Lexie was slowly losing hope. It's been an hour now since she started searching but there was nothing she could use to help with her escape. There was no sign of the keys which meant he had them on him and she watched too many episodes of prison break to not check the boards under the carpet for a secret passage.
She checked upstairs too, checked under each and every bed, checked the closets and even though she was positive that the windows were barred, she still double checked them.
But as she had hoped against, there was nothing to contribute to a clean escape... Which only meant she had to stay with this psycho for the rest of her life.
Away from her family, away from her friends, away from her boyfriend, away from her drawings...away from her home and with someone she'd prefer to travel the ends of the earths than stay with.
Her life was truly traveling down a path of lugubriousness, the gods must've turned away from her. For if they haven't, they'd save her from such atrocity.
If they haven't, they'd know that there was no way she could possibly live without her family.
A family she had spent all her life with, a family that looked out for her at all cost. The gods could've taken anything else, but why did they choose to take her family and her life?
Without even knowing it, Lexie's eyes became glossy and crocodile tears started to leak down each of her cheeks.
She wanted her old life back.
She wanted her freedom back.
She wanted her pride back.
She wanted her family back...
She wanted...she wanted...she just wanted to be free...
A quiet sob bubbled up her throat and exited through her mouth as she collapsed on the carpet situated on the living room floor. She felt impotent and weak, she felt frustrated and tired, she felt utterly defeated.
Why was he —her captor— doing this to her?
What did she have that other girls didn't?
Wha-?
Why...?
Another sob bubbled up her dry throat and her heart flipped in anguish when the denseness of her sadness settled above it.
She needed an escape route and fast. She needed to leave before her mind and her heart gave up. And with that in mind, she trudged to the kitchen and grabbed the sharpest kitchen knife she found, then trotted up the stairs and to the last door on the floor...her captor's office.
She knocked twice, holding the knife in shaky hands and watching the closed door with eyes blackened by wet mascara.
She knew what she had planned was wrong, but with an escape in mind what else could she do?
Just seconds later, footsteps were heard, then the twisting of the knob, then the opening of the door.
Panic slowly washed over her then, the pace of her heart and the rationality of her mind speeding off into the distance like a piercing arrow, and despite the blurriness of her eyes, they settled steadily on her captor who watched her with curiosity. "What do you want Lexie? I specifically told yo-"
Before he could finish, Lexie's hand decided to react. She drove the knife forward, stabbing the man right in the shoulder. A gasp was heard, loud and pain-filled, then a thud that notified her that her captor had fallen.
She looked down at him, hands shaking so bad that the knife too fell on the boarded floor. She stabbed him, she actually stabbed someone, but now that she did, what should she do?
Finish him off?
Help him? No, this was all his fault.
If he hadn't kidnapped her none of this would've happened. She'd be home, in her room with her sketchbook, her pencil and her crayons or in the kitchen with her mother or outside with her troublesome brothers..
But instead she was here and it was all because of him. He doesn't deserve her help, not after all he's done, so why should she help him?
The keys were what she wanted right?
Well they were what she'd get.
She waltzed pass the wincing man seated on the floor, leaning almost breathlessly against the open door and into the office, looking around for her only hope at escaping.
She spotted it, a bucket load of keys hooked to a single keychain there on a desk littered with papers, a cup full of pens, and a black computer.
She grabbed it with ease and ace, then quickly scampered forward with just one thought... The thought of making it outside, making it to freedom.
But as she now came to know, freedom didn't come easily and even if it did, some obstacle will —without a doubt— come up later and right now, the hand holding tightly to her right foot was that obstacle.
AN/|\ What do you think? Will she escape? Will she get caught? Type and comment your thoughts.
Zheme held tightly to Lexie's foot with the hand he considered good. He was in pain, his body aching so much that even sitting seemed arduous, yet he turned a blind eye to the pain and instead focused on his fleeing fiancé. What was she doing? Trying to kill him...? What else was she planning to do? Leave? Where was she going? To that place she once considered home? If so, then today will not be the day she returned because he wouldn't let her. She was his, now and forever more and to her, he'll ensure to make that very clear. With all the strength he could muster, he pulled her back, watching with eyes that only held vengeance as she fell, face hitting the boards of the floor that had once been under her feet. She winced, breathing the pain she no doubt de
For the second time since she was kidnapped, Lexie woke up chained to the dungeon walls. Her head aching dully and her body sore and cramped. Impotence was the most primal emotion she felt along with shame. She was naked, her body bare to the breeze which scorched her skin like whips, her hair crawling all over her face and her lips chapped and dry like her throat. Her pride was now battered and bruised, her stomach empty and practically begging for food. But how could she quench her hunger when shackles restrained her hands and feet? Sighing a breath of frustration into the air, she listened to the only sounds loud enough to reach her ears, the chirping of the morning birds and the sound of every breath that passed her lips. Yesterday, she thought she had succeeded in getting away. She had managed to get her hands on hands the keys and had even managed to open the door
Pain... Hunger... That's all Lexie felt. Her back, her legs, her arms, her neck, everywhere ached with a mind numbing pain. As her fiancé ordered, she received ten lashes and right after she claimed them like a token, she fell into a deep sleep of unconsciousness. She thought she'd die when the first hit had punctured her skin and she saw hell and heaven when she got the last one. Every moment of that punishment was like living in relentless anguish, but despite the harshness of it, the hunger she felt was worst. It felt like a dagger was stuck in her stomach or probably parasites eating away flesh would more or likely define it. Its been a day and a half —if she calculated it correctly— since water or food had touched her lips and she was dying, slowly atrophying. If she could reach the dust tha
Zheme stood between the open space which the door had once been, his eyes fixated on his fiancé's erotically naked form. Even in such a drastic state she still looked like a being that had just stepped out of heaven. Her stiff breast, her most private possession, her curves, her...her everything, they were all heavenly, carefully and beautifully carved by that man they called god. But as he came to realize, physically, she was perfect, but mentally she had a problem that needed to be solved. She needed to learn how to submit, concede and obey, she needed to learn how to be his. His to control, his to use, his to love... She needed to learn and he'd teach her. Walking further into the room, he closed the door behind him and hasted but cautious steps were what he took to his bride. He stopped only inches away from her, dark eyes regarding her with m
Lexie's panic attack had just settled and now she sat dumbly on Zheme's lap, unable to face him. After all, she had appeared vulnerable before him, her body had shaken like live branches caught in a storm and her voice had been nothing but a quiet squeak. She felt betrayed by her own body and within her, she couldn't find an ounce of pride left. But aside from betraying her, her body ached with cramps that held onto each of her muscles and pain bit into each of the wales on her back. She felt tired too, a nauseous feeling clinging to her head and the nerves within it, yet still, she refused to tarnish her already diminished pride any longer. Instead, she tried with all the strength she acquired to shuffle out of Zheme's lap. But she was too weak or was it that Zheme was too strong? His arm was like a shackle around her waist, clinging to her tightly and almost desperate
After eating a bellyful, Lexie sat indignantly in the kitchen, watching almost begrudgingly as her fiancé threw the plates in the sink. His back was turned to her and though the dark, blue shirt he wore aspired to hide everything of his bodily features beneath it, it couldn't hide the muscles that protruded from his back, the broadness of his shoulders and the thickness of his arms. Even through it, Lexie could imagine how built he was, how strong, and now, she was feeling lucky that he wasn't the one who had whipped her. If it had been him, she'd probably be dead by now. He'd show no mercy, not that the old man did, but he was much stronger than that frail midget. Sighing, she leaned back in her chair, silently watching as he finally turned to her, face as blank as a clean sheet of paper. "Come, the doctor recommended that I rest, it's awfully early, but I think you need rest too." &
★†★ Lexie felt it as her blood ran cold and her throat got dry. He was standing in front of her now, his expressionless eyes assessing the nakedness of her body with intensity. She didn't know what he was thinking or what he was planning to do, but she was sure it was going to be something cruel. Zheme on the other hand was certain of the wickedness in his plan. He knew what he had to do in order to gain submission. The beatings won't work, so this method will have to do. He stepped closer to the bed, relishing in the augmenting fear that lived in Lexie's eyes. It was so enthralling and endearing to him: her glossy eyes, her quivering lips and her trembling body, it all made him feel superior, it somehow aroused him. His dark eyes shifted down to her bosom, her nipples stiff from the cold, ready to be tasted by his greedy tongue. His eyes then traveled down to Lexie's m
★†★ In a deep pit of shame, Lexie closed her still shaking legs. If she hadn't hated this man before, she hated him now. After all, he left her in an insatiable state of hunger, not for food but for his sinful touch. She wanted to get down on her knees and beg for it, but her pride would never allow her to stoop so low, so instead, she turned away from his blank face and let her eyes wander around the giant room. A bedside table sat right beside the king sized bed and situated on top of it was a framed photo and a stylish lamp. The other furniture laid out inside such as the closet, the dresser and whatnot were all rustic and dark and the walls were painted in a dull white, empty of decorations. All in all, the room was void of anything captivating enough to catch the eye, it was as dead as the look on the owner's face, but it was livable. Sighing out a puff of air, she