Psychotic

Chapter 22

||Katrina Moors||

My nose detected a nice smell.

I opened my eyes and i found myself inside that room which didn't belong to me. His room.

I stretched my arms sitting on the bed.

A light pain threatened me as I sat. I pushed the sheets off me revealing my sprained ankle. The harmed area was inflamed and a purple bruise was noticeable in the interior side.

I sighed tucking a strand of my bangs behind my ear.

The silent and loneliness of the room started to give me thoughts, thoughts about my family, my friends and even about my job.

Will I ever be able to see them again?

What is the point of keeping me locked down?

Maybe I should be more persistent to Justin. I want to leave this place, I have to leave this place.

There must be a way to escape, he cannot be aware of me all the time, there must be a time when he isn't concentrating...

The door opened bringing me back to reality.

His tall figure came slowly to my position, he was carrying a bar with something that smelled really nice on it.

There was something unusual in him; He was just in boxers.

"Good morning beautiful!" He flashed me a smile leaving the bar on the bed.

I turned my head instantly.

"Is there something wrong?" He asked curiously.

I took my time to answer. "You are not wearing clothes..."

He chuckled. "You have never been so close to a semi-nude man before, right?

I didn't answer, that was none of his business and I didn't know how to answer that question.

Suddenly I felt two arms wrapping around my stomach.

"Has any man done this to you before?" He exhaled huskily.

My breath got heavier. I was kind of shocked for the fact that my kidnapper did such an act but also by the way he was taking the situating.

"J-justin..." I stammered trying to get his hands off my body.

"You can touch me if you want" He whispered in my ear before placing a sloppy kiss on it. My skin softened in pleasure.

But although the feeling he was giving me felt exotic I knew it was wrong.

I finally managed to push him away.

"What are you doing?" I asked turning around to face him.

"Don't play hard, I don't like that" He groaned stepping closer again.

I pushed him back once again. "Im not playing hard! Don't touch me!" I screamed.

"Fuck! stop being a narrow bitch!" His tone raised shading mine.

I didn't say anything due to my fear. He took this opportunity to place his hands on my hips. I started to get nervous.

Not only because I have never being touched like that, but also because I knew where he wanted to go.

I wasn't willing to let him do what he wanted with me so I raised my hand in the air. Moving it rapidly, it collided with Justin's face as a strong whip sound broke through the room.

My eyes got nailed on him.

He brought one hand to his face where a red mark was showing up. His eyes were looking down as he touched his marked area.

His eyes travelled up to meet mines. The anger I saw in his orbs made my knees to shake in fear.

He then grabbed me by my hair and pushed me towards the wall behind me.

"Listen to me little bitch, if you hit me one more time I will cut your hand and make you eat it, understood" He spoke locking his teeth tight together.

Tears formed on my eyes.

"Did you fucking hear me?!" He raised his tone even more making sobs to roll out of my mouth.

I nodded slowly as some tears already made their way down to my jaw.

"Now clean this mess" He demanded.

I opened my eyes slightly to search for that mess he was referring to but everything seemed clean and tidy.

"Which mess?" I questioned knowing that i was going to regret asking that.

Then he walked towards the bed and grabbed the bar which he previously placed when he entered the room.

In matters of seconds he smashed the bar with the wall strongly.

A strong loud bang made me scream a little. The bar was broken and food rested on the floor. Some liquid was spread over a circular shape on the wall due to the collison.

"Your breakfast, hope you enjoy it" He mocked flashing an evil smile before slamming the door close leaving me alone again.

I let the tears run down my face as I kneeled next to the broken wooden bar picking up the small pieces left of it.

Then I grabbed one of the tissues which survived to the mess and started to clean the wall and the broken pieces of toast.

Justin is a monster and I hate him.