The Chained "Wife"

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Feeling my body being picked up, I slowly come awake. Opening my eyes the best that i can I try to look around. It looks like his walking us through a corn field.

Great, am i in a scary movie are something, cornfields?

My kidnapper doesn't know Im wake yet so I take the opportunity to try to look where he is walking.

Suddenly we walk out of the cornfield and I see a big rusted red born. Are we at a farm? We are, great now i realize I'm definitely in a real life horror movie.

He walks passed the born up to a run down old farm house and opens the door and walks inside. First thing i smell when opening the door is dealth?

Am i just so scared that im dreaming of this smell or am i really smelling it? God help me if it's real.

Walking us to into what looks like a living room he lays me down gently on a old sofa before putting a chain around my leg's.

"Whatss gooing oonn?" i ask and I'm happy to actually be able to form some type of words. That's better than i could speak before.

"Nothing baby, I just want you to relax okay. I'm going to make you some soup for your upset stomach" he tells me before bending his body and kissing my head. I try to pull away from him but he grabs my hair not letting me.

"Baby please don't do that you hurt my feelings" he whispers softly.

Shaking my head I tell him, "i want to go home" i whisper broken.

"Baby you are home. You will start to feel better soon" kissing my head one more time before we talks out the room.

Slowly sitting up I bend down and reach for the chains. Tugging at them hard, they won't loosen. Pulling at them hard I start to scream as im pulling and nothing.

I'm not strong enough. Running my hands along the cuff around my feet I notice I'll need a key. I'm truly fucked.

Walking back into the living room a few minutes later my kidnapper brings me some soup. I'm a little hungry but I'm too scared to eat it.

His already drug me once, who's to say he won't do it again?

Sitting down on the couch next to me he tries to hand the bowl to me, I don't take it. I'm too scared too.

"Oh i see. My baby wants me to feed her. Okay okay sweetie i will. Your sick and i have no problem feeding my beautiful wife" his eyes light up with such happiness while looking at me.

That's not what I wanted to happen. I didn't want to make this bastard happy, and i don't want the damn soup! No telling what kind of drugs he put in it!

Watching him carefully, he scoops the spoon into the soup, gathering a little onto the spoon he brings it to my mouth. It looks like some kind of meat with pasta? It doesn't look too tasty to be honest. Feeling the spooon touch my lips, i tighen them up.

"My love you need to eat, I understand your stomachs hurting but I don't want you to get sicker" he whispers as he tries to push the spoon pasted my clothes lips. Shaking my head at him, i don't want your damn food i shout in my head.

Then what happens next makes my heart beat wild inside my chest. He throws the bowl against the wall, watching as the soup splatters everywhere he wants up and starts to pace. His anger very angry. His face looks furious.

"I fucking made you this. I made this for my wife for her to feel better! Do you understand we can't just waste food bitch! How ungrateful you are, after everything I have done to make you happy!" he yells at me before walking up fast on me and slapping my cheek.

My head flies to the side as I put my head over my now hurt cheek and tears start to fall down my face. Ah my cheek feels like it's broken, I'm sure i will have a nasty bruise tomorrow.