Kidnapped (☆Sequel Is Published☆)

Clean

He reaches down, zipping his pants back up before pulling his belt back through.

"Put your fucking clothes back on," he says, walking to grab a zip tie. I sniff and slowly reach down to pull my panties back up.

I felt so numb to this. Nothing could make me feel worse. This was so awfully embarrassing.

"Christ. Hurry your dumbass up," he growls. He bends down and pull my dirty pants on. I shake and instinctively cover myself until he reaches behind me. I was ready for the pain of my arms being pulled behind my back 24/7 again, but he pauses.

He faces me, his eyes examining my bruised body up and down. I avoid eye contact.

"Get up," he says lowly.

I slowly stand up. My legs felt wobbly. I was scared. He tightly holds onto my sore wrists, guiding me out of the door.

For the first time, I had left that room. That awful, traumatizing room. It was just a bit more calming to be out of that horrible place.

My eyes wander all around the empty hall. He guides me to the right. There was another door. A bathroom.

I shakily step onto the cold, tiled floor.

"What are you waiting for? Strip," he says, pushing me closer to the shower. I gulp, beginning to lift my shirt off my body. It hurt to raise my arms from the constant beatings he had given me the night before.

I was starting to feel very uncomfortable. This man could do anything he felt, and I was beginning to feel horribly vulnerable.

Just as soon as I strip naked, he walks to me from the doorway. I cover myself as best as I could as he pushes me out of his way.

I was shocked at the amount of bruises and small cuts that covered my legs, chest, arms. Everywhere, and each of them hurt so much.

I'm pulled out of my train of thought. "This is what you can use. That's it. Just this shampoo," he says, holding a small bottle that seemed to have been taken from a hotel.

I nod. I always felt like I had to say something, but I didn't have the stomach to.

I take the bottle from his hands carefully. I couldn't control the shakey breathe that's escaped my lips as I walked near him.

I stand in the shower, feeling completely vulnerable and embarrassed.

He turns on the water for me.

The flush of cold water shocks me. It was relieving to even feel the sensation of being able to get somewhat clean, or just water.

Eventually the water warms up, but not much. It was about room temperature.

He walks away, I'm assuming to the doorway.

I sigh and let out a small huff of air. The lump in my throat was growing.

I start to cry quietly. I couldn't control the tears. My hand lands on the slippery, cold wall of the shower as I bend down. I am so hopeless.

I open my eyes and shake my head.

I'm going to die here. I'm going to be raped and beat until he finally decides to kill me. I will never see anyone I love again. This is it. I'm going to be in so much pain for the rest of my pathetic life.

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"What the hell do you mean?"

I was back in the horrible room, tied up and thrown in the corner once again.

I could hear him in the hall. He was on the phone with someone.

"You can't. She all yours until Tuesday," he says. I could hear the anger in his voice.

"No! I'm not giving you your fucking money back!" He screams. I stay quiet, just listening in on what he was saying. I try picking up on everything he says through the muffled sound of his voice.

I knew he had taken Jacey somewhere. She woke up, and she was panicking like I have never seen before. She was yelling and screaming for help. My mouth was taped, and I couldn't warn her to stay quiet. My heart dropped once I saw him beat her and pull her out of the room after very loud interrogation. It was horrifying.

I think he's talking about her.

"Alright. Then take her somewhere else," he says. I know it's about Jacey now.

He laughs. "You wouldn't want to do that. She's already been through it," he pauses.

"Y'know, the raping and beating. The, uh, new one. She hasn't even been touched." I furrow my eyebrows, my breathing getting heavier.

"If you give me another $2,500, you can keep her. It's a little too dangerous to have her here anyways. I already have one," he says. I can hear him laugh again.

I felt like vomiting. Was he seriosuly selling Jacey? I look down and purse my lips. A lump was beginning to form again. Was I next?

"Oh, yeah. She's still being searched for. Maybe you can when the police give up a little," I hear him say. I shudder from the conversation. What was he doing?

I'm interrupted by the door being pulled open.

He shuts it, locking it behind him. His eyes move across my body, his eyelids were closed a bit.

"You are hideous," he says. I look down and shift a little. I am. I am disgusting.

"Fucking skank," he says before leaving. I sigh out choppily. His words hurt. Maybe he's right. After all, no one really cares about me.

I'm nothing.