CAGED

Chapter 31: Contemplation's

Marissa's P.O.V.:

It has been four days since I splinted my leg, and I have only seen one person. The driver, who's name I do not even know, brought me water two days ago and again today. It seems, however, that another part of my punishment is starvation as he has only brought me water and has made no notion that food would be coming way anytime soon. I should be more bothered by this than I am, but maybe I have just decided that I am too tired, too hungry, and in far too much pain to actually care at the moment.

I have examined my surroundings as carefully and fully as I possibly can and the only thing that I have found that may be even remotely helpful is a very old box of equally old Christmas ornaments. I may be able to break one of the bigger ones so that I can have a weapon of some sort, but the glass seems too flimsy to be useful as more than a simple distraction. If there was any tape around here I could attempt to get the drivers finger print, but there is little guarantee that  his prints can even access the bio-metric system. Every time he has brought me water it has been passed through the bars to me, and the bottle was immediately passed back once it was empty. He never leaves me alone with the bottle which is confusing because what in the world can I possibly do with an empty plastic bottle?

I miss Rachel a lot, her annoying little ramblings about nothing consequential. She has this innocent way of looking at life as though she does not even notice the world she lives in. She has a way of distracting me from the tortures and the confinement that Ryan has me living on a daily basis. She is so young and innocent and I wish she had more waiting for her in life than what Ryan is teaching her. As much as I hate to admit it though, if she spends much more time with Ryan then she may end up doing well following in his steps of this particular profession.

Ryan confuses me too much to really attempt to comprehend no matter how much I try. He plays around too much with everyone's emotions and physiological prowess. The way he has managed to break my mind in the past, make me his mindless little puppet who bent at his very will. He made me believe that I needed him, and only him, to survive here. That I had no future outside of him and his control. I broke and I believed him hook, line, and sinker. He knew exactly what he was doing when he selectively chose his every word and action so carefully. He must have studied it heavily, either in college or out, in order to know exactly how to damage someone so extensively.

I groan loudly and throw my head back onto the cot, boredom overtaking my mind. I have nothing to do right now since I have already searched my surrounds and analyzed the last nearly two years of my life. Oh goodness, two years of my life gone! I can never get that lost time back, and I probably will never return to school when I do get back home. Things will be complicated for sure and it will take a lot of time to adjust to a normal life again, but it will be well worth it when the time does finally come. 

Ryan's P.O.V.:

Rachel has found a park near by to play at, a church playground more honestly. Though I will never tell her that she can not play outside, sunshine providing essential vitamins and dopamine necessary. Having her out of the house has been helpful as well, allowing Marissa to get the water required to keep her annoying self alive. I have no intentions of feeding the girl until James agrees to take her back, and I know full well he will never allow her to die of starvation when could have easily prevented it. All he needs to do for me to feed the pest is agree to take her back, and he will.

James is a pest himself, and it was him who neglected to properly break the girl. Selling her to me before she was ready because he couldn't handle her. When she is once again in his incapable hands I am going to deliver them directly to the police before I take Rachel out of the country. Nobody will believe Marissa because she will be a broken mess who they will deem insane from James' captivity. James will unreliable since he is a useless little puppet with strings strong as rope that only I control.

Right now he is testing his ropes, pulling at them as though he has any real power. He will realize soon enough, though, that I am the puppet master and I alone control his actions. It is, however, true that I idiotically put him in charge of collecting the girl. I do not know how he messed up so badly, not at this time anyways, but I will find out what the imbecile did wrong. He will go down willingly for this because he messed up so entirely.

As if on cue my cell phone rings. I answer it immediately without looking at the caller ID since only two people have the number, and one is sitting at the playground with Rachel.

"James," I say into the phone, "how wonderful of you to call. I was just thinking about you after all."

"Y-you were?" James asks uncertainly. I inwardly laugh at his hesitance.

"Of course," I answer confidently. "I was just wondering when you were going to call to accept my proposal."

"I-I'm not!" James stutters out quickly, his voice shaking probably as much as he is. "I-I called to see if you made here okay?"

"Of course," I let out a chuckle at his false concern. He was no doubt hoping that we had not gotten away so easily without any trouble from the police. "I'm at the safe house, you should know that. I was actually a bit disappointed that you were not here to greet us!"

"I would have!" James quickly defends himself. "I was laying low, staying out of sight of the police with everything going on, and I didn't know if you were going to be here yet or when."

"James," my voice has a warning undertone to it. "You should have known better than to assume that we wouldn't be here. In fact, I want you to be here in the next fifteen minutes or else I will make sure you don't live to see next week." I hear James gulp in terror as he knows I will fulfill that promise. "When you leave here you will take the girl with you. And I never want to see either of you again."

"I don't want her!" James shrieks into the phone, his voice high pitched and completely frightened. I laugh dangerously at his outburst.

"I don't believe I asked you what you wanted, did I?" I laugh and hang up on James. I know he will be here because he is too afraid to actually refuse. If nothing else then he will be here to try and convince me otherwise. I know he will be here, and when he does walk through that door, then I will end this tiring period of life. I will bring these last two years to an end, and finally be finished with all of this.

A/N: I told you I would update! Yay! I found my laptop cord, and have typed this up with my computer plugged in but on permanent 0% until I hit publish haha

I wasn't going to publish until tomorrow evening but it's been storming here, like with loud ass thunder and lightning, which I'm actually not okay with. So this was a welcomed distraction, and now you get an update! Woo!

So, what are you plans for this upcoming weekend?

I'm going to the super baby sale at Walmart Saturday, so hopefully gonna find some stuff for the little peanut!