Kidnapped

Chapter 8

I woke up in a room. It was Dark with one stream of light from the space beneath the door. I groaned at the sight of light. My head was pounding slightly. I attempted to sit up ,but couldn't. My stomach started to turn again. I groaned again as I attempted to get up once again. I sat up, pushing myself up with my hands. I looked around. I could see the outline of a chair and a small wooden item. I started standing as my stomach began to hurt. I stood for a minute then sank to my knees. I got on all fours and sat still for a while. I lied down again and waited. Maybe someone would walk in and see me or something like that. I eventually fell asleep. I woke up and the light was dimmed. I groaned again, putting my hand on my head.
"You okay?" Someone said from behind me. I heard footsteps and then I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Yeah." I lied. I felt someone pull me to my feet.
"Can you stand?" I finally recognized the voice. It was David. I took a few steps and got my balance back.
"Yeah." I said. He was holding my hand tightly.
"Listen Carefully. We're gonna get out of here. Tonight at 1 am they are going to take us back to that field. I didn't hear anything else about it. When they take us we run as fast as we can the way I point okay? No stopping or turning back until you find help." I nodded, understanding everything about what he told me.
"Okay." I said as he began to walk to the small closet looking for anything he could use. He came back out with metal hanger and some duct-tape. "what are you gonna do with that?" I asked him. He stayed quiet and began taping multiple layers of tape together. He made it quite big. He took the hanger and unfolded it. He shoved it in the top of the thing he made. He left a hole in the side. I watched him go back to the closet. He found a few pillows and some old clothes. He stuffed the duct-tap mat with the items he found. I soon realized what he was doing. It was a bed only big enough for one person. "What's that for?" I asked.
"It's for you." he said. "You need rest and this floor isn't cutting it." He tapped the hole shut and sat it down in the corner. "Lay down here." he pointed to the duct-tapped bed. I walked over to it and sat down. It was surprisingly comfortable.
"Thanks." I said. He nodded and sat down against the wall.
I watched him as he fiddled around with his fingers, tracing cracks in the floor. I grabbed his hand and made him sit with me. I put my head on his shoulder as he put his arm around me. We sat there in the silence together. I smelt something. It smelt like soup. Just then the door cracked open and two bowls of hot soup slid through. It shut quickly. David got up and picked up the bowls. He handed me one and watched me eat. I had just remembered how hungry I was. He saw that when I was finished I was still hungry. He gave me his bowl. He also hadn't eaten in days. "Here. Have mine." he said.
I shook my head. "No you need it." I gave it back to him.
"Take it. Please." he paused. "I'm not hungry." I knew he was lying. I decided to eat some then left about 75% for him. I said "I'm full." and handed him the bowl. He began to eat the rest. I smiled seeing this.
"What?" He asked noticing my staring.
"Thank you." I said quietly. I waited for him to finish and he sat our bowls back next to the door. He came back over and gave me a small kiss on the lips. My heart rushed and my stomach fluttered. He then held my hand and let me rest on his shoulder. I soon fell back asleep. When I woke up I noticed he had a new shirt on. He had found it in the closet. Before he was wearing a blood soaked shirt. It was a light gray tank top. I heard a quiet snore.
"Oh. He's asleep." I mumbled to myself. Just then he woke up.
"Huh? What?" He said looking around.
"Oh sorry I woke you." I said.
"No...... I've been awake for...." He paused. "What?" He must have been half asleep because soon after he was asleep again. I stared at the ceiling, trying to remember everything that has happened. I looked at David as he slept on this side, facing me. This caused me to smile. I giggled softly.
"What's so funny, Sweetcheeks?" Said a voice. My heart skipped a beat and my throat became dry. "Oh come on. I may be the bad guy but I like jokes."
"Leave me alone." I said faintly.
"As soon as I'm done with you." My heart began to race as I thought of things he might do to me. He approached me slowly. He grabbed my arm and yanked me up. I was to frightened to yell for help. He opened the door and lead me out. I clamped my mouth shut and followed. We were in the main room of the building. "Sit right here." He said as he stood in the chalk circle. He pulled rope and tape. He began tying my hands tightly. The rope was attached to a pulley on the ceiling. He tied the end to a post that was out of my reach. He wrapped my feet in tape endlessly. Now I couldn't run or fight him. He was planning more torture for me.