(A/N: Warning: Reader aggression advised)
Nate began to take off my jacket and flipped me on my stomach. In a hand-cuffed like position, I remained silent. He then began to rub my shoulder and leaned in. "Anna... Anna.. Don't you see? Don't you see how I take care of you?" he murmured in my ear, his fingertips gently pulling a few wisps of hair behind. My lip trembled as he continued saying how "cute and sweet" I was, also mentioning how "people need to be like me more and more every day."
I struggled to get him off and managed to make an escape. As a "reward" for doing that "stunt", I received a blow to the head, which began to hurt real bad. Nate then shoved me back into the room, my swollen head banging into the fragile glass lamp which shattered on the floor. He looked at me with pure rage and shock. "Pick. That. Up. RIGHT NOW!!"Â He yelled, now furiously grabbing my wrist. I screamed out in pain as he twisted my hand, cracking the bones.
With my broken wrist, I had managed to pick the lamp up. Nate looked at me with daggers in his eyes, making sure I picked up every last piece. As soon as I was done, I stood up and slightly bowed. "Can I go now?" I asked, a flash of hopelessness in my eyes. He nodded and I went down to the living room, him following me.
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"Ow!" I exclaimed as I touched it. Nate had gone off to work again, thus taking my phone with him. I looked out the window and sighed. I had no electronic device and the whole thing was hopeless. I had nothing except the t.v and I was getting fidgety.
Time was passing by slowly and I was getting bored. It was two fifty-seven pm and I heard the door close. Standing up, I turned around and bowed before my kidnapper. Nate just smiled and patted me head. "Did you learn your lesson, Anna?" He asked sweetly, walking towards me. I nodded, but deep down I said no. I once again sat down on the couch.
"Anything new?" I asked, looking at the t.v as he went to the DVD area. "Turn on the t.v." was his only reply. Grabbing the remote, I switched it on to a news report about me. My mom was being interviewed.
"Mija, I miss you.. Por favor, please come back, Angie.. " Mom pleaded, her voice filled with worry. I looked at the screen, gasping and began to cry silently.