Beck's POV I looked around me and slowly became numb. What was this place and what the hell was Roger trying to do? I looked over at Jade and saw a hopeless, scared expression that I imagined matched mine. I squeezed her hand hoping to get a reaction and she just stayed still. I heard Roger walk up behind us and clear his throat. I turned around, expecting to see a smug smirk on his face but what I saw was an empty face. It was like he was feeling every emotion and no emotion at all. Jade came back to reality long enough to turn and face Roger. "What the hell is this place?" I demanded. "This is your new home." Roger replied.
Dumbfounded, I spoke before thinking. "No, it's not! I'm not living here with you." Roger reached out and grabbed Jade by her hair and yanked her forward towards him. He pulled out a knife and held it to her neck. "Fine. I'll let you go but your little friend can stay here with me and practice holding her breath for the rest of eternity." Tears fell from Jade's gorgeous blue orbs as her mind woke up. How could this ma-thing be so cold-hearted and just all out evil. It didn't make sense. "No. Leave her alone. I'll stay. Just please, let her go! I swear, I'll stay!" I pleaded with panic in my voice.
Roger looked from me to Jade and back to me. "Don't try any funny stuff. I have nothing to lose and I won't hesitate to go too far." He warned. He tightened his grip on Jade one last time, I guess as a further warning and dropped her to the ground. I was ordered to stay where I stood. I looked down at Jade as more tears fell from her beautiful face and she stumbled to her feet. Before she could fully stand up, Roger grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her over to one of the doors and opened it. He pulled out his gun and ordered me to walk into what revealed to be the bathroom.
I did as I was told and walked into the solid white, plain bathroom. It wasn't grungy looking but it wasn't fancy either. It looked like a bathroom in any other empty middle class house, which was why it looked so scary. Jade was pushed into the bathroom and Roger stood in the doorway. "Open the cabinet." I reached down and opened the sink cabinet and saw a camping rope and a link chain that looked be about 3 and a half feet long. I pulled it out and looked back to Roger, confused. "Tie her up with it." I dropped the stuff that I was holding. "No. Fuck you. I'm not go-" Roger cocked his gun and held it to the back of Jade's head. My heart fell six feet underground as I layed my eyes on her petrified face.
"Okay. I'll do it." Roger walked forward, still holding the gun to the back of Jade's head and made her lay on the cold floor, facedown and made me tie her legs together. He grabbed a paper towel and opened the cabinet and ordered me to take out a roll of duct tape that I didn't see earlier for some reason. I pulled it out and tried not to cry as he made me tape her mouth shut and tape her hands together behind her back. Lastly, he made me lift her backwards and wrap the chain around her cold body and back against the wall. I had to lock the chain to the towel rack above her. I felt someone went deep into my mind and found a list of my worst fears and magnified them by ten. I was just forced to tie up and chain my girlfriend of three years, to a towel rack inside if a bathroom, in a cabin deep in the woods by a man that hs been raping me since I was 6 years old.
Never in all of my sixteen years did I ever think that someone could be so evil. I thought that it had to zero out at some point but it looked like that was never gonna happen, at least not to Roger.
-2 hours later-
"Jade has been tied up in the bathroom for 2 hours, 15 minutes and twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine seconds. I want to kill Roger. I want to take his neck by my hands and squeeze it until his blood pools around my feet. Jade, MY JADE, is tied up in the bathroom like a pig and I'm the one that did it. Maybe I AM crazy. Maybe I was meant to have such a horrible life because...well just because I'm me. I'm the one who's been getting raped by my own stepfather since I was six years old. I'm the one who is now 16 and it's still happening and now...now I'm the one who got Jade thrown into this. If only I had been more of a man and stood up to Roger. Jade would be at home safe and sound.
How can she love such a coward like me? How can something so beautiful be tied together with something so hideous as myself? How could I have been so fucked as to the point that I got her kidnapped by a rapist?
I guess that my face was showing how deep in thought I was because Roger walked over to me and tapped my knee with his. I looked up at him but...his face...it looked al most...kind of...caring? "Are you okay?" He asked in a somewhat caring voice. I stumbled over some words in my brain before deciding on a few that I liked. "Umm...I guess so." I answered confused. "I have to pee." I wanted to get to Jade to make sure that she was still okay. When I left the bathroom, her face had lost all emotion. My poor baby. I hope she doesn't hate me. After what I was forced to do to her, she might not feel so loving towards me. Hopefully Roger's slight sympathy has some range or he's forgotten about the fact that Jade's still in the bathroom.
He grabbed my hand and forced me off of the couch and over to the "kitchen" and grabbed a chain and tied it around my ankle. He then wrapped the chain around his hand and yanked me over to the door of the cabin. We walked outside and around to the back of the cabin. Everything about this forest looked like horror and death. I quickly realized what Roger's intentions were for me so I tried not to fall over as he lead me to a random spot outside and stood behind me.
The sick bastard reached his arms around me and unzipped and unbuttoned my pants and slid them down to my knees. He slid my underwear down and then he grabbed my penis. I jumped a little at the abrupt invasion and tried to recover as best as I could. I closed my eyes and let the unrine trickle out. I've come to accept the fact that my body is no longer mine. It belongs to Roger. When you've lost the priviledge of being able to urinate on your own, you just give up.
I-WE finished peeing and went back inside. I walked over to the couch and was about to sit down when Roger's hand all of a sudden found its way onto my shoulder. I shuddered at the touch and stood still as a statue. After feeling that hand on my shoulder for over 10 years, I know what's coming next."
Thanks for reading. Again, I owe a thousand thanks to Vik. Without her, this chapter would be all over the place. If there are anymore grammer mistakes, BLAME HER! In case Vik is reading this...LOVE YOU, VIK. Heheheee...O.O (Read and Review.)