Kidnapped by Someone Close

An arm wrapped around my body, and muscular thigh between my legs, and hard chest against my back, soft breathing on my neck, a stiffening member pressing into my back, that’s how I remember waking up the next day. My limbs were stiff from not using them and my intimate areas tender from last night’s rough sex. I look at a clock. I was twelve and we had slept half the day together. That was new.

I felt his hand rubbing my stomach and a hurl of nausea came over me. I jerked out of his arms and I knew he woke immediately. Running to the bathroom he followed yelling things at me until he realized I wasn’t running away from him. As I reached the bathroom I went straight to the toilet and emptied my stomach of any and all its contents.

He held my short hair out of my face whilst I heaved. He also talked tenderly about how his little baby was growing and that I would only get better in a few months when the baby had fully taken root and developed more. I could barely hear him over the roaring sound of me hurling. I knew he was talking though and I tried to listen so I knew I wasn’t alone in this time that I needed someone.

Soon I am flushing and wanting to clean my teeth. He fixed my tooth brush for me and turned on the faucet. Even though I was to be at home with my family I was glad that he was here with me so that I’m not alone. I gargle for about five minutes trying to get the taste of nasty out of my mouth.

He was with me the whole time and talking to me and telling me that everything was going to be just fine. Soon though we were walking into the kitchen and he was making me some dry toast like I had asked for. He also gave me apple juice and even though I hated apple juice it would give me fluid for my drained body. I sat with him at the table and eat my toast. He just watches me and eats his buttered toast.

I felt clammy again and I held my stomach waiting for the nausea to pass. It did quickly thank god and he went up to fetch my small robe and house slippers and toe socks. When he came back he had a pair of black jeans on and was still shirtless.

Even though I had got up from the table and tried to but my dishes away, I instantly had to hold on to something for support do to my waning strength. He notices and picks me up and carries me into the living room and places me on the long curved couch. I say a quiet thank you when he pulls on my small robe and helps with the toe socks and slippers.

He held me under a quilt that looked like the one that his mother had made for him when he was way young, before his problems had started. I was fine with that as long as I was warm and toasty. He gently messaged my aching stomach and turned on the TV to some cartoons. I think it was Scooby Doo but all I heard was noise and my eyes were shut already.

The knots of nausea started to ware of with the gentle messaging and if he stopped for too long it would come back and I would ask him to keep going. He never complained about me being a baby, never hit me or yelled at me for asking him to do this soothing thing for me.

He would talk to me and say that he knew this would work because it had worked for his mother when she had gotten pregnant. I didn’t want to think by who so I just let him ramble on until I was napping in his arms.

Blaise’s POV:

Work was harsh. Tanner had come in today looking to see if he could catch Jas but Jas hadn’t came in today. After going to his house last night and discovering no one there I was a little nervous. She was always there even if he wasn’t and he was always at home. That means he had to have taken her somewhere or just not headed for home right after work.

I had told Tanner that we would go talk to Jas and just like I had promised myself I would be leaving subtle hints about my Meag’s location. I knew though that if he did come back Tanner was going to be the first to talk to him.

Jason wasn’t always good about keeping his lips closed when he was shit faced and I mean really shit faced. If I could get him her before the weekend I could get him to rat himself out so that it would look like I didn’t know where my dear Meag was at. I would have to tell him though if that son of a bitch didn’t show up for work again like today.

I had remembered coming in and going to his office and waiting about ten minutes but he never showed, which is strange because he is usually here five to ten minutes before I got here. All through the day I kept asking if he had called I or if he had showed and everyone had said that no one had heard from him. I knew that eventually he would show up. Money is money besides Meag he wanted a lot of it.

This afternoon I would call him and if he didn’t answer or she didn’t answer the land line or cell phone then I would have to tell Tanner. I knew he would kick my ass but that’s a small price you have to pay for loving someone and getting her to safety. Something had to give and I knew it had to be me and my secrets.

All afternoon I sat at home and thought about who I should call first. I would try the land line because I had passed his place earlier and no one was home from the looks of it. Deciding that was the best waqy to go I call.

Nothing. That’s all I got was nothing. I had called it twice and she hadn’t answered. So now it’s time to go to plan B. I dial his cell phone and hear it ring. It went to voice mail. I try again and this time it went straight to voice mail. He had turned it off. God damn that man.

Waiting was taking too long. I couldn’t stand the wait any longer. I got off my lazy ass and went over to Tanner’s. His car was in the drive way. Guess it’s now or never. I park and hurry to his door. It’s open, not like Tanner at all. I hurry inside and slam the door behind me. I knew where he would try this I just hope I got here in time.

Running to his sister’s room I see him sprawled on the ground. “Shit.” I pick up my phone and call 9-1-1. “Help my friend just slit his wrist I need you guys to get your ass here quickly.” I tell them my location and grab something and apply as much pressure to both wrists as I can. God-damn-mother-fucking-cunt-licking-sister-stealing-ass-hole has gone too far. Now my best friend has slit his wrists and it’s all our best friends fault.

I slap Tanner’s face a little too harshly but it was enough to bring him back. I applied more pressure and held Tan as he tried to talk. I told him to shut the fuck up, that I was going to fucking save him for his family’s sake. The medics arrived shortly and they took him to the hospital. Following behind them I call his parents and tell them what happened. They said they’d meet me there and to call if anything happens before they make it.

Oh I would tell Tanner and I would make sure we got Meag back. Tanner was so not going to some psycho place for this shit. No once he got out he was going with me and we were going to hunt done Jas if it was the last thing we did.

Normal POV:

I woke up to hismy capturer’s, Jason’s cell phone ringing. He lets it ring and I turn into his arms seeking more warmth. He chuckled a little and I heard him turn his phone off. He kissed my forehead and I got out of his arms so I could stretch. Looking at the Automatic clock on the wall it read seven thirty. “I slept all day?”

“Yes love you were extremely tired.” He laughs as my face scrunches up in pain and my stiff muscles. “Guess I worked you too hard last night and then all that stuff this morning.” Nodding I sit back down next to him. This kind of sucked. I was so tired still and yet so very hungry.

My stomach growled but when I went to get up he pulled me back into my seat and went to the kitchen and made Noodles in a Cup. It felt good on my stomach that hurt from lack of food and my raw throat loved as the hot liquid went down. This is possibly the best stuff I have ever eaten in my life and soon I’m finished and asking if he could make another one. He gives a husky chuckle and runs off to the kitchen to make me more.

Usually he would tell me that I don’t need one but I guess since I’m “eating for two” that he’ll just let me have one more. It was strange that he wasn’t using me as a punching bag and at the moment it felt good to know that I can ask and I’ll receive. Of course I won’t bath in the power I’ll just let myself take a short shower in it. I turned the TV to Disney Channel while I waited for my second helping and allowed myself to giggle at Sonny with a Chance. Loved watching the show and it made me think that one day I could possibly make it out of here.

He came back over to me and handed me the steaming cup. Setting it on the little coffee table so it will cool a little I lay my head on his shoulder. I was a little nervous that he would be all complaining about me sleeping all day but I guess he was ok because he hadn’t taken it out on me yet.

His hand once more covered my still flat stomach and I grabbed the cub of noodles and start drinking some of the broth. It scalded my tongue and burned my throat so I swiftly pulled it away and set it down. Starting to fan my tongue off he laughed, not one of those fake laughs, or laughing at you laughs but an actual laugh. It made me smile a little. He took my fanning hands in his and kissed me. His tongue dueling with mine and actually cooling my burned tongue down. His hands drop mine and they start to occupy my breast.

I didn’t want this even if he was being the greatest boy he be, I still didn’t want him doing this to me. So once more I picture Blasie. I still put up a fight which is something he liked and soon he is pounding me into the couch. He leaned down as I whimper and the pain this caused and bit into my shoulder. I screamed before I could help myself and he slammed his hand over my mouth. Blood dripping onto the black leather sofa.

His thrusts quicken and I try to get him off. I could no longer imagine Blasie because then I would never want Blaise to help me. I loved Blaise and I don’t want his imaged stained withJason, my capturer’s bloody hands.

When he’s done he tucks himself back in his pants and fixes my robe. Sitting up straight he tells me I need to finish my food. No longer hungry I have to force myself to eat. Again I feel nausea rolling in my stomac. “Can-can yo-you ru-ru-rub my tummy a-ag-agin?” He smirks that cocky smirk and then wraps me in his arms and strats to rub my stomach and I try not thinking about how sick I feel. Soon I am once again passed out.