Nameless

Chapter 11

I woke up with a splitting headache, but I was laying down with a blanket over the top of me. Jim must have moved me during my state of unconciousness. I don't even remember what happened before I blacked out. All I know is that Rob injected me with a needle and then I was out.
I know he drugged me, I'm not an idiot. But, with what?
Maybe it was some kind of new thing that he created. Like a form of meth or cocaine. Probably something I couldn't fathom.
I had assumed that it was sometime in the afternoon, so Jim and Robert would be back pretty soon. I haven't eaten since yesterday, not that I'm craving anything. This whole experience has left me so empty that I hadn't even thought of food.
Jim knocked on the cellar door. "You still in here, Ann?"
No, fucktard. I skipped out last night to grab a couple of cocktails with Laura and Anna, EVEN THOUGH MY HANDS AND FEET ARE TIED TOGETHER AND YOU HAD SEX WITH ME, YOU IDIOT.
"Yes, " I replied weakly. I was still dizzy and lightheaded from whatever drugs were injected into me.
"I have something for you."
Great, was it the morning after pill?
He came down the stairs and walked over to me slowly, almost as if he was scared of me. He put out both of his hands, which held a piece of crumpled, probably stale toast and a small glass half filled with orange juice. "Well, go on. Take it." He said it so casually, I wanted to punch him.
Obviously, he'd done this before, considering he's working with Robert, who I'm assuming did this to other girls since I'm "the last kill." I wonder if all of the other girls were raped and drugged. Probably.
"Is there drugs in any of it?"
"Oh, Annie. You know me too well," he paused for a little, "just fucking kidding. How the hell could I put drugs in toast when I'm not even in charge of the drugging portion of the kill?"
I ripped the toast out of his hands with my right hand and took the glass in the left. I swallowed the toast and took down the orange juice all in one gulp. Honestly, it made me feel better now that Jim was down here with me. Even though he did take my virginity without permission, he did keep me comfortable in uncomfortable situations. "Thanks." I guess I said it a little snappy.
"Someone's a little fiesty this morning."
"Well, considering I found out I'm not who I am, I was thrown down into a basement, had sex with someone I thought loved me, was drugged, and saw that my so-called father is actually a child abductor and abuser, I think I have the right to be 'fiesty.'"
Jim looked up and came to my side, "I do love you." He picked up my chin with his hand, looked into my eyes with his own sad and tired eyes, and planted a kiss on my lips. He moved his lips until I stopped rejecting him, because even I knew that I didn't want him to stop. I moved my lips along with his until he started untying my hands. He picked my body up and placed him and myself down on the chair that I was previously restrained in. I was now sitting on top of him in his lap. He pulled me closer as he finally loosened the knot that was keeping my hands from moving. I pulled them around him so we were closer to each other. He kissed my neck, down my chest, and made his way back up. I kissed his mouth and soon we heard a pounding at the cellar door.
Robert.
"What's going on down there, Jim?!" Jim pulled away from my mouth quickly and picked me back up and put me back into my chair. He grabbed the tie that had held my hands together and made a very large knot.
I wasn't getting out of here any time soon.
Robert stormed down the cellar steps, "You aren't fucking her, are you? That's awful, Jim. Why her? She's just another missing girl!" Jim looked at me with tired eyes, "I know, Rob. She's just a missing girl." I knew he was lying. He said he loved me.
But, if Rob thinks of me as, 'just another missing girl,' did Jim want to have sex with me? Is that why he did it? But, he couldn't have. He loves me...
Right?