"Um...w-what do I call you then?" I asked nervously, twining my folk around the plate as I ate the lasagne he had prepared for me. He sat across the table from me, his eyes focused on me entirely. He thought for a moment, trying to come up with something. I chewed on another bit of lasagne as he began tapping his fingers against the wooden surface of the table, trying to think. Then once I looked back up at him from my plate his eyes still on me. "Well, how about for now...a made up name." It seemed to be portrayed as a question but it was actually more of a request. I gulped my lasagne down, suddenly frightened of what was to come. "How about, Dark?"
"Dark?" He nodded with a devious smile. "O-ok." I confirmed. The name he chose was incredible weird. Out of all the names he could have chosen he chose that one and that wasn't even a name, it was a word! Dark. Mind you, it sounded quite catchy and once I looked into his eyes I knew straight away it suited him. He totally went with his expression and body language, as if the word was made for him. That's all I'd ever know him as...Dark.
Once I had finished eating the lasagne that he had cooked me, afterwards he dumped my plate into the sink, turning back round to face me. His lips parted as if he was about to say something but the sound of footsteps alerted the both of us and I whipped my head, glancing over my shoulder to where the footsteps announced from. A tall figure stood in the doorway of the kitchen and again my heart began to pound like a adrenaline. I looked up at the face of the tall figure. He had dark brown hair, not pure black like Dark's. His lips were a pale white like he needed hell of a lot of water. His chest was heaving, his breathing loud and heavy as if he had ran a marathon. His eyes were a dark brown to match his hair, his skin white but not pale like Dark's. "Well, well, she awakes!" He scoffed, tilting his head. I swallowed hard. He walked over to me but didn't touch me, instead he dumped a heavy bag he was carrying onto the table where I sat. I glanced over at Dark who was just switching glances between me and the man. "Why is she down here?" The man asked him, glaring at him with warning in his eyes. He didn't look at me, just kept his eyes on Dark. Dark just shrugged, "She was hungry so I done her some food."
The man scoffed, "Are you fucking about with me?"
Dark just shook his head, leaning against the kitchen counter, not one bit of fright in his eyes. "Nope."
The man just glared at him but Dark took no notice, glancing down at me, a hint of a smile in his eyes. "P-please, I-I want to go home." I said, hugging myself, glancing from Dark to the strange man standing beside the table.
The man looked down at me, anger in his eyes. "You ain't going home." He replied firmly, gritting his teeth. "You're staying here whether you fucking like it or not and if you don't shut that fucking trap of yours I'll shut it for you!" He growled. I flinched away from him, the trembling in my body only getting the better of me. That's when I heard Dark interrupt, "Oi, take it easy."
"You can shut the fuck up...taking her down here and fucking cooking for her, I mean, what the fuck is wrong with you!?"
"She was hungry! What fucking use is she to us if she ends up dying from starvation!?" Dark said loud but firmly, his jaw tightening. In the end the man lost his temper and before I could move, his hands were gripped on my arms, pulling me up from the chair and away from the kitchen table. I began screaming and kicking him hysterically. "Get off me!" I felt one of his hands raise from one of my arms to my neck as if he was going to strangle me. My eyes met Darks as I scrambled in the man's grip. "Please, let me go! Let me go!"
"You don't need to do that! Leave her!" Dark began yelling at him but the man took no notice and his lips were at my ear. "Fidgeting is only gonna make it worse, sweetheart...Imagine how much harder you'll make it when I'll be trying out my new tricks." My heart was pounding. He was talking about trying to get into my panties! His mouth disgusted me, as if brainwashing me. I began breathing hard from my countless screams. "Please! You're hurting me! Please! Please!" Dark gave up in trying to tell him otherwise and just turned his back on us, letting him drag me out of the kitchen. The man dragged me up the stairs towards a door. I figured it was the door that led to what was now my prison. He pushed the door open as Dark had maybe left it unlocked and chucked me in. I collapsed with a loud thud onto a cold carpeted floor, my skin growing cold from the cold air. I felt a tear streams from my eye and roll down my cheek.
I burried my face into the floor, my legs exhausted from the countless times I had been kicking and screaming to be released from his grip. I peered up and the man just stood in the door way, looking down at me, his jaw tight. He's said nothing and just slammed the door. I quickly stood up and ran back over to the door, my hand gripping aggressively onto the handle, trying to open it but I heard the sound of him quickly turning the lock form the other side, locking me in and afterwards thudding hurriedly down the stairs. I just gave up then, my chest heaving. After a moment I leaned my head against the cold surface of the door and shut my eyes closed. "Please let me go home." I whispered, even though he had already locked the door and thudded back down the stairs. Later that night I stood by the window, looking out at the night sky, admiring the shining stars that shone above me. I really wanted to just open the window and run as fast as I could into that night, starry distance. I thought about Caroline and Wendi, what they would have done once they noticed I had vanished, what they would have said or thought. Some part of me even wondered if they believed I could have been abducted. I almost cried once my mind flashed to my parents. My mum, my Dad and what they would have been thinking or doing right now. I nearly cried in agony, feeling a gutting feeling in my throat when I thought about them at home, crying over me. My Dad and Mum were always so protective over me and something like this was enough to set them over the edge. They probably wouldn't let me go clubbing ever again even though after being kidnapped has now put me right off it.
Straight away I was missing my friends, my parents. Even though the place looked quite well made and homely, it still didn't change my fears of what was to come. Even though the man who kidnapped me, Dark, promised me he wouldn't hurt me in any way I still couldn't make the fear die away from my mind. My instinct occasionally continued to warn me about his presence downstairs, yelling at me to be prepared if the strange man comes storming back up. I was terrified he was just gonna stride in and rape me and kill me. All I could do was think the worst of everything, my mind racing repeatedly, still trying to work things over, still trying to plan some sort of escape but no matter how hard I tried I knew it was no use. There was no escape, no where to hide, nothing. I might as well give up. Nothing. Nothing at all. I was stuck, trapped, unless else.
My eyes snapped open to a cold, wide room. My head ached, my legs numb from underneath my. I found myself twisting in the covers of the double bed and tried to recap the night before. I prayed I hadn't been raped but I immediately remember and sighed in relief remembering no attack as such apart from being tugged harshly up the stairs. I sat up, drinking in the sun that shone through the window, lighting up the room delightfully. It was the first thing that had made me feel warmth and happiness since I had first been dumped in the room. For a second I almost felt as if I was home. I suddenly heard a click and turned to look over at the door. The lock slowly turned and my breathing hitched. OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD!
The door opened and Dark quickly stepped in, locking the door from behind him and turning back round to face me. I backed up until my body was pressed up against the head board of the bed, my legs shaking madly. "I'm sorry about last night." He's apologising to me? I wanted to reply but I had no idea what to say. I mean, what do you say to a kidnapper who apologises to you? "It's ok." I murmured. Dark crossed the room and walked round to bed, his eyes never leaving mine. He began studying me carefully, his eyes running up and down my body. "Do you want a shower?"
I nodded, "Y-yes please." He held out his hand kindly and I hesitantly took it, "What about that other man?" I asked, backing away a little as he took my hand. Dark shook his head, "Don't worry, he's out for the day." I let out a breath of relief, letting him lead me to the door and unlocking it, letting me out. He walked me downstairs and up to the bathroom door where he led me in and began turning on the shower. I stood in the door frame, watching him grab a light blue towel from a nearby cupboard and place it on the ground by the bath tub. He turned to face me, giving me a hesitant smile. "Thank you." I smiled up at him and he returned it immediately. "I err...have to keep the door a jar open...just in case." He warned and I nodded, "Ok."