Stolen Love

She took in a deep breath when he got off of her. Maybe he would untie her and let her roam now. There was no place she could go anyways. Never trust your kidnapper. She closed her eyes shut. He never untied her, just pulled the covers over their legs. She felt sick. He kissed her stomach a few times. She didn't sleep much that night, though she would nod off. She constantly thought about getting the knife and cutting herself loose but she couldn't risk her life.
 
Zach awoke that morning and saw her awake and smiled, sliding the blade across her skin another time before using ti to cut her ropes and lying back "Breakfast?" he asked her casually as if last night had never happened, he lay their looking quite impressed with himself, hands behind his head and legs spread out in front of him, he pulled her between them again and stroked her hair as they watched the morning news
 
Grayson looked and felt really tired. She had a mini panic attack when she saw him wake up. He looked so innocent but he was so cruel and deceiving. He cut her ropes and she covered herself once again. She shook her head 'no' to breakfast. She whimpered when he pulled her between his legs and stroked her hair. She stared at the floor in dismay.
 
Zach smiled "Didn't sleep well kitten? go back to sleep" he said, lying her down slightly so that she was using his stomach as a pillow, he put the knife inside the draw beside his bed and rubbed her belly also as he stroked her hair, not allowing her to cover it up "After you sleep we will eat and clean out that little scar" he smiled and let the hand on her hair trail down to trace it, the mark that he put so she knew she was his.
 
Grayson didn't want to go back to sleep. She couldn't. She felt like any second he could go mad. She was scooted down so her head rested on his stomach. She was fighting the urge to go to sleep. She grimaced. She realized now that the cut he made formed a Z. She didn't want it to be there. It ruined everything about her. She felt like a prisoner. Several times she would drop her head in sleepiness but she would force herself to stay up. She didn't even try to cover herself up.
 
Zachariah frowned "Now kitten, do I have to drug you? I will, get a decent amount of sleep, my pet" he said rubbing her stomach gently and smiling again as he saw himself on TV. He had chloroform in his draw and would use it on the girl if she didn't sleep but he thought she might prefer falling asleep in her own. He flicked it back onto doctor who and was emersed in the awesomeness of the show, rubbing her stomach and tracing her mark
 
Grayson shook her head fearfully. She didn't want be drugged. The things he could do to her if she were sleeping soundly. She shivered when she saw him on tv. He changed it to Dr Who. She tried to close her eyes and go to sleep but now she wasnt as tired. She wanted to get out of there. She kept her eyes shut for a while then eventually her lack of sleep got the best of her.
 
Zach smiled when he felt her slacken completely and said "That's a good kitten" he got up and looked in the bag and found a simple outfit that he would change her into without needing to see anything he didn't want to, don't get him wrong she was hot but he didn't rape. He put her into the play suit, which she figured she would like better than the a dress and lay her down, covering her up. He walked to the bathroom and came back, cleaning her scar. He didn't have the medicine to take care of it if it got infected and couldn't take her to hospital. He then got himself dressed and had some breakfast, he would feed her (Literally) When she woke up
 
Grayson slept for a few hours and woke up in new clothes. She looked around alarmed. Her cheek felt better already though. She touched it and it stung a little. She felt tired of waking up in there, wanting to go home. She went into the bathroom when she figured out where it was. She cleaned away her smeared makeup and studied her scar. She locked the door and turned off the light staying in the corner curled up into a ball for a while. It was the only real privacy she has had in a few days. She wondered if Mike would help her. Surely he wasnt absolutely insane like Zach.
 
Zach heard the lock in his bathroom and sighed, he would let her stay in there for a few hours, there wasn't a window so she couldn't get out, he made up some stir fry and kept it on heat and said "Come out when you want kitten, if your not out in 3 hours ill break the lock." he walked into his garage and polished the van.
 
Grayson sighed sadly. "I will never get out of here..." she sobbed. She heard him say that he would bust in there after three hours and she was going to heed his warning, though she didnt have any way to tell time in there She quickly wiped her eyes and exhaustion came over her again and she fell asleep with her legs outstretched and her head tilted against the wall.
 
Three hours later he came back with a automatic saw and sawed the door of the hinges and then put it away, seeing as she was asleep he forgave her for not heeding his warning. He picked her up and put her on the bed, tapping her shoulder "Grayson, its lunch time!" he said, shaking her gently
 
Grayson woke up slightly seeing that she was moved onto the bed. She turned over and shoved her face in the covers, clutching the sheets. "Imf not hungftu (I'm not hungry)" she mumbled into the sheets, face down. She didn't remember where she was exactly she was just tired and didn't want to get up.
 
Zach laughed and picked her up taking her to the dining room "you havent eaten in a while" he said rolling his eyes as h saw his brother devpuring all thwy had left if the stir fry
 
Grayson let him pick her up but she crossed her arms and put her head in them on the counter. She looked up with a pained expression at Mike and mouthed help me... The scar was evident on her cheek. She put her head in her arms again and tensed up defensively over nothing in particular.
 
Mike shook his head and mouthed "No can do sweetheart" and chuckled at her, Mike was a psychotic as Zach was and Zachariah turned around and had heated up a little spaghetti sauce and held the spoon up and said "eat up sweet heart"
 
((I thought this was a romance but I don't see how it will turn out that way now lol. Are we just seeing where it goes?))


Grayson shook her head. She would have to starve herself, she wasn't doing anything for him. She kept shaking her head. She started crying into her hands. "Please no please no please no..." she repeated.
 
Zach frowned, tears were not fun tears were his limit he ate what was on the spoon him self and he placed her on the bench so he could hug her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and said "Tears are my limit." Stiffly he rocked her and talked to her a little just saying things like "if you find me better games maybe ill leave you alone" and things. This was the one time he wasn't being as sadistic as usual with her " the mark was nessisary. You don't want mike to touch you be might do worse" he said. Waiting until she stopped crying


(wellll I was thinking she would have to stand up to him when she got fed up, no one else would have done that. And if she started to get braver and figure him out she could change him)
 
((Oh cool! That's what I was going to do eventually lol...))


Grayson thought, better games? He thought of this as a game. She grit her teeth and was stiff when he to rocked her. How might have it been worse? He carved a knife into her cheek! She was surprised he hadn't raped her yet. She felt so betrayed. She comforted him when he was crying. Couldn't he cut her some slack. But no...he wants to play games. She stopped gritting her teeth, her jaw getting sore. She would show him a game. But not yet, Mike could hurt her. She refused to eat. She wiped away her tears and stared blankly at the table.
 
Zach let go when it didn't seem to be working and chuckled at her "Now, now, kitten. I will just feed you when your asleep, or i could force feed you now" he said, quite amused by the girl"
 
"Have fun with that..." she said quietly. She scowled and kept her mouth shut. She shoved her face in her hands. Why...she thought. Why me? Why do I have to be the one who is stuck here with no way out, cheek carved, constantly fearful of her life. She let out a shaky breath.
 
Zach grinned and motioned for Mike to hold her hands and he held her nose ready to scoop food into her mouth,and force her to swallow. He knew how to force feed her and mike muttered "Ungratefull little ... At least you are feeding her. I don't feed my pets"
 
((The song Killer by The Ready Set reminds me of Zach lol. I love that song))


Grayson tried to shake them off. "Don't touch me! You are insane! Please just leave me alone" She kicked, trying to strike Mike but ended up kicking down another chair, hearing something break in the background. Pets! She screamed. "Fuc* you!!" She kept trying to escape from their grasp.
 
(Lollies)


Zach smiled and left the room, to get something. Mike smiled and traced her scar "Hm, shame my brother is so smart . .. " he said his eyes full of lust "I cant touch you like that when you have been marked" he sighed and removed his hand from her scar as his brother came in. Something was wrapped around his shoulders and it was slithering around. He had a snake "Now, kitten, behave or Valorie gets to play" he said.
 
Grayson looked at Mike in fear. He was handsome but he obviously was crazy. He had a look in his eyes. She closed her eyes when he touched the scar. In a way, Zach kind of saved her. She mentally slapped herself. It's not okay what he did. He came in with a snake. No, she shook her head. Not okay. Not at all. Her stomach felt like an empty pit. Her breath hitched. She had been afraid of snakes ever since she was bitten when she was younger, hanging out in the woods with the two boys. That was the first time her mother tried to make her stop hanging out with them. She shut her eyes shaking her head.
 
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