Missing

Chapter Two

I sat on the edge of the bed waiting for Dave to wake up. It seem to take forever until he groaned and opened his eyes. He blinked a few times before trying to get out of bed. But I had his hands tied to the bedpost with ropes.

"Where the hell am I? Why am I tied up?" He asked.

I chuckled. "I don't know, fag."

He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. "Untie me right now."

"Hmm... no. Not until I hurt you like you hurt me."

"What?"

I sighed. "Don't act stupid. You know what happened. I kiss you and you act like I have aids or something. You even called me a fag. Do you know how bad you hurt me? Well, now I'm going to hurt you."

"Look, I'm sorry. Just let me go and we can forget about it." He begged. I chuckled at him.

"Forget about it? How could I forget about it?"

"I-"

"Shut up." I snapped and lit up a cigarette. I held the cigarette next to his skin, getting ready to burn him with it.

"No. Stop." He shouted. I grinned before holding it closer.

"Don't!" He begged.

"Hmm... it's kinda funny to see you scared." I said and then chuckled. I took another puff of the cigarette before sticking it on his arm.

"Ah!" He screamed and flinched back.

"How did that feel?" I asked.

"It fucking hurt!" He yelled.

I chuckled. "Good."

"You better let me go before your parents get back." He said.

"Yeah right. My parents left. They're not coming back. So it's just me and you... here alone... forever." I said and then winked at him. I finished the cigarette before straddling him.

"So... I bet you regret calling me a fag now, right?" I asked.

"I'm sorry."

"Nope. Sorry isn't enough. You made me feel... kinda suicidal. I hate that feeling."

I ran my nails down his arm. "So, I'm debating on whether I should kill you or just keep you tied up and hurt you."

"Pl-please just let me go." He said desperately.

"Let you go? Never. I couldn't live without you honey." I teased. "So I guess that means I'll keep you tied up."

"You can't just keep me here forever!" He yelled.

"Oh yes I can."

"Well, someone will be looking for me." He said, sounding hopeful.

I chuckled. "I highly doubt that."

"Why? What'd you do?"

"Because everyone thinks you jumped off a bridge and killed yourself."

He gritted his teeth. "What?"

"Yeah. I wrote a note and left it in your room for your mom to find."

"You're fucking crazy!" He yelled.

"I'm not crazy. I'm pissed. And bad things happen when I'm pissed, Dave."

He stayed quiet.

I put on a sweet smile. "So, my love, would you like some water?"

"Sure." He said, sounding unsure. I picked up a bottle of water I had on the nightstand for when he woke up. I stuck it to his lips and titled it up. He took a long drink before I pulled it away.

"So, if you want to live you better do as I say and you better not a bitch to me. Deal?" I asked. He nodded slowly.

"Good. So I have some rules. No yelling, no escaping because I will find you and kill you, and no being mean. Got it? Good. And... if things get sexually physical don't cry or scream. I don't want to think of it as me raping you, so at least act like you like it. Okay?"

"What? No. I'm not having sex with you." He snapped.

"Oh really?" I asked.

"Really. Don't freaking touch me." He yelled.

"What did I say about the yelling, Dave? Do you want me to hurt you?"

He quickly shook his head.

"Good. Then shut up. It's getting late, so I'm gonna go to bed. Don't even try to get out of those ropes." I said before turning out the light. I looked at him one last time before leaving the room.