Vatsal Parekh (Victory Watson)

Horror Crime Thriller

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Vatsal Parekh (Victory Watson)

Horror Crime Thriller

Threatening (Chapter-8)

Threatening (Chapter-8)

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As I say, he was unpredictable. I had put the red dress on, and he walked through the door using bouncing strides. Grabbing my hand, he didn't say a word and just pulled me with him. His grip was harder this time and left red marks on my skin. I didn't have any shoes on, and he had a full black suit on with a red shirt and a black tie. I almost cut my foot open as I struggled through the door. There was only four, but I tripped and flew down two of them. My toe smashed against the cemented step. He carried on dragging me with him down a path, past multiple bungalows until we reached the end property. I couldn't see anything because it was pitch black as I cried once again. 

Approaching a black door, he laughed as the door opened up. Stopping he smiled. 

"This is-" he pushed me forwards and I crashed down on my face. It was a slippery brown wooden floor. Entering he grabbed my wrist and pulled me through the property on my side until we reached the third room in. Dropping me in the center of the floor, he walked over to a bar and was given a drink. Turning around he took a sip of his drink smirking smugly as I looked around the room slowly. I was horrified. They were having some kind of a party and he had made a show of me. I was dirt on his shoes, that was obvious, still it hurt me more than I wanted to admit. I felt as my heart shattered into small pieces. All eyes were on me and me only. 

"Stand the fuck up!" Darren demanded and I pushed myself up slowly until I was standing on my bare feet. I had a cut on my toe as I stared down at the floor. A man approached Darren from his right. Darren held his drink upto him smiling and the two of them started talking together. All the people inside the room were men in black suits with white shirts and women with silver dresses on. They looked like they had money and a very easy life. I on the other hand, I was rubbish but their prized possession. I felt like I was being welcomed into the world of slavery as all eyes stayed on me. I felt open. They could see my figure and my emotions as my eyes watered. I couldn't stop myself because I was humiliated, lost in a world filled with snobby rich people who wanted to expose me for their own satisfaction. I was their entertainment. 

Darren lit up a cigarette as he smiled, his eyes were on me. I wanted to run but I didn't know where I was. 

"Where did you get her from. I mean she's a little too thin don't you think?" 

A red headed woman asked Darren and he shrugged his shoulders. 

"That would be my fault. I fed her potatoes for a week."

"Nasty nasty." The woman tsked at him and he grinned. He truly was a nasty piece of work who had no care for anyone. 

"The stupid bitch needed to be shown who was in charge. She thought I was sweet, loving and caring. Me and those three words do not mix."

That statement scratched underneath my skin. I was called that name multiple times during my upbringing and it brought back negative feelings and emotions. Memories flooded inside my mind as I wiped underneath my eyes. Is this how the world could see me? To be honest I fell out of love with myself many years before and hated who I was. It still hurt to be called something that I found offensive. My mum would say "Cody why are you so stupid to do this or that?" It wasn't on the odd occasion it was every single day when I would walk in through the door from school, if I didn't manage to collect her fix for the night or if I had managed to get myself into trouble with the school. When you get called something you begin to believe it, still it was digging deep as I stood on the spot and agreed with his statement. I didn't want to believe it, but I knew that what he was saying was true. I was mentally and emotionally fucked up and nobody could help me. I even failed school. I was stupid. 

I was waiting for more kidnap victims to enter the room, but nobody did. I stood in the center of the room as Darren drank a couple of drinks, everyone's eyes were on me the entire night until Darren grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the building back to the house. I asked myself why he took me there, why I was the centre of attention and what they did for a living. I didn't have an answer for any of them. He slammed the door behind us, and I twisted myself around to face him. Dark eyes that had taken a turn for the worst. I hoped that he wasn't an abusive drunk like my mother and when he started taking steps towards me, I held my hands up trying to protect myself. I managed to build up the courage to speak. 

"Have I done something to offend you?" 

I asked him to take another step back. He shook his head stepping forwards. I didn't know where I stood or why I was his target. With animals I knew that they were treated badly for their meat, but I couldn't figure out if human meat had a nice taste to it because I felt as if that was the reason why I was taken. Was I pure to him? I asked myself. Still, he was a closed book that I couldn't read. 

"You cannot leave me. You never will leave me. Nobody can help you. You can only help yourself." He stated slowly. What did that statement mean? I did not know but he repeated it daily. I had heard it for nine days straight. 

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