Threatening (Chapter-7)

I woke up inside another house. I didn't know where I was. What I did know was that I wasn't in the UK anymore. I could have been anywhere in the world, and I didn't know how long I had been asleep for. I woke up laying on another sofa. The house looked the same as the previous house inside the living room area. I fluttered my eyes open and found my legs laying on top of him. He was sat there with a table filled with bullets. I didn't know what he was doing with them but there was some kind of white powder on the surface. He picked up a knife and shoveled the white substance on the edge of it before tilting it on the side. The powder went inside the shell. I could identify a bullet from watching TV programmes. CSI or any crime scene series. I loved to watch a good thriller until I ended up in my very own real-life version of it. I didn't move but he knew that I was awake and snapped his head to face me.

He grabbed a box off the floor on his right side and threw it at me. I just about caught it in my hands. 

"Eat." He demanded and I didn't move. I was frozen on the spot as he picked up a bullet off the table and placed it against my chest. "Sharper?" He raised his eyebrows. He was asking me a question and I shrugged my shoulders. 

"Yeah. Sharper will work." He mumbled turning the bullet on the side. Glancing at me he then placed a pad down on the table before he started scraping the bullet across it. I opened the box and found pizza inside. It was cold but I was hungry, so I took a slice and closed the box. Taking a bite of it I watched him sharpen his bullet and within the snap of a finger he placed it against my face. 

"Sharp enough to cut skin." 

He pressed it against my left cheek, and I stopped eating as my eyes watered. The hairs on my arms stood up as my body shook with fear. He laughed before grinning at me moving the bullet from my face. 

"So, fucking easy to scare. Hah. I've never met a woman who flinches when I move." He gave me a light-hearted smile, but I didn't return it. He had never given me that look before, so I kept my eye on the sharp bullet in between his fingers. He could have easily moved and sliced my face open. Placing the bullet down he leaned back and exhaled a deep breath. 

"Nice?" 

I nodded my head as I took a bite out of it. He gave me a short smirk before placing his gun down on his knee next to my foot. 

"So, I saved you from your mother then?" He asked me and I stopped chewing my food staring at him through wide eyes. 

"She is an alcoholic after all. You know, a crazy fucked up bitch who needs professional help." 

Yeah, and so do you I thought to myself as I sat there. Not a single word was coming to mind. I was used to not speaking to him because I was afraid that he would kill me. 

"It would be good if you actually spoke. You're boring the shit out of me. What happened to the girl I met at the shopping center?" He raised his eyebrows, and I shrugged my shoulders before glancing down at my hands.

I mumbled. "She was taken and has been hit by a boy who she thought was sweet, loving and kind."

He laughed out loud pointing at himself. "Me loving, sweet and kind? You have got to be having a laugh their love. I have tattoos covering my neck, my eyes are as dark as the night sky and the way that I walk shows what I do for a living. Where did you get that character from?" 

"I never judge a book by its cover." I gave him a sad smile and he nodded his head smirking. 

"I am that book you judge by the cover. I'm insane. More than you realize, and you are my property. You went shopping for your girly clothes. What can I say, I went shopping for my latest toy." He gave me a vicious grin and I took another bite out of the pizza. I needed to play his game safely. His phone rang. That's all it did was ring. Day and night. He answered it. 

"What, do, you, want, now!" He sighed as he moved his hand telling me to eat quicker. I had a full pizza to get through. It was only cheese and tomato, but it was actually good and better than eating out of a dog's bowl. 

"What are you trying to get at here? Yeah, I have my little whore here with me now." He glanced over at me before snickering. Then there was nothing but silence as he placed the phone down on the table and sat there in thought. 

"You want clothes? Yeah, you want clothes. I can't stand the look of those." He looked me up and down before throwing my feet and his gun off his legs. Walking to me he grabbed my hand and yanked me to my feet. The pizza fell down on the sofa as he grabbed the box and dragged me with him. His long strides were no match for my short ones. He took me through another room and pushed a door open on our left before pulling me inside with him. 

"Red dress there. Take everything off and put that on." 

He let my hand go and dropped the pizza on the floor before he walked through another door leaving me there on my own. I stared at the sparkling red dress and removed my clothes slowly. There was no point in me being cautious, so I just dragged it all off my body and grabbed the dress that was sitting on a black chair that sat in the center of the room. There was no furniture. 

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