“What are you talking about?” What the actual fuck?
“It’s time you realize who you belong to, Verity and it sure ain't the limp dick fire chief.” I start to panic. How the hell did I not know he was crazy? Or that he even had a thing for me. I mean for God’s sake, I thought he was gay. He was always so nice to me and let me bitch about stupid shit. I always just kind of thought of him as a really good girlfriend.
“George how about you just let me go and we can pretend nothing happened.”
He growls, and I automatically know that was the wrong thing to say. He squats down, leaning in close to my face. I see his evil grin. “Don’t you see, Honey, I am tired of pretending. I know you have just been pretending with that other guy. You know deep down in your heart that we belong together.”
This dude has clearly fallen off of the deep end. No way in fuck is that true. “If I gave you the impression or if you feel like I have led you on in any way, I am so sorry, but I don't feel that way about you. I have always just thought of you as a friend.”
The smack comes out of nowhere. I cry out as it leaves a tingly burning sensation in its wake.
“Shut up! You lying whore, why are you always lying? I know you love me. I knew you’d see it once I got you away from everyone.” He screams at me. I sink into the bed, trying to get as far away from him as I can. Hot tears running down my face. Fucking hell, that hurts. His face softens, and he caresses my cheek where he just hit me, causing me to cringe.
“I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just upset. Don't be upset with me, Verity. I hate having to hurt you.” Okay, Verity think. Obviously, he is unstable and reasoning with him isn't going to work. I need to gain his trust, so he will undo my bindings, then I can get out of here. That's what they do in the movies. I am not a good actress, but I will act my ass off to try and get out of here.
“It’s okay. I forgive you. I won't do it again.” He smiles and stands up.
“How about dinner? I know you must be hungry.”
“I am. Can I sit up please?” He looks like he is going to protest so I give him my best puppy dog eyes.
“Georgie. I can't eat if I am laying down you wouldn't want me to choke, would you?” No one is ever going to expect that my stalker is George. Hell, I am having a hard time believing it myself. No one will be looking in the right place. I am on my own.
“Yes, you’re right.” He nods his head and reaches over loosening the chain that is holding me down on the bed. “Here baby let me help you up.” He grabs my shoulders, sitting me up, the chain holding my handcuffs in place falls between my legs and my hair falls in my face. He awkwardly pushes it back behind my ear. It takes everything that I have in me not to move away from him. “There, all better.”
No. Not all better dumb ass. I really just want to kick him in the balls but that never seems to work out so well in the movies. He turns around and I get my first look at the place I am being held captive. It looks like a makeshift loft apartment. The paint on the walls is chipped, it has boarded up windows and only one door. When I look down on the mattress I have been laying on for God knows how long, I want to vomit. There are stains all over the place. I do NOT want to know what those stains are from. I look up when he walks back towards me he is holding a bottle of water. “Where are we?” I ask taking the water from him.
“Just outside of town.” He states matter-of-factly. “Can never be too careful.” He mumbles to himself as he turns away from me again. He rummages through something before coming back with a sandwich. “Here baby. I know how much you love turkey and tomatoes.” Ew, that is so gross that is the last thing I want to eat. First off turkey should never go on a sandwich it's only something you eat for Thanksgiving and tomatoes are only good in ketchup. I take it from him with a polite smile.
“Thank you.” I put it down on the bed and look up at him. “George is there a place that I can go to the bathroom? I really need to go.”
“Oh, I am so sorry dear, of course, you need to use the bathroom. You have been out for a couple hours.” He says like it is no big deal. “The bathroom is right behind that divider.” He says around a mouth full of food. I look at my chains then back at him. He wipes his mouth with his sleeve. Real classy. “The chain should reach over there.”
Oh Jesus, how long has he been planning on doing this?
“Okay, thanks.” I walk over there and surprisingly this is the only space in this hell hole that is somewhat clean. I do my business. While I am washing my hands, I look around trying to see if there is any way out of here, but there is none. The only way I am getting out of here is through that front door. When I walk around the side, I run into him. Literally, I run right into him. I scream out and jump back.
“Oh my God! You scared the shit out of me.” I say taking a deep breath. Hysterics are not going to get me out of this. Fuck he smells nasty. I never realized how much I hate his cologne. He just gives me that smile and grabs my cuffed hands.
“Come.” He walks us over to a table and I sit down. We stay there, him talking about himself and how much he knew that I was going to be his for what feels like forever as I try and choke down the sandwich he got for me. I wouldn't have eaten it if the seal had been broken off. It looks like it came from a gas station and it was still cold so there must be one pretty close. I spend the next couple hours listening to him tell me how wonderful our life is going to be together and how he can't wait to make love to me.
I just nod at everything he is saying as I am slowly trying to get my wrists free from my cuffs, under the table but it is no use I am going to have to see if he will loosen them.
“George, these cuffs are hurting me can you loosen them a, little please?” He looks at me suspiciously. “You don't have to take them off just loosen them a little bit, my hands are starting to get tingly.” He nods his head and pulls a key out of his pocket, loosening the cuffs a little. Damn, that was easier than I thought it would be.
The next twenty-four hours go by in a blur. The weirdest thing about the whole situation is that you'd think he would have tried to do something to me, but he hasn't. Maybe, I am starting to get through to him. He brings over something that looks like a cat barfed up and puts it in front of me. My stomach turns, and I run to the bathroom throwing up.
“Are you okay?” He asks as he comes into the makeshift bathroom. I look up at him then down at myself. Thank God, I didn't get it on myself.
“I think I’ll be okay, I don't know what happened.” I stand on shaky legs and almost fall. He roughly pulls me into his arms and tries to hold me close. Just his hands on me make me want to throw up. Again, I push out of his arms and look at him.
“I am kind of tired actually can I go to bed?”
“That's a great Idea. I will finally get to have you in my arms. I’ll make you feel better.” No. Calm your shit Verity, once he is asleep you’ll be able to get the fuck out of here.
“That sounds nice,” I say with a tight smile. Once we are in bed, he falls asleep quickly. I guess kidnapping is tiring. I think, rolling my eyes. I start pulling on my wrists, trying not to make too much movement. I don't want him to wake up. I bite my lip to keep from whimpering as I try as hard as I can to get free. I feel something run down my arm.
Looking up, I can see that I have blood running down my arms from where the cuffs are digging into me. I take a deep breath and yank down almost screaming out as my wrists slip free. I quietly get out of bed and run for the door, only to be yanked back by my hair.