Possessive // h.s

Chapter five

I woke up from a deep slumber. It felt like days, maybe even weeks have passed since I was brought here. I occasionally get food and water, but that only happens when I'm a 'good girl' according to the man with curly hair. A wave of nausea washed over me causing my head to spin in circles. My head started pounding at the slightest noise of the stairs creaking as he came down.

"Good morning love" he greeted me with a small smile. I felt sick at the nickname he had given me.
"Why are you even keeping me here" I managed to choke out.
"Because I don't want any one else to have you", he had a devilish smile plastered onto his face and I trembled under it.
"Whats the point of that", I ask trying to hold the conversation.
"You don't get to ask me questions, now shut up and eat your breakfast". His eyes grew a dark, scary shade of green and I dared to not talk back.

He dropped a plate of burnt toast and crispy eggs in front of me. My stomach flipped at the un-appetizing food at my feet. I pushed it away and I heard a loud snarl escape his lips, he looked down at me with anger blazing his eyes. I shattered, terrified of what he could do to me.

"If you don't eat then you'll starve" he spoke with a low monotone voice.
"Good, then I wouldn't have to be here with you anymore". I crossed my arms and turned my head. He bent down to come to eye level with me. He used his finger to tilt my chin forward meeting his gaze.
"You better watch your mouth darling". Another awful pet name that made me want to gag. His eyes searched mine, as I stared at his eyes as the grew wider when we made eye contact. As soon as I glanced over at him I jolted my head out of his hand and looked to the floor.

"How about we play 20 questions?" He said in a chirpy tone.
"Whats your name". He asked the first question.
"Ella" I spoke trying to give him only half decent answers.
"My names Harry".

How could such a sweet name belong to a monster?

"How old are you", he continued on.
"Im 19" I snickered as I blankly stared at the chains my hands were currently latched to.
"Im 20", my stomach flipped as he mentioned his age, considering he was only a year older then me.

"Here's a question for you...Why am I hear, what could you possibly want from me?" I said through gritted teeth as my jaw clenched in pure annoyance.
"I already answered you that question before love, you're mine now and that's that". He stood up from his position and towered over me.
"Stop calling me love!" I was nearly screaming at that moment. I wanted to get out of this hell hole. My mind rushed to find the real reason why he would want me here, surely his reason was only a mere lie.

"Whatever you say love" his darting eyes glanced at me with a smirk tugging his lips. I examined how his dimples dipped into his checks when he smiled. I shook myself from my trance as I slumped my head to the wall. Sure enough he left the room, as I sat in silence once again. I looked to see the nails holding the chains were rusty, I thought hard and came up with an escape plan. I used the fork he had given me for my food to pry at the nails hopefully un screwing them from there stern position. Thankfully it worked they popped out of the wall with ease as I stood up and out stretched my legs.

I ran over to the tools hanging from the wall and I grabbed a screw as a defense mechanism. I padded up the broken stairs and tried to open the door.

It was locked, of course it was locked.

I sank down to the floor in defeat. I silently began to sob as my cry's filled the silent room. I felt hot, fresh tears stain my cheeks.

I was never getting out of here.

A/N: Idk what to type in the authors notes anymore.