Fifteen

EPISODE FIFTEEN...

SAMANTHA'S POV...

"Pick up the spoon, Samantha or you're gonna regret it..." His voice was dangerously low as he threatened me but I didn't give in to his threats...

"Go....to ....hell!" I spat on his face hoping to spike him up but to my surprise he chuckled lightly as he wiped away the saliva on his face with his hand and actually brought it to his mouth, licking it off his fingers disgustingly..

'He's a psychopath!' I couldn't help but scream in my head for help....

"Stop trying so hard Samantha..." He mumbled as moved closer to where I was making sure I couldn't run away from him....

"Get the f*Ck away from me, freak!" I instinctively backed away until there was no place left to go but he wouldn't leave me alone and before I could realize what was going on my wrist was cuffed against the bed....

How the hell is this man walking around with cuffs?

The feeling of being controlled was awful and it made me feel nauseous...

"Be nice...." He sneered as he cuffed my ot