He let her sleep on the floor. After her head started to bleed again, he cleaned her up, untied her arms, and legs, then allowed her to sleep on the floor. She took whatever he would give, despite the floor being hard and cold, it’s probably better then the chair, and cooled her skin that was on fire all night, burning with the energy of her screams. He watched her get settled on the wooden floor and she felt her skin crawl, like she had been violated. Just his eyes were threatening her, like he couldn’t wait to see what she looked like under the clothes.
“Good night.” He says coolly, his long fingers wrapped around the door knob, he pulls open the door and walks out, leaving her alone with her terrible thoughts. She had never been afraid of the dark, but with one click her whole world went dark. She screamed, the sudden darkness too much, but the light stayed off, only a small flicker of light relieves her as he turns on the recording sign. The red letters were her only source of light, and at this moment, her only hope as well. She screams out all the terrors she held in today, she screams for all the pain in her head and heart, she screams for Noah to come save her. Noah. She stops screaming, he won’t come get her, he doesn’t love her. He said it himself, I do not love you, and her heart breaks. She isn’t silent for long, her tears slide effortlessly down her cheeks and nose, leaving tracks for the other tears to follow. She presses her eyes closed, the darkness taking over. She opens her eyes and watched the red “recording” sign like a bug to a flame. This is her only hope, but could also be her demise. Her lip quivers in fear, no one knows where she is, no one can save her.
The man behind the glass has all the power. She quiets and he decides to stop wasting his recording time. He turns off the recording tape, and the sign flickers off, the room turns pitch black. He hears her whimper and smiles slightly. Part of him can’t believe he pulled this off, another part is pleased. He locks the doors for the night then heads out of the studio. Once out of the room he turns right and goes up the stairs to his apartment. He owns this building, and now he owns her.
He plops down onto his bed, and sighs in content. It’s 4 AM and he’s about to go to bed, he’s been productive, he is satisfied. He sets the alarm by his bedside for 8 AM, he has a busy day tomorrow, and doesn’t want to keep his unnamed guest waiting.
She waits in the dark, for hours. Not sleeping a wink. no way she could relax enough to rest. She needs to escape, but he’s strong. He has power over her, and a key to keep her here. So, she plans a way to get out. Her minds races for the remainder of the night, or the day, there’s no windows, or clock. Time means nothing for her, she doesn’t know how long it’s been since she’s been gone. Sophia wonders how long it will take for her parents to realize she is gone. She wonders how Noah will feel.
Secretly she hopes he will cry, maybe feel guilty. Secretly she still hopes he will come save her. She sits up, no longer able to lay on the cold hard ground. She leans against the wall and huffs a deep breath. Trapped is one word to describe how she feels, but it’s not the right one. Something worse fits, but she can’t find the word. Helpless? Terrified? Confused? They seem to fit, but not the way she wants. What does he want with her? Why is he doing this? How long will she be here?
The room is still pitch black. She was never afraid of the dark, until now. It’s so quiet in here, just her and her thoughts. Never has time passed so slow.
His alarm goes off at 8 AM on the dot. He wakes with a pleased smile gracing his vile face. His feet hit the ground with a thud when he swings them out of the confines of the sheets. He pads over to the bathroom in the corner and turns on the light, the first thing he sees when his eyes adjust is is reflection. Brown hair curls around the edges of his face, he’s forgotten to get it cut for a few months, forgotten to wash it in a few days. The oils make his hair look shiny, he runs his fingers through it, grimaces, and washes his hands, followed by his face, he has to look somewhat presentable. Before he walks back into the room he looks at his shirt, her blood on his shoulder, and stomach from when he carried her here, and from patching her up. He sighs and walks out to the bedroom and pulls on a new shirt. Maybe he should shower, but he decides against it, for today.
The light turns on, it blinds her for a moment. She covers her face, and peeks once at the door. The door knob jingles with his key in the lock, he twists it open and she curls into a ball. The moment she sees his face she flinches. Just his presence scares her. He shuts the door and smiles at her.
“Good morning.” He starts, and walks closer. She blinks away the fear in her eyes, she doesn’t want him too see how scared she is, but her hands shake, the nerves getting to her. One step closer and he will be standing over her. He stops, looks down and she looks up. “What is your name?” She shakes her head, not wanting to give him anything. She can’t, she won’t give him what he asks. He groans, twisting his head to the side. He takes a deep breath, as if calming himself, then turns back to Sophia.
“What is your name, little girl?” He snarls. She resists, she doesn’t want to give him what he wants. He waits, and counts in his head to three. One… Two… Three… Her head snaps to the side as the back of his hand crosses her face. She screams in pain as her head hits the floor, the cut on the back of her head opened again. His eyebrows knit together as she places her hand on her cheek and opened wound. “I’ll ask you one more time. What is your name?” He looks down on her, she looks up, not moving her mouth. He lifts his foot and places it over her hand. One move and he crushes her head, he has all the power over her.
“Sophia.” He pressed his foot onto her hand and she winces. “Sophia Marsh.” He picks his foot up off her hand and sets it near her head. She closes her eyes, her shoulders heaving up and down. She lives to breathe another day.
“Well, that wasn’t so hard, now was it, Sophia?” Her stomach lurches at the sound of his voice saying her name. She turns on her side and gags. “Sophia, lets change your bandage.” He says her name again and she just wants to die, this bastard. He leaves the room and she sits up slowly, her face still stinging.
Weekly monday updates coming up! Remember I still need a guy as the main so far I have
Three for Harry
One for Louis
One for Niall.
Comment below who you want the main boy to be, you have two chapters left and then I will decide!
