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Chapter 4

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His eyes harden and he cocks his head. He takes slow steps towards me until he finally reaches me.

My heart starts pounding.

Oh no... Only if I would've kept my big mouth shut..

He keeps his eyes locked on me.

I close my eyes tightly wishing this all was just a big dream.

I want to run out of here, but I can't I'm tied to this stupid bed.

I gasped.

I'm... Tied... To a bed...

I start thinking of all the dirty things he could do to me right now.

Why? Did I just think of that?

I feel him sit almost on my waist.

I slowly open my eyes and look at him.

He chuckles.

"You are so cute when you're scared."

I gave him what-the-fuck look, but that just makes him laugh harder.

"Well.. What else would you want me to be? Happy about this?! You just fucking kidnaped me! I'm in this fucking room with a god damn creep! Not only that I'm tied to a bed!" I yell

He sighs and shakes his head.

"Bad move.. I wouldn't of done that if I were you..." He chuckles, "I can see this is going to be fun for me."

After, that he gets up and leaves.

I sigh relieved that is was gone, but for how long?

My stomach starting growling. How long have I been here for? A day? I tried to not think about food, it was just going to make me even more sick.

I hate being tied down. I've always hated it. I hate small spaces too.

I look down at myself and I see I still have my dress on and no shoes.

Oh well.. I can still escape without any shoes.

My kidnapper finally comes back and he has a huge smirk on his face. It makes me uncomfortable. I cross my legs.

"You are going to love this, princess," he says with his dark blue eyes looked on me.

I don't know what he's talking about or maybe I do. I just don't want to think about it.

He slowly walks over me. I don't know what he's going to do, but that's when I notice the belt in his hand.

"You better not touch me!" I yell.

He ignores me and flips me over, so I'm laying on my chest. It actually hurts considering I'm tied to the bed and he just twisted my arms, but I don't dare to say anything.

I feel his big hands pull up my dress. My eyes widen.

"What the hell are you doing?! Stop that!"

I feel him put one of his hands on my butt then he squeezes. He quickly pulls his hand away and starts hitting my butt and legs with the belt.

I start screaming and he doesn't stop. I beg him to stop, but he just keeps hitting harder.

I'm trying to keep track of how many times he hits me. After 50 I pass out.

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I wake up feeling the pain in my legs from "my kidnapper."

I roll my eyes. I need to get out of here. I don't know how dangerous he is, so I need to start being nice. Maybe, if I treat him like he's a king I'll get out quicker.

Speaking of the king, he walks into the room.

"Well well.. Look who's up." He says smirking.

He gives me the creeps... I need to learn his name..

"My legs hurt... I was wondering.. If you could untie me.." I don't make eye contact with him. I'm afraid of what he'll say.

He chuckles.

"Of course you can.."

I surprised, but I don't think I'll be able to get out of this room unless he leaves the door open or unlocked.

"Oh okay.. Thanks... "

He slowly walks over with a smirk on his face and sits down by me pulling my dress up once again and putting his hand on my thigh.

I start to move around feeling very uncomfortable. That just makes him chuckle and he holds my thigh tighter.

"Kendal, you're so perfect.."

He starts move his hand dangerously high up until he reaches the bottom on my panties.

"Please stop and untie me like you said you would..." I beg.

He rolls his eyes and pulls his hand away.

"You are lucky that I'm nice... "

He gets up and untied both of my hands from the headboard of the bed.

"Anyways, how's your legs?"

I slowly sit up and rub both of my raw wrists. Then, I push my legs over the bed and wince.

"I'll stay that as a not so good.." He laughs evilly.

I give him a death stare.

"How else am I supposed to be feeling?!" I snap back.

His blue eyes are piercing into my dark brown ones. I will not look away until he does. I want to show him I'm strong. I can't show him I'm weak..

He shakes his head.

"You're a fucking whinny ass little bitch."

I look away from him and just ignore him. I don't need to be losing my temper.

I stand up and as soon as I do I fall.

"Ow," I mumble in pain.

Maybe my legs are not as good as I thought. They hurt a lot. It feels like someone is stabbing me in both of my legs.

My kidnapper chuckles.

"Stupid ass bitch," he says then he kicks me hard in the rib. I hear something crack and I gasp.

After, the hard kick my kidnapper leaves me laying in the cold hard ground.

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