TWO CHAPTERS 🥰🥳
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Danielle drove for a good while, the location seemingly being really far away. She had gotten there in a hour and 35 minutes. The boys still wasn't home yet. She hoped they seen her message.
The location had seemed to be a alleyway. Classic move Jackson. Though a little nervous, Danielle could not show she was afraid. She got out the car and walked towards the alleyway.
She walked into the darkness of it and continued to walk until she was at the dead end of it.
Danielle heard a car's door slam shut from the entrance of the alleyway, and watched as a tall figure emerged from light of the entrance.
He had his hands in his pockets and slowly approached the darkness of the alleyway. The only thing that lit up the end of the alley was a small light post that hung from the wall.
"Ah, someone came early." Jackson chuckled, emerging from the shadows. Danielle glared at him.
"Where is Elijah?" She demanded, standing her ground. Jackson frowned. "Ah, the child is all you think about. I remember when you wanted nothing to do with him. Oh, how time went by..." Jackson grinned, though his eyes looked weird.
They were weird. He wasn't sane. Danielle gulped. "Just tell me where the fuck my son is." She demanded again, stepping closer.
Jackson inched closer, making Danielle step back. He ignored her and gripped her arm, pulling her in.
He breathed in her hair, and smirked. "One year..." He whispered. He then pulled Danielle's hair back. This made her yelp.
"One fuckin year. I've gone mad without you Danielle. But dont worry, as soon as we get home. I'll make sure we'll spend all that lost time, punishing you. I even got a room ready, just.. for.. you." He whispered, more like growled into her ear.
This made Danielle gulp. She shakily began to reach behind her, grabbing onto her pepper spray.
"Or!" Jackson suddenly exclaimed.
This made Danielle jump, and halt her actions.
"We can always trade you out, for the boy? Lets just hope his little body can take it." Jackson began to laugh wildly, his laughs echoing through the alley.
Danielle's eyes widened. "NO! Please! I'll do anything! Just dont hurt him!" She begged, tears clouding her vision.
"No? Well, do as I say... and the boy stays untouched." He grinned against her ear.
"Drop the knife and the bottle." He told her.
Dani went stiff. How did he know? Has she underestimated him? Oh god... she did the only thing she could do. And dropped both her weapons.
"Good girl." Jackson smirked. "Lets go. The sooner we start, the sooner it'll be over." He told her, dragging her out the alley by her arm.
Danielle didn't fight. She had to protect Elijah. He pushed her into the car and got in himself. Then he started to engine and drove away to what seemed to be a new location.
The house was small, but still fancy looking. He then parked the car and got out, walking around to yank her out the car.
"OUCH! Too fuckin rough!" Danielle screamed. Jackson turned around and backhanded her.
"Raise your fuckin voice again. See what the fuck is going to happen." He growled. Danielle gave a whimper, her lip now busted.
He continued to drag her into the house and dragged her into a hallway.
There was a door. A single door. Nothin else, but a door. Jackson opened it, and dragged Danielle inside. "Lights on." He demanded.
The lights turned on automatically. Once inside, Danielle couldn't believe her eyes. The room was a torture room. Only this time, there were way more torture devices. Some seemed extremely deadly. Her breathing labored.
"Sit down in that chair. Try to run and I swear to fuckin god I will kill Elijah." He glared, walking away to grab some supplies.
Danielle didnt move. "J-Jackson...please." She whispered. She was too scared.
"Sit in the fuckin chair Danielle. The more you accept it the less painful it'll be." He told her, turning around. The equipment he had in his hands made her want to cry.
"Sit. The. Fuck. Down." He said, slowly. Danielle shakily sat in the wooden seat. He then leant down to tie her legs together, and did the same thing to her hands. She was now tied to the seat.
"Before we start, Pastor. You can come in now." Jackson called. Soon enough, a pastor of some sort came in the room, a bible in his hand.
"Please help me!!!" Danielle begged. The pastor gave her a sympathetic look. "He's not here to save you Danielle. Do your thing." Jackson went silent, and smirked.
The pastor cleared his throat. "Do you, Jackson, promise to cherish and hold Danielle for the rest of your life?"
"I do." Jackson grinned evilly down at Danielle, and slid a ring onto her ring finger.
Danielle watched in horror. "And do you, Danielle, take Jackson to love and cherish for the rest of your life?"
Danielle began to break down, closing her eyes. "Please..." Jackson's grin widened. "Accept it, Danielle. Unless you want little ole Elijah to suf-" Danielle shook her head, her tears falling faster.
"FINE, FINE..." she hiccuped. "I-I... do..." she whispered, her voice cracking. Jackson smirked.
"By the power invested in me, I pronounce you two, husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride." Jackson bent down and stared Danielle in the eyes.
"Dont worry love, this is just the beginning of your road to breaking..." with that, he smashed his lips against Danielle's in a dominant kiss. Danielle wanted to scream. PLEASE HELP ME CHRIS! She thought.
