Chapter 6 #2
I hooked my arm around her stomach and placed her over my shoulder. Her long dark hair fell loosely past my waist. Her feet bled on me as I carried her down from the small tree and stepped onto the ground.
I gripped her middle firmly, stilling her while walking towards my car. My boot prints are visible in the mud, but I'm not worried. We are so far into the woods, and it is supposed to rain tomorrow, so that should wash them away.
She started screaming and crying again after realizing she wasn’t returning home. “I thought you said I could pick where I wanted to stay? You promised!”
Her small fists pummeled my back, which felt like mosquitoes attacking. She couldn't do damage if she tried.
I slapped her on the ass with my free hand before I sat her struggling body on the expensive red leather seat, telling her to shut up in the process. My hard gaze bore into hers.
“You lost that privilege once you ran and threw your little tantrum in that fucking tree. Now you have no choice. I tried to let you decide, but you ran from me instead. I warned you, Kit… you will never get away."
She was barely crying now, but the frown on her face showed her anger, and I still didn't give a rat's ass.
I continued to chastise her.
"There is nowhere for you to turn. No one will rescue you. I will repeat this. Good girls are rewarded, and bad girls are disciplined. You owe me two punishments for this bullshit tonight. Are you going to try for a third?”
Her eyes sparked with fire as she hissed at me.
“You may as well just kill me and get it over with. I would rather die than live as your fucking slave. You’re nuts!”
I smirked at her. I can’t believe the balls on this girl. She's gutsy; I will give her that. The girl has no idea just how angry I can get. She hasn’t experienced this side of me yet, but she will. Her attitude is going to warrant many punishments. Such a bad little girl.
She needs to be more careful about what she wishes for. I decided to scare the shit out of her…teach her a lesson; maybe she will shut her trap until we arrive at my place.
There’s no need to use the syringe to keep her quiet, but I can’t take her over my knee when I am driving, so I pull out the 38 and point it at her head.
“So, this is what you want instead? You want me to blow your brains out right now?”
She started shaking uncontrollably as she stared at the barrel of the gun. Her face turned grey. I could see the terror in her eyes. I watched her swallow hard as she squinted, bringing her hands up to shield herself from a possible flying bullet to the face. A light squeak escaped her lips.
“U-u-m, I was angry. I-I am sorry. P-please don’t kill me. I am too young to die."
She squirmed in her seat, hyperventilating.
"Oh God!! I knew this was your plan all along!”
She sobbed quietly this time—no snarky comments or yelling. I looked at her, unperturbed.
“I told you I would not murder you, and I meant it. You just said you would rather die than live as a sex slave. However, I would not label you as a sex slave. You’re my pet. Taking a life means nothing to me, but I am glad you changed your mind. I want to keep you around for a long time."
I laughed to myself. I knew the bluff would shut her up. I have no intention of ever killing this woman. She is my drug, and I need her like a junkie needs their next fix.
I put the gun back into my waistband and started the car. I looked over at my shell-shocked prisoner.
"Buckle up. Driving without your seatbelt is unsafe and also against the law."
He's worried about breaking the seatbelt law when he just committed a felony by kidnapping me? What a kook.
She had a shocked look on her face, but did as she was told. It is done. She is mine now. I locked the doors, hitting the master button in case she tried to jump from the car while I was driving. I blasted the song STAY by Maurice Williams.
With a colossal smirk, I sang the words to her.
"Ahhh, won't you staaayy, just a little bit longer?"
"Please, please, please tell me you're going to."
"Please, please say you will. Saaay you will."
If looks could kill, I would have died right there at the wheel. My pet's face was contorted in rage and took on a slightly purple hue. I laughed and winked at her without a care in the world. I have what I want, and there is no turning back.
We head to my place in Pascoag. A couple of months ago, I bought a house close to hers to keep tabs on her. I even have a state-of-the-art soundproof room just for my special girl.
Kitlyn
I just stared at the nut job who pushed me into his car. Well, maybe he didn't push me, but he forced me into it. Not only did he call my bluff by waving that gun in my face, but he goaded me with that damn stupid song. I don't want to stay with him. I want to murder him!
Goddamn dickhead!
I couldn’t believe he was taking me away from my home, my life, and my cat!! I need Tuna with me. What will happen to him if no one knows I was kidnapped?
The only person who may miss me is Becca. Although we talked a lot, it wasn’t every day, and that’s what worried me. It’s hot outside. The air isn’t on, and my cat needs food and water. I have no siblings. I am an only child.
My parents and I never had a good relationship. My father is dead, and although my mother is still alive, we have not spoken in five years. She is a drug addict, and I had enough of her shit, so I cut ties with her.
I grew tired of her walking around like a zombie at least three weeks out of the month and falling over from being doped up all the time.
She cursed and slurred like a drunken sailor every day. I was embarrassed to have friends over when I was a kid because she was usually whacked out of her mind, and the house was always filthy.
I tried to keep it clean, but she had liquor bottles and empty pill bottles strewn all over the place.
She was nothing but a massive pain in my ass, and even more so when I turned eighteen. I got sick of her crap, so I removed her from my life.
She made my panic attacks much worse. My therapist told me that too much stress would intensify the attacks, and she was right. Being around my mother caused me great angst, and I grew tired of all her drama.
Now I am screwed because this is the worst stress I have been under in years. I am sure my anxiety will return the longer I am with this sociopath.
I gaze at my tormentor, feeling defeated.
“What about my cat? Can I take him with me?”
He looked at me without an ounce of sympathy in those cold, vacant eyes. “I'm not a big fan of cats, so keeping him isn’t a good idea, pet.”
I felt deflated. I couldn’t believe this guy not only took me away from my life, but wouldn’t even allow me to have my cat! Tuna is my everything!!
I feel an icy shiver run down my back. I don't know how I will survive without my little buddy.
He grins, pissing me off even more, but I don’t show it. He pulled that fucking gun on me, and I don’t want a repeat performance. I am still unsure if he will kill me or not.
Aiming a revolver at someone’s head is very nerve-wracking, to say the least. I almost pissed myself from fear, but honestly, I think if he were going to do away with me, he would have done it already.
I know I pushed him tonight, but what did he expect? He kidnapped me! How am I supposed to react?
If he intended to rape me, I believe that time would have already come. It would take him two minutes to overpower me and have his way, but he didn't do that, thank God. I know these thoughts don’t make what he is doing okay. I need to believe he will not harm me.
There has to be some hope to survive this ordeal and escape. I need to keep the fantasy alive in my head to remain sane. I owe him two punishments for my disobedience, and feel sick to my stomach just thinking about it.
I have no idea what he has in mind, but whatever it is, I hope it isn’t too painful. I will try to be on my best behavior, but it will be a challenge dealing with a narcissistic man who isn't playing with a full deck.
He will make me angry with his constant demands; I know it.
He is an empty shell. I can sense it in him.
He felt nothing when I was bawling my eyes out in the tree, almost shitting myself out of fear.
Thanks to him, my feet are full of crusty, dried-up blood.
I have to take care of them so they don't become infected.
The bottoms of my heels are burning. I looked at my Dark Knight, raising my brows.
“My feet are full of cuts. I... I need to bandage them. Do you have anything I can use?"
He looked at me with a smug smile on his lips. It’s that smile that pisses me off. The guy gets off on this shit. He’s such an ass. He is enjoying my torment.
Sick bastard!
"No need to worry, pet. When we get to my place, I’ll clean those feet up for you. I will have them healed in a couple of days. I don’t want marks anywhere on your body, not even at the bottom of your feet, unless, of course, they're by my hand."
His laugh is sinister. I shudder in revolt. He is going to leave his marks on me, which means inflicting pain.
Knowing that makes me feel better!!
I hate this man!
I honestly want to spit right in his damn face. Even though I would love to see his reaction to a face full of my saliva dangling off his chin, I know better.
He already threatened to slap the snot out of me when I was losing my mind in the damn tree. I certainly don’t need a backhand in the mouth right now.
I laughed to myself.
Who said chivalry was dead?!
He reached out, stroking my arm. I cringe at his touch, pulling away. I loathe him. He grinned evilly at me .
“Don’t worry, Kitten, right now you may reject me, but I can assure you, there will be a time when you will crave my tongue, my dick, and my touch. I will be your damnation and your salvation. You can bet on that.”
I feel my insides twist at his words. He is so vulgar and sure of himself. I don't want him touching me at all. He makes my skin crawl.