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"I need to go to the bathroom Dane."

He sat against the wall crouched down with his thumb in his mouth biting the edge. He's been sitting there for an hour staring at nothing but mumbling a couple of words I could barely hear. Hes been acting a little more weird lately and its been freaking me out.

I cough, "...Dane?"

"What?!" he yells.

I jump and scoot back against the wall. "I need to use the bathroom." I squeak

He groans and gets up, he forcefully pulls me by the arm "Don't try anything funny, or I'll kill you" he whispers.

I struggle against his grip and try to walk with him following right behind me.

I noticed a door and a entrance to the stairs leading up; we had to be in the basement. Maybe in his home?

We stop at the door on the left and he opens it pushing me in. I look at him waiting for him to close the door.

"What?"

"The door?"

"I'm not closing the door, sweetie. Go on and use the bathroom"

I breathe in deeply, "Could you at least turn the other way?"

He nods and turns around.

I quickly drop my pants and sit down. I've been holding it in for almost a day. And I certainly did not trust him to take me to the restroom until now. I just couldn't hold it anymore.

I hadn't been able to take in the surroundings but the restroom was plain, white and cold with a small window on top. Maybe just maybe I can break it whenever I have the chance and yell for help.

"Hurry up" he interrupts my thoughts.

I quickly get up and flush the toilet before washing my hands.

Abruptly he turns around and grabs my arm, dragging me back into the room.

As usual he tightens the ropes around my wrists and feet, "I got to go I'll be back."

He leaves locking at least two locks behind him. I waited at least five minutes before I began to struggle against the ropes, trying to take them off. This was my chance. Despite the threats he has given me, I had to take a chance. I am not going to spend the rest of my days stuck here and die without a fight. I pull my hands down trying to take the ropes off my wrists against the headboard of the bed. I bite on the rope. Yes. The rope starts to move, that asshole didn't tie them tight enough. Once the rope slip off my wrists I quickly take off the ropes from my ankles. This is it, I am free. Well not just yet.

The room is quiet,my heart beats unbearably fast. I hyperventilate as I reach the door and place my ear against, listening to see if he's still there. Quiet. Too quiet. I take a deep breath and try to open the door. Locked. The locks are clearly on the other side maybe if I kick it, it will open?

I move back before kicking the door, Ugh. Nothing.

I kick it again, this time a lock from the other side moves.

I kick again, something falls off the door but it is still locked.

I kick again and again till I grow weary, probably kicking for 10 or 15 minutes I give up and slide down to the floor. I can't do this, I'm to weak. Never in my life have I been strong, I can barely lift a 10 pound dumbbell without feeling like my arm is about to give out before cramping up. I wonder if my mom is looking for me right now? What would my friends say? Pfft, they would say 'oh Susan such a sweet and responsible girl, she would never leave on her own.' Of course they would.

I place of my head in between my legs. Never in a million years would I think that something like this, would ever happen to me. Me, I was good a girl my whole life. Always listened to my parents, did my chores my homework in high school. Sure I may have lied about having a boyfriend or two but I never did drugs. I hardly drink and stick to myself. What did I do to deserve this? I'm doing my basics in my local community college, I'm trying to finish as soon as possible to transfer to a university. Why me. I try to hold in the tears as they rolled down my cheeks. But it was too late I was fully bawling my eyes out. I hated crying, I tried to avoid as much as possible.

I can do this. Forcefully I push myself up and decide I might as well try one more time before I give up for good. I walk backwards, getting a good distance between the door and I before I ran. With the little energy I have left I run foreword. Finally the door slams open, the remaining locks fall the ground.

Without hesitation I run down the hall and race up the stairs leading up to a locked door. I tried twisting the knob but it wouldn't budge. I kick the door, it didn't even move this one had to have multiple locks on it. I run back down the stairs to the restroom. I climb on the dirty sink, crap. The small window is caged. But I could see a couple of houses far away despite the window being clouded. I had to be in the country somewhere?

I get off the sink, I wanted to cry but couldn't. I felt empty inside as if there were no water in me. Whatever tears I had left in me I cried it all out. Maybe I was dehydrated? I don't know but I was stuck and I had no idea what would happen to me.

Suddenly there is noise at the top of the stairs, I quickly get off the sink and run back to the room.

I hear the door open and close.

Crap. He'll know that I opened door, the locks were open. I didn't know what to do, I had to fight back. I grab the glass cup he left out side the door and hide behind the door. I prayed for god to be by my side.

I hear him chuckle behind the closed door, snickering as he touched the loose locks. He opens the door and I struck his head with the cup. He curses as he falls to the ground.

I ran out but fail to notice his hand reaching out. He grabbed a hold of my ankle. I trip. He grabs my calf and pulls me towards him.

"You think you can run!" He grunts.

"I can't breathe.." I struggle against his grip around my throat.

He lets go, his blood curling eyes were staring at me, I was getting goosebumps all over my body, "What did I say was going to happen to you if you try to escape"

I close my eyes and look away. Suddenly I feel his teeth biting my neck. I yell.

"Open your eyes" he yells

I do.

"I told I would hurt you." he whispers, his voice linger in my ears.

He yanks my shirt off and kisses me. I try to push him away but couldn't. I felt so weak, all my energy was gone from fighting him. He forcefully opens my mouth and slips in his tongue. I couldn't help but kiss him back. His right hand takes my pants off and rubs his finger inside my underwear. I try to fight him off.

I could feel his smile against my lips. He pulls my hair as he tried to take off his pants.

"You're...mine Susan."

I tug on his hair as he licks my chest, "You are so beautiful" he whispers. He continued fingering me before placing his two fingers in his mouth, slowly licking and knowingly before me to see. I didn't know what to feel, I tried to block everything out, ignore what he was doing.

My hand roams his bare chest quickly admiring his perfectly sculptured body before I tried to push him off me. I didn't know what had come over me, but I wanted him to get off me..I didn't even know who this guy was. His left hand grips tightly on my thigh and his thrusts become harder and faster that I barely comprehend what I was doing. I could only roll my head to the side and take him in. I tried to detach myself with what was happening. His eyes were piercing right through me seeing my reaction as he tried to pleasure me, never leaving my sight. I tried to think of home, of all the homework I was missing and how I was going to make up for this semester.

The eerie room was filled with my gasps and his moans as the sun had begun to go down.

I don't know how long it had been but he suddenly stopped before he could cum. He looks at me. Something changed and his bright blue eyes seemed so dark. "I have to go" he says.