Little White Lies || Cricky [C]

35 | Glass

Chris's POV

Everything in me tells me I'm not making it out of here alive. I need to get word to the others. But I have no way of contacting them. I need a phone. I need something.

I could probably grab his phone when he comes near me. He probably wouldn't notice for a little while at least. It would give me enough time to make a phone call.

He should be down soon. He usually come down here at the same time everyday. I have no idea what time it is but I can tell that there's a schedule to his actions.

I had managed to get my hands free a little earlier. I ended up cutting myself on the fucking zip ties but it's whatever.

I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. I was so fucking stupid. This is all my fault. None of this would be happening if I could just learn how to control my fucking anger. I fucked up bad. And now lives are at stake. Not just mine, but Ricky's, and everyone close to me as well. They all have a good chance of dying because of what I did.

I threw my head back against the wall behind me. Fuck. I'm so fucking stupid. I'm a fucking asshole. Why am I like this?

I heard footsteps approach the door. I watched as it swung open. I was temporarily blinded when the light flooded the room.

"Good morning, Christopher." He spoke. He was holding something. I couldn't make out what it was though. "I brought you something."

He dropped it down in front of me. It was bowl of what looked like pasta maybe? My eyes were still trying to adjust to the sudden light in the room.

"Fuck off."

"I'm trying to be considerate. I need you alive so that I can kill you." He spoke. "I figured you were hungry."

"You probably drugged it." I mumbled.

"Not at all. I may want to make you submit but I'll do that myself. I don't need to drug you." He told me, grasping my jaw. "I suggest you eat, love. There's a whole world of hurt in your near future and I can't have you giving out on me."

"Fuck you." I growled, looking away from him.

"Either you eat or I force you to eat. Your choice."

"So force me. There's not fucking way in hell I'm doing anything you want." I need him to get closer. I just need to reach his back pocket.

"Fine. You want it that way, then you can have it."

He whistled and 3 men entered the room. That's gonna make this a lot harder.

"I'll eat, okay? You don't need them."

"Too late. You already made your decision."

The men grabbed ahold of me. One pinned my arms, the other pinned my legs, and the last one grabbed my jaw and forced my mouth open.

He sat on my stomach and unbuttoned his pants. Fuck. I should've known he had this planned. Even if I did opt to eat on my own, he still would've done this. He knew I'd refuse.

I tried to fight against the men holding me down. He grabbed my throat and leaned down by my ear.

"I missed this. Didn't you?"

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I'm scared that he's gonna win. I don't want him to win. I can't let him. He's cruel and sick and absolutely fucked in the head, but I can't let him win.

I sat on the floor, hugging my knees to my chest. My wrists and jaw were bruised. My throat ached. He'd stripped me of all of my clothes and left me down here again. I was alone and in the dark. It's cold.