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Rae

When Rae first woke up she thought that she must have been in a dream. She could feel the soft sheets of a bed underneath her and she could smell waffles.

Once she had opened her eyes that it was in fact not a dream, and that she really was lying on a white bed with the smell of waffles wafting around her. However the room that she was in was not hers, so she knew that everything that had happened before was still real.

The room that she was in had cream wallpaper (covered in purple flowers) and oak furniture. There was a wardrobe, as well as a small desk and a chest of drawers.

All of a sudden she didn't want to get out of bed. She wanted to lie in bed and pretend that none of it had ever happened. She wanted to pretend that she was back home with her mother lying drunk and passed out on the sofa. Anything was better then the truth that she was currently living in.

She would have gone back to sleep, if Richard had not chosen that moment to walk into the bedroom. He had changed into different clothes and he was now wearing a bright red shirt and a pair of denim jeans. His hair was, as always, tied up into a pony tail. "Ah, you're up," he said, a big smile on his face. "I made you some waffles." He handed her a plate with waffles and maple syrup. She placed it on the desk next to her, not feeling very hungry. His face fell but she ignored him, instead choosing to stare blankly at the wall with her knees brought up to her chest.

She knew that he had joined her on the bed, because she felt the bed depress slightly next to her.

"You have to eat," he said softly.

"I'm not hungry."

Suddenly his face came into her view and she could see the dark look on his face. "You'll be staying here for a while Rae, maybe even forever, so you better get used to being around me."

"What's to stop me from escaping? You can't keep me forever, don't be ridiculous."

He stood up agitated at her words. "Look outside Rae. You'll see."

Every inch of her wanted to ignore him, but her curiosity got the better of her and she stood up and looked out of the window. However she cried out in anger when she saw several metal bars blocking the window. She stared angrily at him but he didn't react. "Look outside," he repeated.

She knelt on the windowsill and looked through the gaps in the bars. What she saw made tears of anger come to hers. There was nothing. All she could see were just grey pavement and a dark forest.

"No!" she shouted.

She jumped off of the windowsill and ran past Richard towards the door. She could hear his footsteps behind her but he didn't try to stop her.

Quickly she found the stairs and she ran down them as fast as she could, before finding the front door and yanking it open.

As she ran out to the front of the house, she had to stop as she took in the site before her. It was even worse then she had first thought. Her eyes scanned left and right, trying to find signs of any life, but there was nothing. She was surrounded by forests and pavement, nothing more.

"Where the hell are we?!" she shouted at him, tears of anger still rolling down her face.

"We're in the middle of nowhere." His eyes shined with joy and all of a sudden she lost it.

As she ran towards him she lashed out and started kicking and punching him. However she was still weak and clumsy from the drugs, and he easily stopped her. His fists made manacles over her wrists and he held them tightly against his chest.

Despite the fact that she was sure to have bruised him, he was not angry. "You don't understand, not yet, but you will soon my love."

She started crying and shaking and he held her tightly against his chest, despite her struggling. "It's okay. I'll make everything okay," he whispered into her ear, in a voice that was meant to sound soothing, but sounded more threatening.

Eventually he let go of her and she took several steps away from him. "Let me go," she pleaded. She was trying to make herself sound as sad and desperate as she could, and not surprisingly it did not take much acting on her part to achieve this effect. "You want me to be happy, right?"

He crossed his arms, and she could tell that he was trying not to be effected by her tears. "Of course, but I believe that in time you will be happy here."

"How could I be happy here!" she shouted at him, her anger returning all to quickly. "You've taken me away from everything that I've ever known!"

He didn't say anything but his hands were starting to shake, and she could tell that he was trying to stop himself from getting angry. If she had been in the right state of mind then she would have shut up, but after everything that had happened in the past few days she could not quell the anger that was rushing through her. "You're a mad man and you need help. You must be crazy if you go around kidnapping people and expecting them to be happy with living with you."

She gasped in pain as he slapped her hard around the face. His face, before being angry, was now filled with shock at what he had just done.

Her hand went to her face and she held her cheek in her hands.

"Rae... I'm so sorry-"

Before he could see anything else she ran inside, and went back up to the bedroom. She slammed the door behind her and collapsed against it, before sliding to the floor.

Her cheek felt hot and was stinging from the sharp slap that she had received from Richard. How could he have done that to her? She expected to cry, but no tears would come. He wasn't even worth crying over anymore.

Footsteps sounded from outside, stopping before they reached her room. She knew it was Richard and she expected him to try and enter the room but after a while nothing happened and she assumed that he had gone somewhere else.

The hate that she felt for Richard was so strong at the moment that it consumed her and she had to tighten her hands into fists to stop the rage that ran through her.

The anger quickly transformed into terror at having to be in the same house as Richard. For several hours she sat there with her back pressed up against the door. Her slight form was shaking all the time.