run away / Ashton Irwin ( English )

6.

7 july, monday. morning, 08:00

My eyes open quickly because of a pain I feel on my wrists and sit up straight. I look at my hands and see they are stuck against the bed with a rope. I move my arms and hands to try to get out of the rope. It won't work, but I can try and it didn'y work, not at all. The rope made wounds around my wrists and everytime the rope touches the open wounds, I whine from the pain.

I relax, giving up and look away from my hands to the room. The walls or a dark green shade. There is a door in front of the bed I'm in. There is also a chair on the left side of the bed, that's the only thing that is in this room.

A cracking sound brings my attention to the door, who is slowly opening. I emmediatly lay back down and close my eyes.

Pretending that you're sleeping wroks always, in movies it works.

I hear heavy footsteps coming closer, the sound stops for a moment and then I hear the person move again.

'I know you're not really sleeping.' I hear a man's voice saying. I've heard the voice once, but I can't remember from where. I open my eyes slowly and look at where the voice came from.

He sits slumped on the chair. He rubs his face with both hands. He let's them fall and immedialty makes eyecontact. He has light brown eyes and dark blond curls. He is pretty handsome, if he wouldn't be my kidnapper.

'Take a picture, it lasts longer.' He says with a wink.

'I would like to, but my hands are stuck on the bed.' I say and move my arms and I give him my best glare, the result is my kidnapper laughing at me. And because of that, I notice that he has dimples.

He stands up and walks to the door. He takes his keys out of the pocket of his black jeans while he closes the door and then locks it. He walks back towards me, standing on the right side of the bed and puts the key back in his pocket. He takes something out of his other pocket, a cookie.

'Your breakfast.' He says and throws the cookie on the bed. He stretches out to my hand and pulls the rope of my hand. He does the same with the other hand, but he puts his knees next to me on bed, to reach it.

I rub my red wrists, in hope that the marks of the rope will disappear soon. The man slides the cookie closer to me.

Would it be poisoned?

It could be that a kidnapper would give food, they don't want a dead one in their house.

What is the logic of a kidnapper anyways?

I shrug and eat the cookie, it can be that he won't give me food anymore. I take one bite and look at the man, who is staring at me.

The cookie tastes normal, I don't think it would be poisoned. Well, let's hope it isn't.

'The rules.' He says when I finished the cookie.

Rules?

'1. You listen always to me and obey me. If you don't do that, you have to stay 5 hours here, in this room, stuck on the bed with rope around your feet and wrists and it would be very tight. So thight that it could cut in your skin.' I look at him with wide eyes and I feel myself rilling. Is he serious!?

'2. You don't run away from me. If you do, you'll stay in the basement for a day, without food and without any light.' That is a bit worse... 'But there is a special friend in there, who's waiting for you.' Wait, what? What does he means with "there is a special frien, who's waiting for you." No food, no light, but a "friend", I don't wnt to think about it. All the bad images of me being in that basement floods in my head.

'3. You don't threaten me with a knife or another weapon.' Yeah, because I always have a knife with me. *if you didn't see the sarcasm here* 'If you do that, well, that is a surprise.' He says with a smirk. 'And babe, it's no fun. For you then.' He laughs. My head drops and I look at my hands, who nervously rub against each other and bite my lip. I have no idea what to think about this.

'Remember this, because I will not say for a second time.' I look back up and he watches me with raised eyebrows. I think he's waiting for an answer, so I nod quickly.

'Don't you have a tongue or something?' He spats.

'Yes, I do have a tongue.' I whisper shyly. His rules and strong, low voice made me afraid. Normally no one can make me afraid, but he succeeded it.

'Answer properly, then.' He says frustrated.

'Yes, I will remember the rules.' I say with a louder voice, but I looked at my hands while I said it. It gives me more courage to not look in his eyes.

'Good.' He says and sits next to me on the bed. I slide further away from him, to have as many space between us as I can.

'Now we're going to do something.' He says and puts his hand on my upper leg, wich soon is away, because I slap his hand. Even when there is a blanket between the touch, I don't like when strangers touch me, especially when a kidnapper touches me.

I look up, as sign to keep talking, hoping he doesn't stop here, after that sentence. But on the other side, I don't want him to keep talking, but my curiosity was first.

'We are going to shop.' He says and I can breath again.

'We'll leave in 30 minutes.' He says and stands up.

'Make yourself look more presentable, do you don't look like, uh.' He searches the right words to not shock me, even though I know what is coming after "like".

'So it doesn't look like I've just been kidnapped?' I finished the sentence myself. He nods slowly and I nod too. I still can't believe this, I've got to do something.

He searches the keys in his pockets and opens the door. I slowly stand up and if I stand on my legs, I almost fall trough my knees. But I catched myself soon.

'A comb.' The man says and throws it on the bed. I look at the comb and pick it up. The comb goes trough my hair and a tear escapes my eyes.

How did I get in this situation?