Hostage.

Chapter Eight.

I woke up with a ringing in my ears and a throbbing in my temples, I felt the chill before I realised I had been stripped down to my bra and underwear. I knew exactly where I was.

The musky smell hit my senses as the tears began to build, not again.
I am so sick of being his hostage, I can't keep doing this. I ran banging on the door screaming as loud as I could.
"I am NOT yours!" I screamed.
"Let me out!"

Hours had passed and I was all cried out, my body was now viscously shaking as my colour began to fade, I was freezing.

I crawled over to the large door to test my luck to see it was indeed still locked. I cried to myself as I hit the door with my fist.
"Rocco please" I begged as my voice cracked. I fell to my knees crying to myself again, I didn't know I had the tears left in me. I could hear voices outside as well as footsteps but no attempts to help me out. I sobbed as I brought my knees to my chest placing my face between them.
I sat crying for a few minutes longer before I decided to crawl into the corner and try and go to sleep.

I woke up to the sound of the door being slammed shut, I darted towards the door falling to my knees banging on it.
"Rocco? Please!" I begged again, my voice hoarse from just waking up. I turned to see what was left in here, a pillow case, a cup of water and a slice of bread. His starving me now?

I sat back down in the corner of the room leaning against the wall, I ripped the pillow case apart at the seams to create a bigger blanket, I couldn't believe I was going through this again. I should of stayed clear the first time, the next time I get out, I'm moving away with Nate.

Nate.

He probably hasn't even attempted to find me, he probably doesn't even care, his met someone who isn't a fuck up. I pushed my hair back out of my face looking up at the ceiling, what have I done?
What have I got myself into?

A few days passed with only one slice of bread a day and a cup of water.

I don't get why I was stripped down, but then I noticed the cups, I really noticed them, they were copper.

He didn't want me to kill myself. He has a plan for me.
The thought scared me a bit but the longer I was left alone the safer I felt.

Hopefully I'll die in here, if I'm lucky. I got up and headed over to the small window. Maybe a bit too small, but if I'm in here another week I'll surely fit through it, I opened the window as far as it would go, and it wasn't far at all, I held my hand outside feeling the breeze, I smiled as I laid my head against the wall, it felt so nice, I wish I appreciated it when I had the freedom of it.

A couple more days passed and I noticed myself getting thinner, what was he trying to do to me? I was colder than ever now I had less body fat to keep me warm, I literally couldn't stop shaking, I felt almost as though I would start fitting soon enough. I picked myself up wrapping my small sheet like blanket around my shoulders heading over to the window. I opened it again as I sat beside it, I brought my knees up to my chest as I felt the winter breeze hit me as it danced around the room.

I played with my dry and chapped lips, picking at them whenever I got too lost in thought. I began to drift off again, it was easy to sleep when you have no energy due to lack of food, but I was disturbed when the door swung open slowly with one push.

Rocco stood there in a black shirt buttoned up to the top, black jeans and dark shoes, he stood looking down at me with his hands behind his back. I felt the tears build up again as he stood watching me, judging me. I tried to cover myself with my small sheet but it was no use, he smirked at me before stepping into the room, I tried to push myself back into the wall hoping I'd disappear but it never worked.
"I'm sorry" I sobbed as my body shook, half being due to fear the other half being so cold. His smirk grew as he crouched down to my level, he reached out making me flinch but before I knew it his hand was on my cheek, stroking me gently. I wrapped my skinny cold fingers around his arm trying to hold it there just for one more second enjoying his warmth.
"Please tell me what you want from me" I asked, my voice cracking from the tears that he continued to wipe away as he held my cheek.

"I want you
But I want you broken
Only, I want to break you
I don't want to share you
I don't like other men looking at you
I don't want you looking at another man
I don't want you to ever talk or answer me back or I'll whip the shit out of that pretty little ass
You are mine and we are going to sort out this little attitude problem once and for all, or next time you won't just hear me fuck Sophie, I'll make you watch" He said Devilishly before shoving my face away making me whimper.
"Please, just let me go" I sobbed, feeling my heart break at his words.
What kind of cruel world is this?
I watched as he got back up and walked out of the room leaving me sitting there crying to myself. I heard something slide under the door making me turn, a small baggy, filled with Xanax tablets, I'd know them from anywhere. He knew what I needed, he knows how to calm me down and control me, but I couldn't give in, I think that was what he was hoping for.