Kidnapped

Chapter 9

2 more days pass and I still haven't eaten. I'm feeling extremely weak and dehydrated. Worse than before...

David walks in alot calmer than before. I've decided I'm going to fight, even if it means I have to loose food for it..

I just sure do hope the police are still researching him. Come on David! His name is David! 

"Can't they see your face when you come in?" I ask.

"We use previous footage from when you first got here. It's on a reel there so dumb to not notice." He shakes his head with an evil smile.

I Swallow hard.

"So!" He claps his hands together once.

"Lets try this again. Are you hungry?" He asks, sorta... Nice?

"I haven't eaten in 2 days. I'm starving. Literally!"



"You're feisty! That's not good..." He begins to unbuckle my feet then my arms. I do a big sigh as I relax my arms.

He helps me up. He nods at my guard as we make our way to the kitchen.



I'm in the middle of my meal, today I have a sandwich and potato chips and lemonade. I scarf the sandwich down in 2 minutes and I'm now just slowly eating my chips.

"So. Can we discuss something?" I look down at my plate avoiding eye contact. He can feel the worry in my tone,

"Depends." He shrugs.

"Well, there's a list. Can we make a deal?" I finally look up at him,

He takes a deep breath but doesn't reply, he scratches his chin.

"Go." He signals.

I clear my throat.

"Well, I want a better room... I want to shower, I want to change my clothes, I want to eat regularly and I'm done being a prisoner, I don't wanna be on chains!" I'm beginning to loosen up and he can tell.

He doesn't talk, he just puts his head down in his hands.

He finally sighs and sits back.

"Lets do this... you can wash off. I'll buy you some clothes, 3 meals a day and you will have your legs locked up." He crosses his arms.

"How about, I have free access to the kitchen, a guard and and A SHOWER." I raise my voice for shower to make it clear that I don't want to wash off with a sponge and rinse my hair in the sink.

"Oh yeah and what do I get?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Well, if you want me to be your bride, you have to treat me like one. And I will treat you like your my groom."

He thinks.

"Okay. Fine, but if you misbehave-"

"I know, I know... Back to where we started." I roll my eyes.

"Good. Are you finished?" He points to my food.

I push it towards him.

We both stand and he takes me back to my room.

"Wait, our deal-"

"We gotta get your stuff darling!" He jokes.

I walk over and sit on the bed.

"You can tell the guard you're hungry and he will assist you to the kitchen. I will get you're clothes and make a room. You won't be chained, but you have to stay in here..."

I make my mouth into a straight line as he leaves.

I groan and fall back into the bed.

This is gonna stink.