Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“Come.” He walks us over to a table and I sit down. We stay there, him talking about himself and how much he knew that I was going to be his for what feels like forever as I try and choke down the sandwich he got for me. I wouldn't have eaten it if the seal had been broken off. It looks like it came from a gas station and it was still cold so there must be one pretty close. I spend the next couple hours listening to him tell me how wonderful our life is going to be together and how he can't wait to make love to me.
I just nod at everything he is saying as I am slowly trying to get my wrists free from my cuffs, under the table but it is no use I am going to have to see if he will loosen them.
“George, these cuffs are hurting me can you loosen them a, little please?” He looks at me suspiciously. “You don't have to take them off just loosen them a little bit, my hands are starting to get tingly.” He nods his head and pulls a key out of his pocket, loosening the cuffs a little. Damn, that was easier than I thought it would be.
The next twenty-four hours go by in a blur. The weirdest thing about the whole situation is that you'd think he would have tried to do something to me, but he hasn't. Maybe, I am starting to get through to him. He brings over something that looks like a cat barfed up and puts it in front of me. My stomach turns, and I run to the bathroom throwing up.
“Are you okay?” He asks as he comes into the makeshift bathroom. I look up at him then down at myself. Thank God, I didn't get it on myself.
“I think I’ll be okay, I don't know what happened.” I stand on shaky legs and almost fall. He roughly pulls me into his arms and tries to hold me close. Just his hands on me make me want to throw up. Again, I push out of his arms and look at him.
“I am kind of tired actually can I go to bed?”
“That's a great Idea. I will finally get to have you in my arms. I’ll make you feel better.” No. Calm your shit Verity, once he is asleep you’ll be able to get the fuck out of here.
“That sounds nice,” I say with a tight smile. Once we are in bed, he falls asleep quickly. I guess kidnapping is tiring. I think, rolling my eyes. I start pulling on my wrists, trying not to make too much movement. I don't want him to wake up. I bite my lip to keep from whimpering as I try as hard as I can to get free. I feel something run down my arm.
Looking up, I can see that I have blood running down my arms from where the cuffs are digging into me. I take a deep breath and yank down almost screaming out as my wrists slip free. I quietly get out of bed and run for the door, only to be yanked back by my hair.
“You aren't going anywhere.” He growls
“Get the fuck off me you bastard. Let me go!” I start to struggle, feeling little pieces of my hair being pulled out. He punches me in the face and everything goes fuzzy. He drags me back into the room and sits me on the chair. As soon as his hands are off me, I am out of the chair and running for the door again. He growls and throws me over his shoulder when he puts me back in the chair. He ties my legs to the chair and wraps the rope around my stomach. He pulls it so tight I can barely breathe. He then pulls my arms back and ties rope over my raw bleeding wrists. I scream out in pain, hot tears running down my face.
“Now why did you have to do that, Verity? We were getting along so nicely. I’ve always known you were in love with me. Stop fighting it. We are going to have a wonderful life together, you’ll see.” He says as he finishes tying the last knot. He walks in front of me trying to touch my face and I pull back.
“You can never have me. My heart has only ever belonged to one man and it will stay that way until I die! You crazy ass son of a bitch.”
He roars out and the next thing I know I am being smacked in the face so hard that the chair I am tied to falls over.
“If I can't have you, no one will.” He says walking out the door slamming it behind him. I lay there bawling, having no idea how I'm ever going to get out of here. Then I smell it. Oh fuck, he has set the place on fire. He walks back in with a crazed look in his eyes.