He's worried about breaking the seatbelt law when he just committed a felony by kidnapping me? What a kook.
She had a shocked look on her face, but did as she was told. It is done. She is mine now. I locked the doors, hitting the master button in case she tried to jump from the car while I was driving. I blasted the song STAY by Maurice Williams.
With a colossal smirk, I sang the words to her.
"Ahhh,won't you staaayy, just a little bit longer?"
"Please, please,pleasetell me you're going to."
"Please, please say you will. Saaay you will."
If looks could kill, I would have died right there at the wheel. My pet's face was contorted in rage and took on a slightly purple hue. I laughed and winked at her without a care in the world. I have what I want, and there is no turning back.
We head to my place in Pascoag. A couple of months ago, I bought a house close to hers to keep tabs on her. I even have a state-of-the-art soundproof room just for my special girl.
Kitlyn
I just stared at the nut job who pushed me into his car. Well, maybe he didn't push me, but he forced me into it. Not only did he call my bluff by waving that gun in my face, but he goaded me with that damn stupid song. I don't want tostaywith him. I want tomurderhim!
Goddamn dickhead!
I couldn’t believe he was taking me away from my home, my life, and my cat!! I need Tuna with me. What will happen to him if no one knows I was kidnapped?
The only person who may miss me is Becca. Although we talked a lot, it wasn’t every day, and that’s what worried me. It’s hot outside. The air isn’t on,and my cat needs food and water. I have no siblings. I am an only child.
My parents and I never had a good relationship. My father is dead, and although my mother is still alive, we have not spoken in five years. She is a drug addict, and I had enough of her shit, so I cut ties with her.
I grew tired of her walking around like a zombie at least three weeks out of the month and falling over from being doped up all the time.
She cursed and slurred like a drunken sailor every day. I was embarrassed to have friends over when I was a kid because she was usually whacked out of her mind, and the house was always filthy.
I tried to keep it clean, but she had liquor bottles and empty pill bottles strewn all over the place.
She was nothing but a massive pain in my ass, and even more so when I turned eighteen. I got sick of her crap, so I removed her from my life.
She made my panic attacks much worse. My therapist told me that too much stress would intensify the attacks, and she was right. Being around my mother caused me great angst, and I grew tired of all her drama.
Now I am screwed because this is the worst stress I have been under in years. I am sure my anxiety will return the longer I am with this sociopath.
I gaze at my tormentor, feeling defeated.
“What about my cat? Can I take him with me?”
He looked at me without an ounce of sympathy in those cold, vacant eyes. “I'm not a big fan of cats, so keeping him isn’t a good idea, pet.”
I felt deflated. I couldn’t believe this guy not only took me away from my life, but wouldn’t even allow me to have my cat! Tuna is my everything!!
I feel an icy shiver run down my back. I don't know how I will survive without my little buddy.
He grins, pissing me off even more, but I don’t show it. He pulled that fucking gun on me, and I don’t want a repeat performance. I am still unsure if he will kill me or not.
Aiming a revolver at someone’s head is very nerve-wracking, to say the least. I almost pissed myself from fear, but honestly, I think if he were going to do away with me, he would have done it already.
I know I pushed him tonight, but what did he expect? He kidnapped me! How am I supposed to react?
If he intended to rape me, I believe that time would have already come. It would take him two minutes to overpower me and have his way, but he didn't do that, thank God. I know these thoughts don’t make what he is doing okay. Ineedto believe he will not harm me.
There has to be some hope to survive this ordeal and escape. I need to keep the fantasy alive in my head to remain sane. I owe him two punishments for my disobedience, and feel sick to my stomach just thinking about it.
