Threatening (Chapter-17)

He reminded me of joker and the way that he would act. The glares he gave me were ice cold. I just put that down as his character. He would never change and that was who he was in my eyes. When you've been living with someone for months you get used to the way that they are. That was the same for me and I knew that he would always be the same. A shiver shot up my spine when he unlocked the cuffs and placed his hand on my lower back. I disliked it more than anything. I would walk with him, but I wasn't relaxed and carefree. I was as stiff as a rock as he would guide me out to the car day after day. It was the same routine. Get up, washed and dressed, then we would have breakfast and go out to the car where more men would stand around as the driver stood outside the car waiting. One of the other men would open the back door for me. Darren would wait until I got in the car and the second that my ass touched the black velvet seat, he would remove his hand. The door was closed over by the man who opened it and locked on my side as he would walk around to the other side of the car and climb inside next to me. A man would sit in the passenger seat, another man would sit in the driver's seat. All of them were the same age and to top it off they were his friends who he waved bye to in the shopping center the day that I met him. 

I would sit there and stare at either the back seat or the door card. He told me not to look at anyone and to keep my ugly face out of sight. He would jump out of the car and leave me with the driver. He would then leave me as he would enter the same building. Half an hour later, he would return and then the same would happen at least four times a day. Once we got back to the house, he would lock me inside the cage and watch TV while I sat there like an animal.

"Stop being so fucking stupid! Think, about, it!"

Can you guess? Yes, another day. Seven months in and I still didn't understand. I could only help myself. How? The good part about it all was that he stopped feeding me potatoes and gave me a variety of foods, I was no longer his punching bag, and I was allowed to change clothes daily. I could get as many baths and showers as I wanted, I did need to ask him if I was allowed to go and do just that. He always did say yes. The lifestyle was bearable because I had been stuck in it for seven months. It was getting closer to eight. I didn't understand how I was still a virgin. He didn't attack me sexually which was good. As for my emotional well-bei

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ng, that wasn't in a great place. He would say the same statement over and over again. He did smile more often and when he would enter the room, he would sometimes lash out punching walls. Month five he kicked a chair and almost broke his foot; he didn't do it again. I laughed. I couldn't help it because he was swearing. Our conversations were becoming lighter. That didn't mean that I wanted to stay with him. Hell no! If he gave me a chance, then I was going to run for the hills and my mums house would be avoided at all costs. I didn't expect that day to ever arrive though. 

Our conversations changed from him talking to the two of us bickering. I would argue back and tell him what my thoughts were from inside my cage. I had removed my filter and started to blurt out what I thought at every given opportunity. In my mind he wasn't going to kill me because he had me with him for reasons which I couldn't figure out. Still, I would have been killed the day that I ran so because I knew that he wasn't going to make me regret my decisions I started to run my mouth more. Some days I wouldn't shut up. I remember the day that I had a conversation with myself about a blue bird on the window sill outside. He wasn't interested but I carried on being a natter box and didn't shut up for over three hours. This is what happens when you kidnap a girl like me. When I feel more comfortable, I become annoying to anyone who can see or hear me. That's exactly what I did. He would roll his eyes and tell me to shut up at times, but I would change the subject and babble on about that instead. I even started singing songs over and over again. I can definitely confirm that it was pissing him off and I loved it. He started coming in and the second that I would sing, he would turn around, walk over to the door and leave the room, slamming the door behind him. I would sit there laughing my head off for many hours. It truly was entertaining for me. 

He entered the room and sat down on the chair. I was hungry and he didn't cook me anything this specific evening. 

"Darren?" 

I asked and he turned to me in a mood as per usual. It was normal to me because I had dealt with it every single day. My guess was that his personality was that way. A grump. He gave me a bored look and I smiled. 

"What!" 

He looked tired. Did I care? No of course I didn't. I enjoyed my time being a comedian, it was fun. 

"Erm. I'm hungry. Can I have something to eat please?"