Chapter 5

Twisted Games

*John*

"I've got to get out of here" I say to myself. "Sam's in danger." I've been struggling for hours now but these chains haven't let up on me at all. I keep trying to motivate myself but every time I get less and less of a result. For all I know Caleb could have already gotten to Sam or even… No. I can't afford to think like that. Sam needs me. Sam needs me…

"Caleb!" I shout. "Caleb you son of a bitch! Stay away from Sam!" There's no answer. "I'm the one you want! I'm the one you've got! Just don't hurt her…." My heart is racing, and sweat is pouring down my forehead. I can't help blaming myself for all of this.

Seconds later I hear footsteps walking towards me. I look up to see Caleb standing across the room with a smirk on his face that I knew meant trouble.

"What did you do?" I ask in an angrily tone. "What did you do to Sam?!" Caleb walks over to me still smiling and sets a photograph down on the floor in front of me.

"What's this?" I ask, really not wanting to know the answer. "Why don't you look and find out?"

There's a feeling in my gut that's telling me not to, but I know I have to. I look down at the picture and just like that my heart drops along with my sense of hope. It's a picture of Sam, lying on a bed with her eyes closed, and wearing practically nothing.

"What?" Caleb asks. "Don't like my work?" I'm trying to hold everything in. "You're a sick bastard." I can't even look at it anymore. I could tell Caleb was enjoying every single moment of this.

"Did you take advantage of her?" I can't help but ask. "You mean have sex with her? Rape her?... No. Even though it was tempting." The anger inside is starting to eat me up. "Oh she wanted me John. And I knew that, so… I decided to play along for a while. And somewhere along the way she just happened to lose a few layers… or most of them."

"Shut up!" I yell. "Ohhhh John…" he continues. "And you wouldn't believe what she was packing... her body so perfect. Not one little flaw…" "That's enough!" I scream cutting him off.

"What? Is that murder I see in your eyes?" he asked mockingly. "If you didn't….." I can't even finish that sentence. "Then what did you do with her? Where is Sam?"

Caleb walks over to me. "LIVVIE… is fine. She's a little out of it, but she's fine. And to answer your question… nothing… yet." "I swear if you even touch her!.." he cuts me off again. "She wants this!.. She just needs to remember."

"She's not going to remember! She's not Livvie! When will you get this threw your head!" I can tell something is going through that sick mind of his, and by the look on his face it didn't seem good. "I'll do whatever it takes to make her to remember John… and I think you know that." The look returns to Caleb's face. "Whatever it takes" he repeats.

I'm starting to think about all the worst possible things he could do to Sam, but there's one thing that comes to mind. One horrific scenario that I hoped would never again cross. Caleb starts to walk away, but stops halfway across the room. "Oh and John? Don't think I'll leave you out of all the fun….. After all… the games are just beginning."

"Caleb!" I shout once again.

"Sorry leave you like this but I think you and I both know you can't keep a women waiting."

Caleb once again disappears into the darkness.

Sam. That's all I can think about. She barely survived Caleb the first time around. I can't even imagine what that bastard is planning on doing with her. And I don't think I want to.