Paranoia -completed-

Chapter 4: The Cellar

After I was out of the cellar I closed the door and wrapped the chains around the handles and then locked it.

I put the key in my pocket and went straight into my house and down to my basement where I keep all the camera equipment.

I installed a camera in the basement a couple days ago.

The camera was in the right are of where I would be able to see her the best.

On the screen was the footage of her that appeared on my screen.

This is going to be interesting.

Clara-

I woke up in a dark, cold room. the only light was coming from a lightbulb hung from the ceiling.

I sat up and my arms felt heavier than usual.

When I looked at my arms I saw restraints on both my wrists.

"What the..."

I gathered all my strength and stood up and started yanking on them.

I pulled and pulled but nothing happened.

After about twenty minutes I stopped and sat back down in the cold floor and brought my knees to my chest, and wrapped my arms around my knees.

I rest my forehead on my knees and tears started to run down my face.

Suddenly I heard footsteps and a door slam.

I looked up and saw Andrew in front of me with a a bowl something.

"Here I brought you some soup."

He sat it in front of me.

"I'm not eating that."

"I didn't poison it Clara, here I'll feed you."

He kneeled beside me and picked up the spoon and started blowing on the liquid.

"Here, open."

"What kind is it?" I asked.

"It's chicken broth."

After I finished the Soup he sat the bowl down and leaned in closer to me.

"Listen the reason your down here is because I can't have you keep running away."

"So your going to keep me locked down here? fucking fantastic."

"Clara just listen-"

"Fuck you." I spat.

"Dirty words for such a pretty mouth, your really going to regret that.

He walked over to a table then walked back over to me. He out the object on the ground then grabbed my ankles making my back come on contact with the cement floor.

He straddled my legs and grabbed the small object it was a pocket knife.

"Andrew what are you doing?"

"Making you understand that you are mine now Clara."

He lifted my shirt up, which exposed my panties.

I saw him smirk, and I started squirming underneath him.

"What are you doing? stop! Andrew get off."

He trailed his finger over my abdomen slowly, then he slid his hand to my waist and used his thumb the circles right under my hip bone.

I stopped moving and started to panic at what he was going to do.

"Hold still."

I felt a burning sensation above my hip bone and started screaming.

"STOP!" I cried.

The burning didn't stop, I wanted to die.

"Andrew please." I sobbed.

I heard the knife fall the floor and saw Andrew smiling.

"It's done."

"What did you do?"

He didn't say anything he just smirked.

Then he kissed my forehead, then my neck, then my stomach.

I felt something warm slide across my side.

I couldn't speak, I was shocked and scared.

He sat up and when he did I saw blood on his lips.

"I had to lick away the blood since I nothing to wipe it with. Now you know that your mine."

"Blood? what the hell did you do?"

"My initials."

"You carved your fucking initials into my skin. You're sick!"

He stood up and walked back over to me with a white plastic bottle.

"Just to make sure infection doesn't spread."

He poured a clears liquid over my side, and I screamed when it made contact with my skin.

He poured out the whole bottle then threw it to the side.

"What..was...that?" I said between sobs.

"Alcohol."

"You fucker, I hate you!" I screamed at him.

"You keep saying that and you know it's not true!" he yelled in my face.

"YOU CANT KEEP ME HERE!" i managed to site up, my back against the wall.

"ACTUALLY ANGEL I CAN AND I WILL!"

"PEOPLE WILL COME LOOKING FOR ME!"

His facial expression softened and so did his voice.

"Sweetheart no lives around her for miles, and we both know Jess is the only person who will come looking for you and-"

His phone started to ring which cut him off.

He answered it and smiled, then hit the end button and put the phone back in his pocket,

"As I was saying, Jess is the only one who will come looking for you but as of now let's just say you won't be hearing from her in a long time."

"What are you saying?"

"You'll find out soon enough angel." He smirked then he left.

"I HATE YOU! LET ME GO!!! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME! YOU CANT KEEP ME DOWN HERE FOREVER YOU PSYCHO!" A I cried.

I had a bad feeling in my gut, what he said about Jess made me sick. what did he or have someone else do to here? is she dead? held captive?

But all I know is he can't just leave me down here for the rest of my life, he can't keep me trapped...

...I'll go crazy.