This story is continued from Abducted – pt 2. Read it here!
I was clad in only an old gray t-shirt with holes in the sleeves. After spending the first horrific night in this hell house, I knew I’d have to play it smart if I was going to make it out alive. That meant playing along with whatever sick games Rick intended to impose on me. The first time he raped me, I screamed and cried, begging him to stop. He didn’t.
When he was finished, he stood, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Whew!” he said breathlessly, “You got a lotta fire, Paula-girl!” He chuckled, redoing his belt as he crossed the room to a slim closet. He opened the door, and took out a raggedy gray shirt. “Put that on, and hand me your clothes,” he requested, tossing it to me.
He’d already torn my blouse. It was hanging loose in strips, my chest exposed, as I rarely wore a bra and hadn’t been when Rick abducted me. I removed the remnants of my tattered outfit, shyly kicking the garments away. Covering myself with my arms crossed over my mid-drift, I reached down and scooped the large, shabby shirt he’d given me off the floor. Wriggling my head inside, the momentary veil hid the dreadful scene on the other side. I closed my eyes, half-tempted to keep the shirt like that, odd as it may have looked. But, the hole was too large, and my head slipped through. When I reopened my eyes, Rick was staring again.
“Yes, that’s better,” he said, “It gets cold in here at night. Gotta make sure you stay warm enough, yeah? There’s a blanket behind the couch, too. Don’t want you freezing to death, now, do we?” Rick winked at me, and I had the feeling he’d made that mistake before.
Casually, he leaned over the arm of the couch. I heard a sound like heavy metal, clanking together, and when he stood, he was holding a thick chain.
“Hands, Paula,” he said with a sickening smirk.
He fastened a pair of brass hinged cuffs to the chain, shoved my hands into them, and locked the contraption. The chain, itself, was about six feet long, but it didn’t allow for much movement around the room.
“What if I have to go to the bathroom?” I asked, actually needing to know. Surprisingly, I hadn’t wet myself yet, but the call of nature couldn’t be ignored forever.
“There’s your bucket,” he answered, pointing to a metal pail in the corner.
“But, will this even reach?” It looked farther than the chain would allow.
“Hehe, just barely, but yes, it reaches.” A glazed look appeared in his eyes. His mind seemed far away, remembering some past captive, perhaps? I looked again at the dark stains on the carpet. Perhaps.
“So, here’s how things are gonna go,” Rick seemed to snap out of his reverie, “I’ll bring you food and somethin’ to drink once a day. Some days, I might not be able to make it, but I’ll bring double the next time I come. Your job,” he stuck a dirty, nail-bitten finger in my face, “is to stay put. You don’t try sneakin’ off, and you be ready for me when I want you. You got it?”
I gulped, nodding. I didn’t trust myself to speak.
“Here, you can have this for now. I don’t know when you last ate.” He disappeared from the room for a moment, and I could hear him rummaging around in what was most likely a kitchen. When he came back, he was holding a bag of cheese-flavored puffs and a warm diet root beer. “There’s not much else here, but… I don’t think you’re the picky sort, are ya, Paula?”
I was starving. “No,” I replied, eyeing the food, “I’m not picky.”
Rick chucked the bag to me. Moving clumsily with the heavy chains weighing me down, the snack fell to the ground as I attempted to catch it.
“You’ll get used to the chains in time.” He sat the soda on a small table in front of the couch. “Who knows? Prove I can trust you, and we might even get to take them off one day, huh?”
“You can take them off now,” I pleaded, my voice coming out small and tinny, “I’m not going to run. Promise. I don’t know where I am, or where I’d even go, anyway. Please?”
“Nice try, Paula,” Rick smiled, seeming genuinely amused, “No, that won’t do. Can’t have you runnin’ off in the middle of the night and dyin’ somewhere out in the woods. I’d have to track you down, and I’d probably just end up burying out there. Best to keep those chains on ‘til we both know your place, yeah?”
“Well, that’s it for tonight, I think. I’ll let you get settled in,” he prattled on, as if this were a perfectly normal situation – as if this was my homecoming. “I’ll be back in the morning, bright and early, to welcome you properly.”
He strutted over to the couch, lifted my bound arms and placed them over his neck – an artificial embrace. Breathing in deeply, he seemed to devour my scent. He leaned down, his cheek pressed up against mine, and whispered, “You’re mine, Paula –forever!” Turning his head to the side, he flicked out his tongue and licked my face from chin to forehead, then grabbed my earlobe in his mouth, suckled, and bit it nearly clean off.
“Agh!” I shrieked, bursting into tears. Red, hot liquid oozed down my neck; I could feel it pooling in my ear and dripping down my clavicle. Without another word, Rick, red-faced from my blood, disentangled himself from my arms and headed for the door.
In shock, I stood there, gasping and holding my still-gushing ear. I could feel where he’d torn the cartilage. I was sure half my ear was missing, but there seemed to be only a razor-like incision, splitting the lobe in two. I was left alone for the rest of the night. Most of my time was spent sobbing into the musty couch cushions, though I did manage to eat a few cheese puffs and drink the diet root beer. Both the puffs and the drink had been expired for over four years, but, like I’d told Rick, I wasn’t picky.
Sleep didn’t come at all that night. A handful of surreal hours passed before I saw the sun beginning to peek through the grimy window. It faced the gravel drive, and it wasn’t long before I heard wheels, crunching over the rocks. I’d been too distracted by being bitten last night, I hadn’t even realized Rick had left in my vehicle. The black SUV with tinted windows driving up now, must be his own. So… what had he done with my car?
Visions of my station wagon, engulfed in flames at the bottom of some remote gorge passed through my mind. I was sure he’d done something with it to throw others off the trail. Hopefully, my friends were beginning to worry about me by now. It wasn’t like me to stay out and not be in touch with anyone. Eventually, I told myself, someone will find me.
A door slammed, and my heart leapt into my throat. He was coming.
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