How to take a hostage (Johnny Depp fanfiction)

Chapter 13

Please do not read this if you are very sensitive! 

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Oh no. He didn't leave me alone here. "John?", I screamed, but my voice sounded sparsely. I was sure, he could hear me and I wanted him to come back. "No, no, no, please don't leave me here like this, please don't do this", I whined. The only answer I got was the wind rushing through my hair. It was cold. A shiver went down my back. What if no one would find me?

My arms were wrapped around the tree behind my back, so there was no way to get rid of the handcuffs. I knew that I would have to wait a long time, although he meant in two or three hours I'd be found and save on my way home. Why did he leave? Can't he come back, pick me up and drive back to his goddamn house? I wanted to sit down, but it wasn't possible, because the handcuffs were stuck over a branch. It wasn't too uncomfortable, but my feet would start to hurt. Maybe I should scream, so people could hear me.

He probably was back in the car, driving back to the house. It was idyllic and warm, I wish I'd be there. My screams started very loud and clear, but after a certain time I kind of felt in trance, more mumbling than screaming. I didn't feel my feet anymore, but the wind on my face I could feel. It hurt and tears were running out of my eyes, dropping down. It hadn't just become cold, it also became darker and darker.

I was frightened. Who knows what might live here? The one time before, I was fettered with handcuffs was a dream now. I'd enjoy it and be thankful for it now. I decided to start screaming again, so people would have the chance to find me. Which man would do that? Fettering his hostage on a tree when it's cold and stormy outside? He has never taken a hostage before, he told you, the annoying voice in my head had to interfere again, of course.

Suddenly I heard someone breaking through bushes. Excited I started to scream again. The person was coming closer. It must be a clumsy person, because he needed a while. And then he broke through the bushes and I could see him.

It was an elderly man, maybe 55 years old. His hair was greasy and he didn't look as if he had seen a shower for the last month. The clothes, he was wearing were old and full of holes. He was a few steps away, but I could smell the sweat and alcohol. So he wasn't clumsy, he was drunk. When he realized me, he started to grin very mean, looking along my body. "So what do we have here?", he grinned and walked towards me. Shocked I looked at him. Okay, keep calm Mary, ask him politely if he can call the police for you. Stuttering I wanted to ask, when he reached me and just pressed himself against me. His tongue drilled into my mouth and I could taste the alcohol. I tried to turn my head away from him but his huge hands just hold my head, so I couldn't move it.

He not just pressed himself against me, I also could feel a boner in his pants. I wasn't able to  breathe, because his whole weight was pushed against me, so I was clamped between the tree and him. His greedy fingers wandered over my body and I couldn't stop him. His tongue made a small break and he breathed the alcohol smell into my face. It was disgusting. I started to promise him everything, only if he would stop. Grunting he licked my cheek and told me to stop talking. I started to cry. He didn't like me crying and screaming, that's why he hit me with his fist.

Everything became blurred and my legs gave way. All that let me stand was the pressure of his weight. Fast he opened his pants and went with his fingers over my breast. He squeezed my boobs with those huge hands. They were not soft at all. I wanted to scream, but all that came out of my mouth was a croak. Undoing my pants he licked my breast, I could feel the saliva. The wind was cold and he was disgusting, but I didn't cry anymore. Everything was blurred, I was almost fainting.

Suddenly the pressure of his body was gone, so my legs gave way completely. I could see someone has pulled him away from me and was beating the hell out of him. When the pervert sank down the person immediately turned to me, removing the cuffs and carrying me up. I didn't feel anything, all I realized was a smell of cinnamon. As soft as possible he carried me a long way. The pain wasn't there and I felt so blunt. The black was hunting me and so I closed my eyes and let it take me.