"Oh, Bay," Luke whispered as we got ready to watch the stars.
We had been dating for a month or so by now, and I still really like him.
"Did you see it?" He asked, pointing to a shooting star.
I wish to never have as many children as Mom, I thought as I nodded my head.
He leaned in and kissed my cheek, and soon we found ourselves ignoring the stars completely.
I fell asleep curled into him tightly.
When I was next concious, I kept my eyes closed for a moment. I wasn't hugging him as tightly as before, but I was comfortable.
The first two things I noticed were the smell and the hard, even painful, floor.
Whoever I was curled into wasn't Luke. They smelled of cigarette smoke and something else that I couldn't quite place.
As I noticed that, I noticed that I wasn't playing on grass anymore, but on top of a layer of sharp rocks. The cold unmoving air around me made me shiver, and the person holding me squeezed me closer in.
I quickly sat up, screeching when I saw Willis and remembered what he had done. I pushed myself into the corner, as Willis sat up right where we had been sleeping.
"Bay, love," he tried to say gently, "Come here."
"What areyou talking about Willis?" I asked with a tight voice. I could feel the tears starting to gather in my eyes as I stared around the strange windowless room.
Oh, God...he had taken my glasses. I couldn't look at him. If I look at him...Oh, God. I promised myself, if I ever got out of this, I would do what Mom said, and be more careful about wearing glasses.
While I came to the realization that he could possibly go crazy if he looked me in the eyes and force me to do things I had agreed to never do until marriage--or at least, adulthood.
"You will realize one day," He said as though he was ordering me to believe we were in love,
"I know you will."
I ignored him as he stood up, and started walking towards the tall fence that was one wall of this small enclosure.
Oh, God.
This is hell.
He left through a gate in the fence, then turned and locked it. I could barely see him as he went to another gate, unlocked and stepped through that, then disappeared from view.
God. Oh, God. What the hell am I going to do?
.........................
He came three times a day. One of those times, he would bring a clean bucket for my bathroom needs and some food and clean water. Two of the times he came were used primarily to try to convince me that we were lovers.
"If you kiss me, you will get more food," he offered.
At first, I denied. I wasn't even tempted.
I wasn't that hungry, anyway.
I was really just a little peckish. I could survive.
As days went on, though, my resolve started to slip. I was even angrier at him, for doing this to me. He would starve me, if that's what it took for a kiss?
"Come on," he asked in a whine that reminded me of Linden.
I used my last bit of strength against him to tell him no.
How much longer could I last? How many days had it been? I wasn't sure. It felt like a year, but surely it was closer to a week or two. Maybe a month. I missed my family, and I never thought I would ever miss my brothers.
"Please," he moaned.
I could feel the last bit of my resolve break down and die in a pit as I nodded.
I...I had agreed. And for my kisses, I got more food and a brush for my unruly hair. He did decide to force me to keep it down, though. Said it looked hotter.
He also took away my underwear. He said they were too dirty, that he'd get them washed and bring them back when they were clean. Days later, they still hadn't come back.
At first, I only kissed him once a day, just for a bit of food. It got to the point, though, where I might as well have been a dog trained to kiss him for food.
Then he did something I truly could not believe. Either I had sex with him, or I would no longer get extra food for kissing him.
"Why?" I asked him through the tears.
"We're running out of time," he said simply. I didn't know how to take it.
Was he trying to make me join his cult or something? Was this all an elaborate scheme to make me pregnant as a teen?
I stared at the ground for some time, letting the tears drip. He left, at some point while I was crying.
What the hell was I going to do?
The story is really getting harder to read. I feel so sorry for Bay. I have read before BTW. Also, It is Ross.
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