behind me? What if that pressure on the right side of my head was a gun barrel? What if this soft hum I was hearing was him?

What if I was already dead?

A whimper escaped my lips as my body shook vigorously. I needed to move. Needed contact. Anything. Food. Darick? Water. No, Oh God, where were my hands? Another scream escaped my throat without registering. I had no idea what I needed but I was itching for this numbness to fade. I needed to feel.

'He-hp' I couldn't speak. My throat. It was so dry. I started crying desparately, where was jason?

And than the door opened.

The footsteps approached slowly, the click of his heels bouncing off the walls. He could hear my whimpers of plea. The light turned on and then I noticed it. The blood. The blood that occupied the room, as if the room was painted in it.

'Get the fuck up,' I tried to move my legs but failed. Why couldn't I move?

He started to come closer. I needed to move before he hit me. I wiggled but fell on my face. More approaching steps. He was gonna beat me if I didn't get up. I started to crawl using my face and some of my toenails. It hurt. I failed to move more than an inch. He was a centimetre away. MOVE! He moved right infront my face. A tear escaped my eyes, he was gonna beat me again.

He chuckled.

'What a pitiful sight.'

But then, he stopped and there was silence. My heart kept pacing as it prolonged.

'Are you okay, jenna?' He sounded concerned now...he was a psycho. My eyes widened as I contemplated his change of tone.

'Oh my gosh jenna,'

'How did you get hurt?'

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