Darcy is the last random character to be added into this *throws up hands* I aplogize! they arent OCS or anything, just random background characters. What would be a good kidnap fic without villains to put our poor Marky through hell?

Mark pov:

A week after I decided to hatch my plan, I began with step one. Figuring out when Jason would leave me alone down here. Luckily for me, it didn't take long for him to start. I got my chance when he got to his feet one day after watching me scribble on the same piece of paper for three hours.

"Youre so boring today, Marky… but I suppose I can't complain… you've been such a good boy these days. I guess youre excited to spend forever with me, huh?" he walked over to me, pulling me into his arms.

I felt myself tense, but relaxed before he could notice. I had to play along. I had to gain his trust. This was for Roger, I reminded myself over and over again. I held my breath. He smelled like hair gel and cheap cologne. The awful kind.

"Me and Marky… forever and ever…" he murmured, tipping my chin up. He began leaving kisses on my face, and neck. It took everything I had to not slap him. I wanted to vomit. Thankfully, he stopped, but not before pulling me in closer, and kissing me deeply on the lips. As soon as he let me go, and his back was turned, I wiped my face off quickly, and gagged to myself silently.

"I'm gonna go make us a nice lunch. It may take me awhile. Id lock you in your room, but I think you've earned a little freedom." he smirked. "Don't think you can get away with anything though, sweetie… the upstairs door is gonna be bolted. Have fun scribbling… don't miss me too much…" I stood there, livid, as he climbed the stairs, and shut the door behind him. However, my heart soared when I knew I was alone.

I waited for a minute before I ran towards the tool room. I turned the knob, wincing as it was locked. What did I expect? Jason was pretty dim, but even he was smarter than that. I looked around, and spotted a bobby pin on the floor in the corner. Remembering the first time Roger taught me how to pick my parent's front door lock in Scarsdale to sneak in after he took me to my first concert, I grinned a little as I was able to get the tool room open in a few minutes. I let the memory take me away from this awful place, even just for a few seconds.

"Roger, i'm gonna get caught!" I whined, crossing my arms impatiently as Roger stood on my front step with me. He wore his usual cool smile, and rested a hand on my shoulder.

"Marky, relax! I got this… watch…" He removed a bobby pin from his pocket, and slipped it inside the lock. "Now… watch me." I observed every step he whispered to me, and pretty soon, my front door clicked open quietly. I heard my parents snoring upstairs. I had gotten away with it!

Before he left, I had turned to him with a smile. "Thanks Rog…" I whispered. I went to my first concert that night. A warehouse full of screaming, loud people, and even louder music, but Roger had given me a beer and kept his arm around me the whole time, and honestly, it was the most fun I had ever had. He smiled at me.

"No problem, dork…" he lifted me up in a bear hug. I returned it with a giggle, and he ruffled my hair before walking down the driveway, and heading back home. I gave one final wave before retreating inside, my heart racing, and my cheeks scorched red. Roger Davis was the coolest teenager I had ever met, and damn, he drove me fucking crazy. Even if I was like a kicked puppy that followed him around, he was my hero.

I stepped into the tool room, and glanced around.

A few shelves stood at the back, but a variety of gardening tools and other sharp objects hung on the walls. I started surveying my options. What would I be able to carry out easily? what could get that grate off quick enough? I began a quick search of everything. I soon smiled as I opened a drawer of a tool box in the corner, and discovered a small black crowbar. Perfect. Now that I had my pry tool, I glanced around for anything else that would help me. I swiped a sharp box cutter from the edge of a shelf. Jason wouldnt miss it. Besides, if things went wrong, I would need a way to defend myself.

I understood the risks. If Jason caught me, there would be no questions. Id be killed. However, death sounded like a frolic through a meadow when the other choice was spending the rest of my life as his sick little selected husband. I had a soulmate, and he was in the loft right now, probably going crazy from my absence. When I got back home, I owed him a nice dinner, and a lot of reassurance.

I locked the tool room behind me, boxcutter tucked securely under the waistband of my boxers with the rest of my escape plan papers. I had to be careful about what was left where, because who knows, Jason could get sense out of nowhere, and check my room. The bobby pin was with my stuff too. Now that I had a good idea of what was where in the tool room, I looked around. Seeing Jason wasn't back yet, I scribbled more to my map, and put the location of the crowbar down. I was about to look for the flashlight he kept down here somewhere when I heard the door click open. I hid everything in my pants quickly once more.

"Marky? not getting impatient down here, are we?" Jason cooed, and I resisted the urge to snarl.

"Me? never!" I called back, forcing a smile as his head poked down to look at me.

"What a good boy. I wont be much longer, babe…" he closed the door again, and I looked down, ashamed. I felt like a child whenever he talked to me, and I hated it.

I snapped out of my daze. Flashlight, flashlight, flashlight. I began rummaging through a few drawers. Upon finding nothing, I cursed under my breath. I was about to search the last cabinet it could possibly be in when I heard the upstairs door open. Jumping back, and pretending to be scribbling on my paper again, I knew the light had to be in there. Now that I had a light, and a pry tool, I just had to wait with some more good behavior. Jason would slip up soon. One night, he would forget to bolt my door, or I would find a way to bust the lock, and then, I would be free. I was so close, I could hardly stand to wait.

"Lunchtime… I made us some nice pasta…" Jason murmured, and I sighed as he placed a plate down in front of me.

"I don't feel well…." I lied. In all reality, if I had to stomach another plate of Jason's cooking, I was gonna hurl. I looked down at my plate. How the hell do you manage to char the tips of noodles?

Jason got to his feet, and rested a hot, sweaty hand on my forehead. "Awww… baby… you are warm…" he shook his head. "But you still need to eat. I spent a long time on this meal."

I wanted to argue so badly. I thought of how close I was to being free from this hell, however, and pushed the thought aside. "Can I eat half, and then sleep? please?" I begged, and Jason finally nodded.

"Okay. But only because you've behaved so nicely today." I blinked, beginning to force down as much of the awful meal as I could. "Oh, and you won't be too lonely for much longer…" he murmured. I looked up.

"Oh? why is that?"

He smiled brightly my way. "You remember my friend Darcy?"

I felt my stomach drop. Darcy Peterson had been one of the scariest, most cruel human beings I have ever met. When I was willingly dating Jason, I ran into him at Brown. He towered even taller than Jason, and was even more fucked up, if that put things into perspective. I pretended to be curious, but my legs were shaking.

"O-oh yeah! D-Darcy…. h-how could I forget? wh-what a character!" I felt dizzy.

"Yeah… he's gonna be moving in. I figured he could be the best man at our wedding… since we are having one." I got to my feet.

"Half of my dinner is done! oh man, I really need to lie down…" I rushed towards my room, and closed the door behind me. I couldn't even make it to my bed. I collapsed on the cement floor, and started to hyperventilate. Marry Jason. Darcy moving in. I had nightmares the rest of the night, Jason and Darcy, beating me, laughing, torturing me, having to marry Jason with Darcy watching. Never making it home to Roger. Was this my life now? No matter how many times I woke up screaming, I couldn't stop having the night terrors. I threw up whatever Jason had fed me in the corner. I curled up under my bed, shaking and crying, until I eventually passed out from panic, or whatever else.