I pull my pocket knife and get in a fighting position, "What do you want?" My voice unintentionally shakes.
He pulls his own gun from the back of his jeans, "You. In my car. Now."
"Shoot me." I dare him.
"What?" He asks, his eyebrows only folding slightly.
"I said, shoot me you damned coward!"
Tears prick my eyes. I didn't value my life anymore, and a gunshot would be quick, right? Kill not just me, but all of the pain.
He lowers his gun only after I lower my knife, dropping my only weapon to the wooden porch, tears rolling down my cheeks, my body numb.
If this is how it had to be, then fine.
He walks up to me slowly, his face inches from mine, a rich mans scent coming off of him. He runs this tip of his nose down the rim of mine.
"You're in a broken home, a broken life. I can fix that, make it all go away..." He whispers gently.
How did he know?..
"Just come with me Jennifer," he wraps his left arm around my back and holds his gun to my cheek, "I can show you what home is."
-----
Jennifer Kane didn't know what home was like. Growing up with a drunken father, a fake, pill addict of a mother, anxiety and depression, life was hard.
And then he pulled up next to her.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Self-harm, addiction, suicide, rape, domestic violence, sexual content. If any of these effect you severely, please continue at your OWN risk.
Highest Rankings:
#2 in #TwistedLove
"Let me go, you sick, twisted, bastard!" I seethed through gritted teeth.
I felt an uncontrollable amount of fear rake over my body. I soon began to shake. The fear that I pushed aside was bubbling up in my stomach, and I felt like I was going to yak. I swallowed the urge to do so, and gritted my teeth.
Trust me, I wanted to yak all over this pretentious asshole.
"Sorry kitten, not ever going to fucking happen." He said carelessly as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. His eyes were fixed on the dark road ahead of us, the road I surely didn't want to die on.
"I'm not your fucking kitten!" I hissed. "Now let me out of this fucking car before I rip your balls off and shove them down your thr-"
Before I could even finish my sentence the car swerved to the side of the road and came to a sudden stop, immediately sending me flying into the dash. My forehead collided with the roughness of the dash. I slowly pulled away and tried to sit back up, a small groan escaped my mouth as I rubbed my now bleeding forehead.
I heard him rustling around, but couldn't see much due to the black spots in my vision. I heard the sound of something popping open and the sound of liquid being poured. I rubbed my head painfully and blinked several times.
"Tell me kitten," I heard him say slyly. "Does this smell like chloroform?" He chuckled.
Emily Watts, twenty years old and living alone in LA, due to her parents being drunken assholes. She had barely any money to her name, and worked at a small diner, trying to earn some money. Emily's life was in a constant loop, work and sleep. Until it was turned upside down when she meets the most powerful Mafia boss in Los Angeles. Luca Adorno. Will Emily be able to survive his ruthless tendencies?
NUMBER 1 IN #HOSTAGE - 08/02/20
NUMBER 1 IN #KIDNAP - 09/07/20
Completed in 2019. (IN NEED OF AN EDIT)