Zoey had been with her captor for what she guessed was about 3 months. She was quickly losing track of the days. Her wrist had fully healed now hadn't healed properly was useless. She couldn't move it properly. She was sat in his house in the living room. Her watched her intently.
"Hoe are you today Zoey?" her captor asked.
She sat on a blue leather chair. Shrugged dejectedly. The last three months had worn down her resistance. She had no fight left. He had broke her spirit. She was never getting away from him. Her life was just crap. Usually he beat her unless she answered him but she didn't care anymore - and he knew.
"C'mon Zo don't be like this." he coaxed.
"I wanna go home. Will you let me go home? Please?" she pleaded softly. Useless she knew but she had to try.
"Zo you'll like it here as soon as you don't try to run away again."
She bit back the tears. She knew he wouldn't but a slight flicker of hope had flared that he just might let her go. God why did she even bother? She had tricked him after a little while. Started to act well 'nicer' to him. She stopped running and did what he said willingly. Pretended she was getting used to him. They finally moved to his house. Being nice to him had knocked her seriously sick. She had promptly tried to escape. The only reason he caught her was because he had came home to fetch his keys. He had found her at the door. She had sorta smiled at him brightly hoping he wouldn't click. He did! He beat her and locked her in the attic while he installed more locks and alarms. She had tried again and again and again and he always caught her. Either she was sloppy or he had a sixth sense. Her last attempt had been yesterday. She had picked at the grout on the kitchen window and it was loose. She shook the window hoping it would fall towards her. Nope it fell out of the window. She tried to scramble through the window but he caught her foot just before she got out. Now she just felt at a loss! Escaping just wasn't working. All he did was beat her. Worse and worse after each time. He had stopped halfway through her beating yesterday when he realised she was reacting like she usually did. He just looked at her sat there taking it. Not saying a word. Not hitting back. Not protecting herself. She had taken his enjoyment away she figured.
"If your not gonna let me go home then why don't you just kill me? I don't even care anymore!" she told him.
He ruined her life. It wasn't worth living anymore. He joined her in the attic at night. She hadn't been surprised. What HAD surprised her was that it had taken him 10 weeks to do it. He had murmured to her that he loved her and wanted to let her get used to him. Now he knew that she was ready. She had still been in her fighting phase then and fought him violently. Kicked and punched and scratched. After the first week she realised the more she fought the more he got off and enjoyed it. Now she pretended it wasn't happening. Counted the cracks in the ceiling. Counted the beams in the attic. Or she let her mind leave her body and imagined herself on a deserted island somewhere hot that was her favourite the one she escaped to most often. God she hated her life and wanted it to end!
"C'mon Zo you don't mean that."
"I really do." she said blandly. No life in her tone. Just shoot me or stab me or poison me. Please. I don't wanna live!"
"I'm being nice to you aren't I?" he asked. "I treat you well?"
"You keep me here against my will and you…." she breathed heavily to dispel the images. "Look just kill me. You want me happy then do that!"
She had no choices here either. He picked what she wore. What she ate. When she went to bed and got up. If she brushed her teeth. When she showered and even gave her timed bathroom breaks. The door always open. He had to watch her all the time. Full on voyeurism. She had to ask permission to leave the room. To sit down. He even went mad if she coughed or sneezed without asking! She was really starting to lose her mind
"Maybe you will feel better after eating something."
That was her prompt. They went into the kitchen and he sat and watched as she made a meal. she had refused at first. What did he do? Beat her. It was just easier now to just comply.
"So when is your birthday?" he asked as she stirred a pan slowly. She had to be careful not to burn anything, she had first and what did he do?…..you get the picture.
"June." she lied.
He smiled. "Same as mine! We should have a party. Just the two of us."
His eyes burned with something that scared her. Something she saw in his eyes every night at bedtime. She didn't care about birthdays and parties!"
"What do you think Zoey?" he asked angry she hadn't responded.
She knew the response he wanted. "Sounds good." she knew to respond to certain questions in certain ways. If she wanted to avoid being hit.
She set a meal down in front of him.
"Can I go in my room for a while?" she asked.
"No sit down and eat with me!" he demanded. "You have no privileges for trying to escape again. You are to stay by my side from now on!"
She exhaled. Sat down and picked at her food.
"ZOEY!" he warned.
She forked some noodles around her fork and placed them in her mouth. Chewed woodenly without tasting them and forced herself to swallow. Her throat ached and her mouth was dry.
"I want a roast for tomorrow. I'll go out and get the stuff!"
She was his private slave. She did everything for him. Cooked his food. Washed his clothes. Ironed. Sorted his baths. She had no choice. She had to do it. If she didn't he beat her. If she did it wrong he beat her. Sometimes when he was in a bad mood he beat her for no reason at all. Then again who needed a reason when you're a psychopath? Plus after all these beatings she was still made to do it. So she may as well just skip the beating and do it right? Self preservation told her to do it!
"How about I give you tonight off huh? That will cheer you up?" he suggested smiling at his kindness to her.
She shrugged.
His eyes darkened. Zoey realised it had been the wrong thing to do.
"So you reject me kind offer?" he fumed. His hands had clenched to fists on the table.
She had never seen him so angry so quickly! "NO I'm very thankful!"
He pushed his plate to the floor violently and she jumped as it shattered. His face was contorted with rage.
Her mouth was open slightly and she was breathing heavily fear emanated from every pore of her body.
"Look at that mess!" he yelled. "Clean it up!"
She looked at him wearily. She was too scared to go anywhere near him. She hesitated.
"DON'T make me tell you twice!" he screamed.
Her heart pounded erratically. She was seriously scared! She had to find some of that arrogant belligerence she used to have at the beginning bit it had fled leaving terror in it's place.
"I WON'T ASK YOU AGAIN!" he warned fists twitching on the table.
She went to get the brush.
He shook his head. "Hands and knees!" he demanded.
She walked over staying as far away from his as possible. Made she faced him at all times. She never turned her back on him. Went down to her knees. Moved the broken porcelain.
He moved quickly grabbed the back of her neck.
"Next time I offer you something nice you'll take it with a smile won't you?" he hissed
Zoey nodded.
"WHAT?" he asked.
"Yeah I will!" she said voice shaking.
"What else?"
"I'm really sorry!" she told him.
He shook his head. "I don't think you are!" forced her face down into the food and broken porcelain on the floor. Rubbed it hard. The shards poked and cut her face. Zoey felt anger build. Felt her heartbeat quicken and pound. He released her head.
"Make sure it's cleaned up properly. Clean yourself up too. Your disgusting!" he spat with disdain.
The last 3 months of anger just exploded inside her. She had, had enough! Her breathing heavy she got up and launched at his back. It was the last time he humiliated her like that! She rained blows over the back of his head. He flinched and turned. She hit his face. Her hands flying at so much speed they were a blur.
"ZOEY YOU'LL BE SORRY YOU HIT ME GIRL!" he roared. Caught her fists and twisted them. She raised her knee and just missed hitting his crotch. She wasn't feeling pain she was out of it. She wrenched her hands free and began hitting out again.
He grabbed her forcefully. His hands were wrapped tightly around her neck.
(X)
All was quiet. The birds had flew away outside leaving a peaceful stillness in their wake. The garden was eerily silent. Nothing broke the tranquil hush. The scene inside was a big difference to the serene view outside. Broken glass, shards of splintered wood lay on the floor. The walls and floor had blood splattered and specked all around. Along with the remnants of food and items Zoey had vainly used to try and protect herself. The commotion inside had been that of wild people. Glasses had been thrown and shattered. The scrapes of chairs and tables against the floor. Screaming and grunting as blows were traded while the people fought for supremacy. The kitchen was a wreck.
It seemed like Zoey was going to get her wish. She had wished that he would kill her and he very nearly had. She was in a very bad way. Her blood splattered up the walls. She was bleeding from her nose and lip. She lay unmoving amongst the chaos. Her eyes were closed and every so often she twitched. Her breathing was shallow. She lay awkwardly although she felt no discomfort. A broken piece of wood lay beside her, that too had her blood sprayed all over it. After he had hurt his hands with the force of his blows he had ripped the leg off the chair and used that. He had choked her so hard she had blacked out for a second. She came to and found he had tossed her on the kitchen table and was struggling with his jeans. She had thrown plates and cups at him. Hit him with her hands and feet but it had been futile. She hadn't been able to escape what was coming. He had simply smiled at her. He had enjoyed this fight far too much. She had fought and kicked during. Scratched and punched wildly he loved every moment and she hated every pain filled humiliating second of it. He had roared as fulfilment had claimed him. He had tried to leave her after that but she was so full of loathing that she launched at him once again. Desperate to kill him. That was when he grabbed the chair. After he had beaten her with the chair leg she had simply given up. She felt grateful for unconsciousness coming to claim her. Now she wished to die. Death was a welcome respite to this. The constant fear, pain and self disgust.
"Zoey I told you to get up and clean this place!" he hissed, walking back into the kitchen.
Zoey hadn't moved or spoke in reply.
"Zoey?" he finally realised that she hadn't moved.
He was on his knees by her side and rolled her so she was lain on her back. He frowned, his face full of pain and guilt. When he saw her bruised and bloody face.
A/N will this make him change his mind and let her go? Keep reading x
