When Alessandra Harris is abducted by a crazed man that sees her as his doll, her group of friends set out to find out what happened to her.
Warning: Small amounts of stockholm syndrome will be included in this story! If that is not your cup of tea...
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Beep beep beep.
My eyes flew open as I attempted to sit up, my heart beating out of my chest.
Oh right, I'm chained down.
The beeping from the alarm clock continued and I got frustrated, looking to the left of me. There he slept peacefully despite the constant blaring of his annoying alarm clock.
I don't know how long I've been here. A day? Two? A week? I don't remember. I've just tried to sleep through it all. After I initially woke up and tried to escape, I've tried my hardest to obey him.
He clearly had issues and if me being a perfect "doll", as he calls me every two sentences, helps me have a bit of freedom around the house then I have a chance of escaping this hell hole. I glared at the wall as I remembered what happened the night I was brought here.
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
I trembled in fear as he got closer to me, his minty breath fanning over my face. "Why can't you let me go?" I cried out, flinching when he chuckled and gripped my hair a tad tighter.
"Because you're mine!" He smiled, teeth bared. They were so white they almost called the police on me. "You're so silly, doll."
The tears kept pouring out of my eyes, a headache starting to form. I couldn't find my voice anymore. I squeezed my eyes shut hoping this was just a very messed up nightmare.
"Let's go over the rules!" He chirped as he let my hair go, a creak indicating he sat back in his chair. My eyes flew open in anger and shock.
"Rules?" I choked out in between the silent sobs that racked my entire body.
He smiled and nodded whilst grabbing my hand. "You will do laundry twice a week," He started. I snorted and rose an eyebrow. Sexist, much? "I don't expect dinner on the table when I get back from work but it would be appreciated."
"You're insane."
"I want you to write me lists of stuff we need around the house including things you want. I'll try my hardest to get everything on said list if you behave," He ignored me. "Speaking of, you will not try to leave because I will punish you for that." He pointed at my cheek that was tinged red from when he struck me.
"And lastly you will love me the way I love you," His brown eyes stared intently into mine. "I will wait however long it takes for you to love me. And you will." He finished, dragging a thin digit across my lips. I looked away, nauseous.
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
He finally woke up, sitting up and yawning. He stretched and looked over at me with a lovestruck face. "Good morning, my sweet doll," He cooed while running his hand through my thick hair.
