Clara-
I woke up and the the sun shining through the curtains. I sat up slowly and saw Andrew asleep on the floor of my side.
He was snoring quietly.
"I have to get out of here." I whispered.
When I saw the door a plan came to mind, he's asleep, he can't stop me.
I quietly crawled the other way and tip toes to the door, once I opened it I took of running down the steps and out the door.
I kept running and running until my lungs felt like they were about to collapse.
I stopped for a moment to breath and suddenly I remembered everything.
Andrew was the one who took those pictures and brought me here. He kidnapped me.
"CLARA!" I heard Andrew yell.
"Shit." I whispered to myself and started running again.
I didn't know where I was going I just wanted to get the hell away from him.
I had to find a gas station or something to get help.
Sudden I was being felt my head collide with the cold snow, I was tackled to the ground. flipped me over so that my back was to the cold, snowy ground.
Andrew straddled my waist and held both of my wrist in one of his hands and with the other he pulled out a syringe from his pocket and bit the cap off of it.
I started to panic and did my best to try and get free.
"Hold still."
I cried out in pain when the needle was jabbed into my arm.
Suddenly my body felt paralyzed, I couldn't move.
"I told you last night, I'm not letting you go. And I meant exactly what I said." he voice was dark and angry.
My eyes felt droopy.
"I hate...you." I whispered.
I saw his facial features change before my eyes slowly closed.
Andrew-
"I hate you." she whispered.
Hearing her words made angry and sad at the same time.
Her eyes slowly closed and that's when I knew the drug had kicked in.
I grabbed her waist, picking her up and threw her over my shoulder.
I couldn't keep her somewhere I knew she could escape.
Once I got back to my house I didn't go inside, this time I went around the back of the house where there was a cellar door.
The cellar is only used for major snow storms, but before I took Clara I installed a useful item.
I opened one of the doors then the other, then I walked down the dark steps with Clara still on my shoulder.
I walked over to where I installed restraints.
The restraints were chains connected to the wall and at the end of the chains were a handcuff on each one.
I laid her on the cold cemented floor and grabbed one of the restraints and tightened it around her wrist, then I did the other.
There was about two feet of chain, she would be able to stand up.
But before i walked out i pulled the string on the only light source turning it on, which was a single lightbulb that dangled from the ceiling of the basement then I grabbed some more chains that were in the wooden table and a large lock.
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.