Kidnapped (☆Sequel Is Published☆)

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I sit and stare at the cold ground, completley shocked and disgusted from what he had made us do. He had given us the blankets, but we used one to make the hard floor a bit better, and the other we had to share. He gave us two pillows, which were relieving, but horrible quality.

The room was almost pitch black. I could still hear sounds outside, and I was really missing freedom. I sigh and look down once again.

He had taken every rope and zip tie off of me. I was, by nature, ready to run and fight for my life. Of course, I held myself back and stayed still as soon as he took them off. Jacey still had hers on, but she was fast asleep. I guess I'm just the one he trusts.

Not only was I sleepless and in mild shock, my arm was killing me. The pain was pulsing from the fishing line that needed removed badly. I cringe and cuddle it. It hurts most the time, just not this bad usually.

I tremble. I was cold, but I didn't want to move the somewhat thin blanket off of Jacey. She's been gone for a long time just until yesterday. God only knows what he did to her.

I have to admit, the freedom to at least move my arms and legs was more than I could ask for. It was such a relief.

As I move my head up to stare out the darkened window once again, the door knob turns. I freeze from fear. He was coming.

The door slowly swings open silently. I catch eyes with him and almost immediatly look away. He turns his head, his focus completley stuck to me. I could barely see him, he was as dark as a shadow.

"Baby, you should be sleeping," he says quielty, coming a little closer. He closes his hands together and pulls them to his face, mimicking sleep, laughing shortly afterwards.

He comes even closer and bends down to me, his knee resting on the blanket and the other pointed up. I pull my face to the side and glue my arms to my knees as his hand softly caresses my bruised cheek.

"I just have to say," he says softly, a smile growing on his face. "You were my favorite," he finishes. I shutter and close my eyes, waiting for a punch or smack. But no, he had kissed my cheek. I cringe, keeping my eyes shut tightly. I was too frightened to do anything. He had showed me that doing anything anyways was a bad idea.

I flinch as his hand travels down my arm slowly and grips my clasped hand. I look up at him, confused. He smiles a bit and pulls me up to my feet. I gulp and move my head from him, staring at him. I was scared he would hurt me again.

"Are you hungry?" He asks softly. I shake my head, afraid of what he was planning.

He growls and grips my hand tighter, pulling his face near my ear. I shake, causing chills to run down my spine. "Tell me you're fucking hungry right now," he says deeply, staring into my eyes with power. I shake a little. "I-I am. I'm hungry," I say quietly, staring right at him and nodding.

"Come on. I'll get you something," he says, smiling creepily. I bend down and keep my eyes low. I had no idea what he was planning.

He pulls me out of the dark room, guiding me down a hall. I look to my right, seeing the same bathroom he let me shower in. But he took me left this time. He takes me to his kitchen that was upstairs.

I look around. I had never expected it to be so small. Just a two-seat wooden table and everything else that would belong in a kitchen, just compacted together.

"Sit down, girl. Make yourself at home," he says. I shakily reach out for the chair, pulling it out cautiously. I sit down slowly and keep my eyes forward towards him by his counter. He stares at me and smiles.

"Pizza?" He asks. I nod. Once he had brought it up, I was starving. All I've eaten was pancake batter, raw. Some fruit here and there, but nothing to fill me up. I was getting skinny, but at least I'm still alive.

I hear him shut his microwave. I look up, the sound interrupting my thoughts. I freeze as he catches my eyes. I didn't look away, but he did. He looked somewhat guilty.

Soon, the microwave pops open and I smell the significant scent of the pizza slice he had put on a plate for me. He grabs it and walks to me. I was so eager to finally eat something warm.

He sits down, setting the pizza in front of him. My stomach was jumping and I just couldn't wait to eat.

"It's hot," he warns, sliding it to me. I grab the plate, immedialty picking up the hot slice. I take a bite and swallow it almost immediatly. It was burning my mouth a little, but I just couldn't hold back. He could take it away at any second. Bite after bite burned my mouth a little more.

"Jesus, you eat pizza just as good as you eat Jacey," he says, almost sounding astonished. I pause. My stomach turns and I could feel my face go pale. My appetite. Gone. I set the almost finished slice down, looking at Michael. Of course, he had a smile smeared on his face.

"Oh, done so soon?" He remarks sadly, tilting his head with no emotion. I gulp and keep my eyes down. I was, once again, ready for him to hit me for not saying anything. And once again, he just stood up and threw the rest of the pizza away.

He knew what got me upset. I should've know he'd do something like that.

Just as he comes to sit back down, a quiet knock is heard on the door. I freeze and look at him, hearing Michael mutter. He rolls his eyes and tilts his head back. I watch him walk quickly to his door, just see him put a black face mask on before opening it. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

They talk for a few minutes, before a man walks in. He was tall, definitely black like Michael. He was intimidating.

Wait, he can save me.

My breathing picks up as he looks me dead in the eyes. I open my mouth slightly, my heart thumping. I was holding back from screaming for help. Michael would beat me if I yelled.

Suddenly, the man walks towards me, pulling his mask off. He stops to the side of me. I stop and look down, frozen in fear. Michael was just in front of me, standing on the other side of the table. He was definitely not here to help me.

"Hey, baby," he says softly. I shake and cringe from this strange man wrapping his fingers around my hair, softly playing with it. He moves his hand away. Instead of my hair though, he moved his hand to my cheek. He holds my cheek and caresses it with his thumb. I scream internally. I was terrified. What was Michael doing?

"Go on, Jaren. Take her. But you be kind to her," Michael says, pushing himself off the table, pointing at him seriously. My breathing picks up as his hands wrap around my arm. I look at Michael, who was watching as I was getting dragged from the kitchen to the door. Fear takes over.

"Michael! Please! No, no," I say loudly. I look at him, just to catch him staring back at me. He gave a somewhat sympathetic look and a small wave. I look at him, my eyes begging. "Don't leave me!" I scream, he shakes his head.

That was the last thing I saw before having something wrapped around my face and my arms tied together once more. I was thrown into another small trunk and taken to another different house. For once, I had wanted Michael. I was shocked that I had said that before leaving. I sit still, beginning to cry. I was terrified, again.