Collection of Short Scary Stories

Captured

A/N Is this too much...?

It had been five years, five ugly years, since my captor had taken me. Taken me streight out of my mother's arms, smiled at me. I thought he would have set me back down. No. Set me in the back seat of his big van and drove to his house. Thought he would just play with me and drive me back. No. He locked me up in a room. Only some food and water. Only a slim spark of sunlight that poured in through a crevice of a window. Few times would he come in and interact with me, be it feeding or watching or beating. He did the last one the most. He usually just smacked me and pounded his fists into my head. I eventually gave up crying out. It always did nothing. He just closed the window and carried on. Once I bit him. It drew a little bit of blood but not a lot he just scowled and smacked me harder. I've grown used to that pain. I've had to... 

A door opening snapped me out of my thoughts. Looking up I saw him, standing there staring at me and smiling. Hopefully that's all he would do this visit. 

"Hey, little girl," he said, approaching me and shattering the sweet thought of keeping from being beaten today. 

He began by gently stroking my head. After a bit I felt his hand stop near my ear. 

"I know you snuck out last night." 

My eyes widened in fear. It was true. The night before I had crept to the door which he had left slightly ajar by accident. I stepped through and was greeted with a staircase heading upwards. I quietly slinked up them and wandered the house and trying not to make too much noise. It was just a regular house with nothing that would point out how abusive he was, how malicious and evil he truly was. 

His hand began tugging on my ear and I winced. 

"You need punishment!" he yelled between clenched teeth. With one hand still gripping my ear tightly he swatted his hand across my face. 

"You think you can just get out of here?! No, I tell you when you can and can't leave!" Another smack. 

"And with that stunt you pulled last night, that will be NEVER!" he screamed, pound his fist right in front of my face. 

Now's my chance, I thought. With all my force I pulled forward despite the horrible ripping sound I heard (or didn't hear) and clamped down on his hand summoning blood from the puncture. He screamed and let go of what was left of my ear. I dashed for the window which was covered only by a screen. With all my energy I smashed through it , ripping a hole in it which scraped my skin. By now I was bleeding profusely but I carried on knowing that if I didn't I would be recaptured. Darting out onto the road I ran with all my might, with all the agility I had, but it was not enough. To my left a car was hurdling my way. They couldn't spot the little malnourished cat in its way. They just kept driving and left my little furry body in the middle of the road. 

I cried out for the last time.