*I am the writer of the original My Cruel Kidnapper. I am reposting it.* "You're not getting it, babe!" He spits. His hand snaps back and he backhands me, closed fist, over my right side of my face. Its worse than before. He put much more force into it, than the last hits. I get smacked straight to the floor. Making a slap noise as I contact. I'm too stunned to move. My hands sheltered me from most off the fall, but my head still made contact with the concrete."You already fucked up your last chance! I told you what would happen if you ran from me again. Not to mention you threatened to stab me!"