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Chapter Three

My head was screaming at me. Telling me to run and hide. But my body protested in every way it possibly could. I went to move my legs back down the stairs, but they wouldn't move. I went to scream for help, but when I opened my mouth no sound escaped. I wasn't only trapped inside this house, but I was also trapped inside my own body. I had all the time in the world to think, but I couldn't manage to think about my Charlie or my mother. It hurt too much to know that they both are probably worried sick about me, and that Charlie has most if not all the western continental United States looking for me.

I had no idea how long I have been in this basement. My skin was dry, even dryer then it was when I was in the middle of the desert. I ran my fingers through my hair feeling my way through the knots. I started rubbing my eyes and felt mascara on my eye lashes. I know I didn't have any on before I left, I never wore make up. I looked down and saw that I was in skinny jeans and a tight knit long sleeve shirt. With that thought everything clicked. Someone played dress up with me, and I hadn't even known it. I was unconscious to the point where someone was able to come down and treat me like a toy doll. I was furious.

I didn't want to listen. I didn't have the need to even be on the fifth step of this stairwell. I went to turn around, and the loud crashing noise of the door hitting the wall made me jump out of my skin.

"Don't you dare move." His voice was different. Calming yet furious. I recolonized it from the other day when I heard voices speaking above me. I saw his shadow castes from behind me. He was shorter then the last guy. His hair looked roughly spiked. I went to turn around to see who he was when a sharp pain grabbed a hold of my arm. I realized it was his had squeezing me.

"I told you not to move. If your not going to listen I can and will kill you without thinking twice about it." I felt his cold breathe breathing down my neck, sending chills down my spine. I just nodded my head in response to what he just told me. I was scared again. My body was shaking uncontrollably to the point where I didn't even notice him slipping a blindfold over my eyes. He grabbed my hand and lead me up the stairs. If I fell I would put money on it that he would just let my body drag across the floor.

"Sit" he demanded as soon as we got to his destination.

"No." I refused and I could hear his breathing pick up.

"I'll give you one more chance before I make you sit. If I were you I would listen to what I am telling you." He was furious. But I wasn't giving in. He picked up on it quick, and threw my body to the floor what felt like feet away from the chair. I couldn't move even if I wanted to. I was weak, and it felt like my rib managed to chip. Tears were streaming out of my eyes damping the blindfold. He came up behind me. Confirming my thoughts by dragging me across the room.

"Are you gonna sit?" I simply shook my head and sat down in the wooden chair. I felt my arms being forced behind me, binned by a wool rope.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I could barely breathe without choking on the question.

"I'm not doing this, you did this to yourself." he laughed and I heard him taking steps towards me. I sharp sting connected to my cheek. I knew it was his hand, but I refused to believe it. "First rule, Don't speak unless spoken to, or told to. Do you understand me."

I nodded my head.

"I need you to say it." He was twirling my hair in the palm of his hands.

"Yes, Sir." I spat through my teeth.

"Now I need you to answer a set of questions for me, do you think you could do that?" He sounded sincere enough, but I wasn't falling for it.

"Like you give me the choice." He gathered my hair in his hands and yanked it back as hard as he could nearly giving me whiplash.

"What was rule number one? Say it. Out loud." My hair was still in his hands, and my body was crying out in pain.

"Don't. Speak. Unless. Told so. Or Spoken. To." He released my hair then. I head a chair being dragged towards me.

He took off my blind fold, and the light penetrated through my eyes. I was trying to adjust to the florescence but that's when I saw him. He looked like a God sitting across for me. He sat backwards on the chair, and his eyes looked directly into mine. "Are you ready?" I shook my head knowing that I had no other choice.

He started off with the easy questions. What my name was. How old I was. Why I was here. What my favorite color was. I was too scared to lie to him so I didn't. I knew if I did it would come back to haunt me in the long run. He was throwing questions at me left and right, and I was answering them as they came to my mind.

"Who's Phil?"

"H-h-how do you know that name?" I was terrified to ask that question, especially to him. His eyes became onyx. I saw him raise his hand. Flinching away. He took a breathe and rested it upon his knee.

"Moving on." His voice was tight, but I wasn't done. He knew Phil without me even telling him. "Are you a virgin"

"Yes"

"How many boyfriends have you had?"

"None."

"Were through for the day. Do you have any logical questions for me?"

I couldn't help my attitude that escaped from my mouth. "How the hell do you know a Phil was associated with me?" I glared at him. Wanting to know the truth. I needed to know the truth.

"That's for me to know, and for you to never find out Isabella." He smiled a crooked smile. He grabbed a hold of my neck, and the last thing I remember was seeing black.

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