I don't know how long it's been since he last left maybe an hour or two, I've been running scenarios in my head on how to escape but each of them ended up with possibility of me dead.

I hear a soft knock as he opens the door revealing the hem of his shirt covered in red splotches; blood maybe? I immediately close my eyes.

"are you awake?" I can feel his breath on my face.

I weakly nod and turn my head away.

"Here" he lifts my head and gives me water.

I choke and spit it at his face.

He doesn't move, just throws the empty cup across the room and suddenly yanks my hair back before pressing his lips against my neck.

"Let me go" I cry.

He takes a whiff, "You smell so...good" he licks my neck and this time pulls my hair harder. I thought my neck was going to snap in half.

I struggle underneath him.

He kisses my neck,

"Get your hands of me!" I yell.

He pulls back and stares at me, quietly he says, "You are mine.."

His voice so cold and soulless it sent shivers down my spine. A sensation that left me helpless, this was it.

It seemed like it was only yesterday I was walking to the bus stop that was only 5 minutes away from my shared apartment before he took me. I wonder if my roommates was looking for me, my parents, the police? Maybe I was on the news?

Maybe this was it, I had no where to go and I was going to die.

He pushed me back on the bed before lifting his shirt off revealing his bare chest. I try to ignore him and close my eyes again.

He kisses my neck again while his other hand tightens around my thigh, he lifts my shirt up and tried to rip my bra right off but failed. He grunts and drops his body against mine. I struggled underneath his weight.

Again he tried to rip off my bra and is successful. My breasts were exposed and instantly he started kissing and squeezing them lightly. "God," he whispers.

"Please" my breath was becoming heavy "..let me go"

Lightly pecking them, he begins to gently bite them. I try pulling his hair to get him off me, but it made him only bite harder.

"Stop"

He grabs my face and pulls me so close to him, I could feel him right through his pants.

"Susan, oh Susan" he whispers. His tongue traces my bottom lip. "You're never getting the fuck out of here, and if you keep begging me to let you go. Maybe just maybe I will really make you mine" he grunts as he suddenly grabs my middle area and digs a finger through my jeans trying to press his thumb inside of me.

I gasp.

"Understand?"

I nod.

"Good, call me Dane. You are going to be here for a while."