And here we have another of my creepier chapters :S This is going to be one of those difficult cases, btw. Man, I can't think of anything to say! Lol. I guess I hope you enjoy this chapter, and as always, much love to my subscribers and reviewers! xxx
And so mes ami, I give to you chapter 11 of Reid Between the Lines.
Marcy huffed impatiently as she loaded her groceries into her car. Thomas was going to be late home tonight, and she had to pick up the kids from her sisters and look after them whilst doing a ton of chores and trying to finish grading her class's English essays. It was going to be a long night.
"Excuse me miss?"
Marcy turned around. A handsome man was standing bashfully in front of her.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"Yeah, erm... well, my car kind of won't start, and... well I was wondering if maybe you could try starting it up whilst I fiddled with some stuff under the hood?" he nervously asked. Almost immediately, he stammered "I'm sorry, you don't want to... that's... no. I'm sorry for wasting your time miss."
"Wait," Marcy called as he turned away. "I'd be happy to help."
She followed the man to his car. He seemed very sweet. Why not help him? After all, he could have kids waiting for him just like she did.
"Ok, try now," the man called. Marcy turned the key for the third time, and the car finally started up. "I think you got it," she smiled.
"Yeah, thanks."
Marcy yawned. "I guess I'd better get going. I need to pick up my kids."
"Well, I'm sure your sister is taking good care of them."
"Yeah, they..." Marcy froze. She dared not look up at the man standing next to the open door, blocking her exit. "I... never told you my sister was taking care of them."
"No. No, you didn't."
Before Marcy could try to push past him, he held a damp cloth over her mouth. She tried to struggle, but she was becoming dizzy fast, and lost consciousness in a matter of seconds.
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Marcy woke up groggily. Her head hurt and it was freezing. She sat up and tried to take in her surroundings. It was dark, but she could see enough to tell she was in a small concrete room. No windows. One door. Her heart began to race in terror as she remembered how she had come to be there.
Then she heard them. The slow, deliberate footsteps that came from behind the door. She stood up, bracing herself for what was to come.
The door opened, and the man Marcy had helped in the car park walked in. Why had she helped him? How could she have been so stupid?
"Hello Marcy. Good to see you're up," the man said, sounding nothing like the kind, shy man he feigned being in the parking lot.
"Who are you?" Marcy demanded. He ignored her.
"Marcy Blake. Twenty six years old. Married to Trevor Blake. Four year old twin daughters called Rosie and Lila."
Marcy's blood ran cold. "If you hurt my daughters, I swear to God..."
"Don't worry Marcy; I'm not interested in your daughters." He took a few steps towards her, backing her up against the wall. "I'm interested..." He paused, leaning down next to her ear. "...in you."
Suddenly his intentions were all too clear. Marcy pushed him away and tried to run, but he grabbed a hold of her. She began screaming, but he just laughed.
"Scream all you like, no one can hear you."
"No! Let go of me! HELP!"
The man pushed her up against the wall, pressing himself against her back to stop her from struggling.
"Stop squirming, bitch!"
"Go to hell!" she screamed.
"You know, if you don't hold still, I might just change my mind about Rosie and Lila," he purred teasingly. Marcy froze.
"Please, don't hurt my girls. I'll do anything, please." She began to sob, knowing that if he knew everything that he did, he must know where she lived.
"Good girl." He stepped back, and Marcy turned around, trembling.
"Don't hurt my daughters, please," she begged.
"I won't." He smirked. "Now take your clothes off."
Marcy gasped. "D-don't. Please."
"Do it!"
Marcy sobbed harder as she pulled her t-shirt over her head. She thought of her girls. She was doing this for them. She couldn't let him hurt them. She thought of Thomas as she unbuttoned her jeans. Yes, if she thought of Thomas, it would be ok. She couldn't let herself think of that man when he was...
No. If she thought of Thomas, it wouldn't be as bad.
"Underwear too."
"Please don't do this!" she pleaded. "What did I ever do to you?"
The man paused before laughing manically.
*shudder* I worry about myself sometimes :S Well, the next chapter will be much more cheery, promise. Reviews are loved ^_^ Have an awesome day and thanks so much for reading! You guys rock!
Until the next chapter! xxx