He wasn't in the room when I slept last night. I have no idea where he is, but I really needed to pee.

I crossed my legs and occupied my mind to pass by time.

So he has been watching me for months? He's sick. I have no idea what age is or what his name is. I need to find a way out of here. I haven't made it out of the house yet, so I need to change his mind about me.

Last night I had picked at the chain for about an hour and had managed to cause my ankle to bleed during the struggle to remove it.

Okay so that was definitely my fault. I got a little too mad and started trying to pull my ankle out.

I lifted my shirt up and peeled the bandage back. The wound looked better, but it hadn't completely healed yet. There would definitely be a scar there. I placed the bandage back.

Fed up with being stuck in the bed my bladder hurting from being so full I decided to yell for him.

"HEY ASSHOLE, UNLOCK MY CHAIN!" I yelled.

I squinted my eyes and waited for a response. Not a sound was made.

"HELLOOOOOO!" I screamed.

I went quiet again and waited.

Footsteps came to the door and the lock was fondled with before he opened the door and squinted at me.

"I have to pee. Actually, I've had to pee for a long time now."

He walked over to me and dug in his pocket before pulling out the silver key.

I held my hand out expectedly.

He ignored it and pulled my ankle towards him, earning a yelp of pain from me due to him holding the tinder area harshly.

He raised his eyebrows as he observed the bruised area.

"You did that to yourself." He stayed as he unlocked the chain.

"I never said I didn't. Maybe if you wouldn't have chained me up like an animal I wouldn't have tried to get it off." I responded, stretching my legs out and testing my ability to stand up.

"Maybe if you wouldn't have threw a tantrum like a child, and knocked all the glass into the floor, giving me a huge mess to clean up, I wouldn't have had to put you in time out all by yourself."

"Maybe if you wouldn't have kidnapped me and killed my aunt like the psychopath you are, I wouldn't have threw a fit or acted like a child." I growled, standing up.

"Maybe." He said, observing me.

"I'm taking a shower. I need clothes." I stated, glaring at him.

"And a towel." I added.

He nodded, and opened the closet. I headed into the bathroom and waited. He stepped in the bathroom and handed me a pile of clothes. I put them on the large counter and raised my eyebrows.

My bladder was ready to burst any second now.

"Towel?" I questioned quickly.

He walked over to a large black cabinet and opened it, revealing a bunch of nicely folded towels.

"There's shampoo and conditioner in there for you." He added.

"Okay, bye." My bladder was talking at this point, warning me that I was pushing its limits.

"The door stays open."

"Okay."

He needed to go.

"Don't try anything funny."

I nodded quickly waving him bye.

He walked towards the door and exited.

I waited until I couldn't hear his footsteps anymore, then shut the door quietly and locked it, I then quickly used the bathroom, sighing in relief.

I stripped down and removed the bandage, placing it in the trash.

I adjusted the temperature and then stepped inside the large shower. I turned it on and relaxed as the hot water calmed my body.

The doorknob ratted then three loud hits landed on the door.

I groaned.

"Why the hell is this door locked??"

I ignored him as I massaged the rose scented shampoo into my hair and closed my eyes.

I then rinsed it out.

"Jay, open the door." He growled.

"No you perv. Let me have a moment of peace." I responded.

"I'll break this door down." He warned.

"Nothing new." I retorted.

I then heard him ramming his body into the door as I lathered conditioner in my hair calmly.

Literally cannot have a moment of peace.

I began rinsing the conditioner out as I heard the door hit the wall.

I yelped as the shower curtain was jerked to the side unexpectedly.

"Do you think this is a game??!" He yelled.

I covered my breasts with one arms and my lower area with my other.

"Do you??" I yelled back angrily.

He grabbed me by my throat and pushed me against the shower wall, soaking his clothes.

He glared at me as he loosened his grip on my throat, giving my airways air, leading to me coughing.

I glared back, still trying to cover my body and gasping for air.

His face softened as he continued to look at me, studying my face.

"Get out." I demanded, shakily.

"You're beautiful." He commented as he ran the thumb to his free hand across my cheek.

I cleared my throat.

"You're soaking your clothes, and I'm naked. Get out." I said, making my voice more stern and firm.

I sighed in relief as he let go of my neck.

He pulled off his navy blue shirt quickly and threw it out of the shower, closing the curtain. He left his jeans on.

My eyes widened.

"No, get out." I demanded, pushing his broad chest, while trying not to look at his toned stomach.

"Just stop." He whispered, staring at me seriously.

"Why do you fight so much? I know that nobody has ever loved you jay. Why won't you let someone show you what it's like?" He questioned.

My eyes watered.

"Just because nobody has ever loved me doesn't mean I will accept a physcopath who stole me away from my life. I only had two more months until I was 18, and then I could leave. You took that away from me. If you loved me you wouldn't have hurt me, you wouldn't have touched me against my will, and you certainly wouldn't have KIDNAPPED me." I growled.

He grabbed my face and wiped my tears away, searching my eyes.

"There was no other way. You were so dead set on leaving you didn't care about who you met. You don't trust anyone. I had to take you I had no choice."

"Everyone has a choice." I growled.

He frowned and stared at me. He then grabbed my arms and pulled them away from my body, holding them above my head.

"I've seen everything, why do you still hide your body from me??" He continued, not looking at my body.

"Because I'm scared of you." I responded, closing my eyes.

He pulled my wet hair away from my face and leaned into my neck.

"Now that, you should be." He whispered.

He let go of me and left the shower, closing the curtain back behind him.

I sat down on the shower floor as I heard his footsteps leave the bathroom.

I was so confused.

There is no way I can let myself fall for him.

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