Kapitel 5: Chapter 4
I wake up dazed and confused. My head hurts so much! I try rolling over in the bed, but I must have forgotten to untuck my sheets. I groan in pain.
How much did I have to drink last night? This splitting headache will probably last all day, instantly getting me in a bad mood. I exhale deeply as I try to look around but can’t. The light entering my bedroom is blinding.
Why does it feel like I have a hangover when I don’t even remember drinking...at all. I don’t even remember getting home. Max probably brought me back.
It is then that I smell breakfast.
Eggs and bacon!
I will not be able to eat with this splitting headache. I have to get to my medicine cabinet in the bathroom.
Wait, what time was it?! I try opening my eyes again, but my eyes are still sensitive. I close them and rub them, opening them again.
Everything looks hazy, but I try to sit up. This damn black comforter has me pinned between the mattress.
I sigh deeply as I look toward the right. Reaching for the television remote, I notice my nightstand is gone. Max must’ve moved it. I turn to the other side and feel for the nightstand on the left. That is where I always leave my cell phone. However, I feel nothing but air!
This isn’t right! I look at the wall beside my bed and notice a door. Where did that door come from? I look down at the comforter and realize I don’t own one in this color.
Wait a minute! I pull the comforter off of me with all my strength.
This isn’t my bed!
I get free from the comforter when I notice I’m still in my gown. Confused, I get on my knees, turn, and look towards the window. I squint at the blinding sunlight that now burns my eyes. I immediately throw my hand up to my face. Where am I?!
I suddenly hear a gun being cocked near the foot of the bed.
Slowly turning towards the noise, I instantly remember being stabbed with something and the creepy guy saying he would kill me. That same guy is sitting on a chair on the other side of the room, looking right at me!
I struggle to jump out of bed. My heart is in my throat. Where am I? What does he want?
Once I’m off the bed, I look down at myself. The only thing that hurts is my head.
Does that mean I wasn’t raped?
I freeze and slowly look up at him. “If you want money, I will give it all to you. Please, just let me go.” Tears begin pooling in my eyes. I look around the room for the nearest exit.
The man looks away from me. He just sits silently.
“What do you want? Tell me, please!” My words come out shaky. “I want to go home,” I whisper, taking a small step away from him.
I want to scream, but after what he told me last night, it’s best if I don’t.
“I don’t want your money,” the stranger says as he stares at his gun. Tears spill and roll down my cheeks.
If he isn’t after money, what does he want from me?
The man looks disheveled. Like he didn’t get any sleep at all. Had he been there all night, watching me sleep? I start to feel sick to my stomach.
It is then that I get an authentic good look at him. He has dark brown hair with a light beard and mustache to match. His eyes are green with the pinkest lips. I remembered him towering over me last night, so he has to be about six-foot-four, a tan, and looks like he’s built by the gods.
My kidnapper has big, broad shoulders, and his chest and arms are massive. The first couple of buttons on his white shirt are undone. He is giving me an ominous look.
I sit back in terror as I look around the room. This isn’t my bedroom or any room I have ever been in. Every single item in here is either black or white. It all looks cold, like the person sitting in front of me.
“What do you want then? I’ll give you whatever you want. Just don’t hurt me. I beg you.”
The man starts to look me up and down. He then swallows hard as his eyes rest on my chest. Oh no, I tell myself! I pray he isn’t sick and wants to, in fact, rape me!
My dress isn’t exactly appropriate. My kidnapper’s eyes skim everywhere that is exposed. The most significant area is obviously my chest. I regret not wearing a bra, and I don’t exactly have small boobs. I slowly wrap my arms around myself.
He gets up, puts his gun in his holster, and slowly walks toward me. I hold my hands out and close my eyes, preparing for the attack.
Instead, he walks right by me. “I’m not going to touch you.”
I’m too scared to open my eyes.
“Here’s your breakfast. Eat it,” my kidnapper says calmly but coldly. I then hear the sound of metal hitting metal.
I slowly open my eyes and turn around. My would-be killer is standing next to a table. Sitting on the table is a tray with food and drinks. The stranger’s arms are crossed over his chest, showing no emotion. His arms are so massive that they threaten to rip through his shirt.
“Are you holding me for ransom?” I ask, barely audible. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and cautiously look around. I don’t know what is going on. He doesn’t want my money but wants to make sure I eat? That makes no sense!
He looks at me up and down again. “There’s fresh clothes in the closet behind you. Do not try to escape. If you do, I won’t think twice about putting a bullet in your head!”
I gulp.
My captor isn’t giving me an answer but wants to bark orders? No way will he bully me around! I can’t show him how petrified I am!
“No! I won’t do anything you tell me. I want to go home,” I say, defiantly turning toward the closest door.
I turn back around, and my kidnapper is now standing right in front of me. I scream! I didn’t even hear him walk toward me.
“You will get out of those clothes! You are showing too much skin! Do you understand what I am saying?” He asks angrily.
I look at him as tears pool in my eyes. I nod and look down, frightened. He walks by me and leaves the room, slamming the door shut and locking it.
I wait a minute before making any movement. When my kidnapper is gone, I run toward the door and grab the handle!
Locked.
I start to cry. Why? What did I do to deserve this?
I turn and run to the window. There isn’t a way to open them. I look out and see that I am in the middle of, what looks like, a forest. Nothing but trees.
I look around for a weapon.
Anything!
I see the tray of food and notice the butter knife. I grab it. Walking back to the window, I stab it several times, wanting it to shatter. Nothing happens! Not even a crack.
I look around for something else to throw at the window. Something bigger. I spot it!
The chairs! It is made of black wood, but it should be enough to cause some damage. For sure, this will shatter the window!
I grab one of the table chairs and throw it at the window with all my might. The chair falls with a loud thud, a piece of the leg breaking off. The window stays intact.
Am I crazy? Did he not say he would kill me if I tried to escape? Here I am throwing furniture.
Oh my god, I tell myself. I’m trapped in this room. Trapped in this house with a lunatic!
I was sitting on the bed when the sun moved to the other side of the house. It is no longer visible from my window. There isn’t even a clock in the room, but I know it’s noon.
I look over at the tray. I still had not touched my food. It makes me sick to smell or look at it. What if there is poison in it? I am certainly not going to eat that! I’m not even drinking the juice!
The bedroom door suddenly unlocks.
I jump and wrap my arms around my legs, trembling in fear! The stranger is definitely back to kill me. He will walk into the room and find the broken chair. I know he will go crazy because I threw it and broke it. I curse myself for not arming myself with the knife.
“Hello!? Samantha?” A different guy peeks into the room and then walks in. He is tall, but not so much taller than me, and skinny. Dark hair and eyes. He waves at me and goes straight to the food tray, uncovering the plate.
“Oh, honey, you didn’t eat any of this! Here I am slaving over a good meal, and you didn’t touch anything?” He takes the fork, stabs the eggs, and puts them into his mouth. He begins to chew and moans.
“You haven’t lived until you’ve had Freddie’s cheesy eggs!”
He takes the tray and walks out of the room with it. I lean to one side, trying to see if he’s coming back in, and he does.
With another tray, to my disappointment, and places it on the same table.
He also sees the broken chair and smiles. He picks it up and takes it to the hallway.
He walks back in, grinning. “Now, I promise you there’s isn’t anything funny in my food. Like poison or something.” He looks at me and winks. “I’m not going to hurt or touch you either. I actually prefer men.” He poses for a second, with his hands on his hips, and starts to laugh.
I almost smile, but I catch myself.
“Oh! I saw that!” He smiles and uncovers my food, showing me my lunch. “It’s okay, baby. I’m Freddie! Chef extraordinaire and house manager.” Freddie covers the plate and puts the tray on the table. He then sits on the bed, away from me.
“Why am I here?” I ask as my voice cracks.
He smiles at me sadly. “Listen, just do as he says. You’ll be fine, okay?” He gets up and walks away.
“Is it true? What if I try to leave, he will kill me?” I slowly get off of the bed.
Freddie stops and turns to me. “I don’t dabble in his affairs. Please freshen up, okay? Take a shower or bath. Someone will get you for dinner. You can talk to him then.”
I nod. Freddie walks into the closet and brings a towel, hand towel, and a washcloth. “This is for you, sweetie. And don’t think someone is going to break in while you bathe. Only two people have keys to your door. You met the other guy already,” Freddie says, trying to impersonate a monster.
I know Freddie is trying to make me feel better. However, I don’t know him or the animal who trapped me here! I try to smile, but tears begin to spill over. The look on his face tells me he feels terrible.
“You’re okay. Just take it easy. See you soon.”
He places the towels on the bed and walks out of the room, locking the door.
My stomach starts to scream because of the cheeseburger and French fries smell that are feet away from me. I wipe away my tears and stare hard at the tray. No way will I touch that!
Okay, I lied.
I did eat my food. Every piece of it and it was amazing! A cheeseburger, French fries, and coleslaw. I’ve never had coleslaw like that in my life.
After lunch, I contemplate a shower. I still have my gown on and want out of it. I am starting to feel itchy and suffocated.
After an hour or so of thinking, I take that shower.
A quick one!
I didn’t want to risk anyone walking in on me. Especially since I know that animal has wild thoughts of me in my gown.
Looking through the closet, I see that everything is brand new. It still has the tags on it. I find a pair of white jeans and a black t-shirt and settle on a sports bra because I can’t find a bra. I didn’t wear one last night, either. Not with the dress I wore. I also found a pair of black sneakers.
After I get dressed, I sit by the window and look out. The sun is beginning to go down. I immediately get depressed. That means I will be spending another night in this prison.
I just want to know what is going on. My parents and Max are probably so distraught.
They should’ve known something had happened to me. I would never disappear from my family like that!
I told Max I was going to the bathroom and never came back. I could only pray that someone thought to look through the security cameras. They would’ve seen that animal carrying me out of the building.
I remembered fixing myself in the mirror and walking out of the bathroom. My kidnapper had been standing right outside the door, waiting for me. He stabbed me with something, and I woke up in this hellhole.
I am sitting by the window drinking my water bottle when I hear a car pulling up. I see a blue Lamborghini pull up to the front of the house. My room is right above where the person is parking.
Oh my god!
I quickly stand from the chair, knocking it over, and put my hands on the glass. Hope has overcome me since I’d been here, and excitement blossoms in me. Maybe this person can help! “Hello!” I start to bang on the glass. “Help me! Can you hear me?!”
The car door opens upwards. They are suicide doors. A man in blue jeans and a black t-shirt steps out. Looking at his back, I can see that he is nicely built. He’s on his cell phone.
“Help me! Please! I’ve been kidnapped! Hello?! Call the police! My name is Samantha! Hello!” I bang as hard as I can on the window. I turn and look toward the bedroom door. I pray that the monster doesn’t hear the noise and decides to end me. It’s a risk I am willing to take!
I look back at the man outside. Can he even hear me? “Please!! Help! I’ve been kidnapped!”
The guy is walking away from the car when he pauses. He turns his head slightly. Yes! He hears me! He then turns around and looks up at me. The hairs all over my body stand up.
Oh, no!
It’s him! My worst nightmare. The man that locked me in here.
I immediately walk backward and crawl into bed, sobbing. Am I going to die here? I just want to go back home. I don’t deserve any of this! What makes this situation worse is that I don’t know what that man wants. He says he doesn’t want money. What else can it be?
Judging from this room, I can tell he has plenty of it.
It is then that I look around and see how beautiful the room is. Everything is black and white. A modern feel to it. The shiny, black marble floor is what stands out the most.
More tears spill over when I suddenly hear the bedroom door unlock and violently open, hitting the wall behind it. I wipe away my tears, jump off the bed and stand behind the table. The stranger walks in. A look of anger on his face as he searches for me.
I am horrified. My kidnapper’s face is red, and he’s panting. It looks like he ran all the way up here. He’s probably going to finish me off now.
“I better never catch you near the window again! Do I make myself clear!?”
“Let me go,” I whisper. My heart is racing so fast. My kidnapper shakes his head and seethes as he starts to take long strides toward me. I am so terrified I back up against the wall. At that moment, I prayed the wall would swallow me whole.
“So you give the orders around here now, Ms. Hallowell? Or do you prefer Mrs. Crawford?”
My mouth drops, and my brows furrow. How did this monster know me?
“Don’t look so shocked. I know everything about you, baby doll.”
My heart sinks. How?! And only my dad calls me his baby doll.
I thought I was picked randomly. A pervert who got his kicks taking women and tormenting them. Or even worse.
This is a nightmare!
“If it’s not money, what do you want? Please! Tell me!” I am sick of playing his games. I want to get out of here. “I’ll give you whatever you want!” I shout.
His facial expression changes to where it shows no emotion again. It’s the same look he gave the night of the gala.
The same face as he stared at Max and me from across the banquet hall. Even when I opened the bathroom door, he had been standing there.
“Dinner will be ready soon. I suggest you come down when it’s time. Don’t put on a show and decide you want to hibernate here. And if you ever call for help from anyone, including my staff...”
He walks towards me, around the table, and puts his hand around my throat. His body pressed against mine. “I will snap this pretty little neck of yours. Do I make myself clear?”
New tears are rolling down my cheeks and onto his hand. I am so scared to move or say anything.
“Samantha,” he whispers sinisterly while his grip on my throat gets tighter. I put my hands on his, scared he will apply more pressure.
“No, I won’t do it again! I swear!”
The animal lets me go and walks out of the room, never looking back. The monster slams the door and locks it.
“Drop dead,” I whisper with a quivering bottom lip.
I walk back to bed trembling and lay back down. I have my hand tightly around my throat as new tears spill over. I just want to go home! These four bare walls are an unescapable hell, and my tormentor is not showing any sign of remorse or sympathy.
This is the scariest thing that has ever happened to me! I need to get out of here.
But how?
Geschenke
-- Geschenk
erhalten Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
-- Power-
Rangliste 
-- Power-
Stein