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stated in a growl. There was something he wasn't telling me, actually it was probably a lot that he wasn't telling me. I didn't understand how it all connected to Steve, my family, or myself. It didn't make any sense that this man was helping a man he didn't seem to like, or maybe he did and hid it. Damien seemed to be neutral, but there were times when I thought that he actually hated Steve. So the question really became, why was he helping Steve? There had to be some reason for this man helping a psychopath. How had Steve gotten Damien to go along with it?
"Then tell me the whole story."
"You don't need to know."
"You have me trapped in a car, going who knows where, I think it's my business."
"Well, you're wrong. You've already been missing about two months, I knew I'd have to move you, but I wasn't planning on it so soon. I have a few places we are going to stop, and then finally make it to where we're supposed to be."
"Where are we going?" I asked, for the moment dropping the topic of taking me home. I was growing frustrated with the same debate that we had been having for the last two months. I hadn't even realized so much time had gone by.
"You don't need to know."
"Then tell me what I need to know or can know," I spat, annoyed that I knew nothing, but Damien knew everything.
"You only need to know that you and I will be together forever," he said with a seductive smile. "It will be of your own freewill, too."
"In your dreams," I scoffed, as I whipped my head around to look out the window at the unfamiliar landscape.
"Come on, Audrey. You can't tell me that you didn't find me attractive when I picked you up from that bar."
"I didn't find you attractive," I stated with an even voice, impressing myself with how easy it was to lie. "Especially after you kidnapped me."
"You came willingly,” Damien said, as I instigated the debate that would carry on until this was over, and possibly after I got home if word got around that I went willingly with him from the bar.
“You’re holding me against my will.”
“Do you even know the meaning of kidnap?” Damien asked with a smirk on his face that told me my logic wasn’t as accurate as I hoped it to be.
“I know that it’s to be held against my will, as I am.”
“Well you’re partially right at least, but in a few weeks you’ll warm up to the idea of being with me.”
“You mean Stockholm Syndrome? That sounds like a completely free choice,” I asked with sarcastic humor in my tone.
Damien said nothing; he just turned to glare at me. I could see the frustration in his eyes, along with an emotion he was trying to hide. The frustration was clear, but clouded by worry and fear. The fear worried me; I thought this was all part of the plan, but clearly that wasn’t the case. Damien hadn’t expected the fire; he had rushed to get us out of the house and save me. Steve didn’t plan for that—I wasn’t who he wanted.
Damien looked away from me and back toward our lonely stretch of road. There was nothing around us except for trees. There were no signs to tell me what we were near, or street signs, unless you lived in the area you wouldn’t know where you were and wouldn’t know which way to go.
All I wanted was to find a way home—somehow, and then beg my parents for forgiveness. I shouldn’t have said I hated them; it may be the last thing they ever hear me say.
Chapter 11
"I can't wait any longer, Audrey," a dark voice said filling my ears. I glanced up to see Steve Bennett standing above me as he looked at me with lust in his eyes.
"Please, don’t!" I cried out as he played with the waistband of my shorts.
"Now I can get these things off, finally," he said with a sigh, as he popped the button of my shorts.
"Please don't do this!" I screamed.
"Shut up!" he ordered. The sound of ripping cotton met my ears. My shirt split in pieces, turned to tatters in a matter of seconds, and thrown aside like
"Then tell me the whole story."
"You don't need to know."
"You have me trapped in a car, going who knows where, I think it's my business."
"Well, you're wrong. You've already been missing about two months, I knew I'd have to move you, but I wasn't planning on it so soon. I have a few places we are going to stop, and then finally make it to where we're supposed to be."
"Where are we going?" I asked, for the moment dropping the topic of taking me home. I was growing frustrated with the same debate that we had been having for the last two months. I hadn't even realized so much time had gone by.
"You don't need to know."
"Then tell me what I need to know or can know," I spat, annoyed that I knew nothing, but Damien knew everything.
"You only need to know that you and I will be together forever," he said with a seductive smile. "It will be of your own freewill, too."
"In your dreams," I scoffed, as I whipped my head around to look out the window at the unfamiliar landscape.
"Come on, Audrey. You can't tell me that you didn't find me attractive when I picked you up from that bar."
"I didn't find you attractive," I stated with an even voice, impressing myself with how easy it was to lie. "Especially after you kidnapped me."
"You came willingly,” Damien said, as I instigated the debate that would carry on until this was over, and possibly after I got home if word got around that I went willingly with him from the bar.
“You’re holding me against my will.”
“Do you even know the meaning of kidnap?” Damien asked with a smirk on his face that told me my logic wasn’t as accurate as I hoped it to be.
“I know that it’s to be held against my will, as I am.”
“Well you’re partially right at least, but in a few weeks you’ll warm up to the idea of being with me.”
“You mean Stockholm Syndrome? That sounds like a completely free choice,” I asked with sarcastic humor in my tone.
Damien said nothing; he just turned to glare at me. I could see the frustration in his eyes, along with an emotion he was trying to hide. The frustration was clear, but clouded by worry and fear. The fear worried me; I thought this was all part of the plan, but clearly that wasn’t the case. Damien hadn’t expected the fire; he had rushed to get us out of the house and save me. Steve didn’t plan for that—I wasn’t who he wanted.
Damien looked away from me and back toward our lonely stretch of road. There was nothing around us except for trees. There were no signs to tell me what we were near, or street signs, unless you lived in the area you wouldn’t know where you were and wouldn’t know which way to go.
All I wanted was to find a way home—somehow, and then beg my parents for forgiveness. I shouldn’t have said I hated them; it may be the last thing they ever hear me say.
Chapter 11
"I can't wait any longer, Audrey," a dark voice said filling my ears. I glanced up to see Steve Bennett standing above me as he looked at me with lust in his eyes.
"Please, don’t!" I cried out as he played with the waistband of my shorts.
"Now I can get these things off, finally," he said with a sigh, as he popped the button of my shorts.
"Please don't do this!" I screamed.
"Shut up!" he ordered. The sound of ripping cotton met my ears. My shirt split in pieces, turned to tatters in a matter of seconds, and thrown aside like
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