Chapter 14

Darkness. That's all I saw for days. Being starved and given barely any water while I was strapped down to a chair and blindfolded.

You could ask me now what if I regretted shoving Xander to the ground and running into the woods as I tried to escape him, but I would only give you my true and honest answer.

I don't regret a damn thing.

At least not now...

The most I hear all day is the rats running across the floor. The first day they use to jump and crawl on me. It would make me squirm and cry out. But soon I got use to it and let them roam around me. Luckily none of them bit me.

After a couple of hours of them tormenting me by jumping on me and crawling on me, they seemed to have lost interests and stopped coming near me. Xander only visited me once, in the beginning. He told me that my punishments were going to begin very soon.

But he mentioned that I needed some time alone to think. Some quiet solitude, all alone. I guess that's why he left me alone. The most interaction I get with life except with the rats is the man who comes in daily to give me water.

Again, it's not much. But I truly shouldn't be ungrateful. They could give me a lot less. I could be dead by now. But, whenever I feel down. I think about what I said in my old house.

That I need to make it through this. I can make it through this. I will survive. Even if I have to do some of the vilest things imaginable.

My thoughts are the only thing that keeps me from going crazy. I usually put myself into this dream world where everything is back to normal. My family is still alive and my father never went into drugs and gambling.

I started school and I walk my brother to class every day. I've noticed that over the last few days, especially while I'm in my so-called dream world. I've missed my family and friends a hell of a lot more then I did when I was freer.

Over the last few days, I've been waiting for Xander to return. For him to take off my blindfold and torture me for hours on end. To make me scream in pain, to make me cry till I can no longer. To starve me and dehydrate me until I am on the edge of living and death.

But whenever I think he is here, I am sadly disappointed to notice that it is only one of his men.

I've never felt more claustrophobic then these last few days. For the first few hours, I kept trying to get out of the restraints. But nothing worked. None of my screamings, none of my cryings made any of Xander or his men come and get me. The door stayed closed, and more importantly, locked...

Really, there was no way out of here. I was in a cage now. I truly knew now, at this moment in time, that I was no longer a person, I was Xander's property. Something he didn't care about, he only needed me to pay him back for what my father owed him. Then he will probably dispose of me due to all of the pain I have caused him.

3 Days Later: 1 Week and 2 Days In Solitude

It was past 12. I knew that much. The men would usually bring me my daily water around 12.

You may be wondering... Megan, how would you know around what time it was when they would drop off the water? Aren't you fucking blindfolded???

Well, gracious reader, I am. I am 100% blindfolded. Actually, that's a lie. I'm not anymore. They undid my blindfolding about 2 days ago. They said that Xander is back and that he will be visiting me soon.

But that was 2 fucking days ago and I haven't seen his little scrawny bitch ass yet.

And YES! I have picked up an attitude along the way. Seems like the solitude seemed to have made me worse than the good that Xander so wanted to do. He said that the solitude might help me be a little more submissive before he left.

What a prick right?

But I know somewhere deep inside me, this attitude won't last long. Xander will break it into a thousand fucking pieces.

2 Hours Later

After about 2 hours of silence and my deep thinking, I heard the door open for the second time today. Now, this was one of the most surprising things ever. I could barely see who was at the door. All I could tell was that I was a dark tall figure.

Only the dim light from the hallway showed the strangers body.

"Hello Meg." said the voice.

Xander...Only he knows that I absolutely hate being called Meg.

What a prick...

"Xander." I spat out.

"It's nice to see you again." I lied. He knew I was lying too cause as soon as I finished my sentence he let out a small chuckle being quite amused by 2 things.

1.By my choice of words in the first place.

and

2. The sarcasm that mostly filled the sentence.

"I wish I could say the same. Sorry I couldn't make it earlier my sweet Meg. I was quite busy. But my guess is that you really don't care about why I was busy. More likely you are interested in why I came to visit you." Xander said.

Busy? My guess is that he was once again balls deep into one of his STD filled whores.

"Right on the money, baby," I said once again sarcastically

"Watch it," Xander warned. But surprisingly his voice wasn't filled with rage. More amusement.

"Wow, clearly someone has grown some balls. Nobody would dare speak to me like that. EVER." Xander said clearly getting annoyed.

"Maybe you should grow some? Seems like that pissy attitude of yours could use some work. Maybe some testosterone would help you stop being such a fucking dick." I said smirking.

"How bored have you been?" Xander asked me laughing. "You truly must have been really bored to turn this bad within only a week or so," Xander said examining me.

"Yea, I've been really bored. Maybe you can help with that." I said reaching for his hand from my restraints.

Yeah, I'm trying to sleep with Xander.

Why you wonder...

I want to get out of here. Maybe if I can get him to take these fucking things off of me, maybe I have another chance to escape.

"Are you really that lonely that you would want to sleep with me?! Is this like that Stockholm Syndrom stuff?" Xander asked me.

HOLD UP: Before we continue this, I just want to give you a quick background know what this asshole is talking about. If you don't know what Xander is talking about, go look it up. It's called the Stockholm Syndrom. But if you are too lazy, then let me help you out a bit.

Stock·holm syn·drome

noun

feelings of trust or affection felt in many cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor.

Now back on with the story...

"Sorta, but I've also just really need something to make me feel better. And I really think that you could help me with that." I said seductively. Trying my best to make him crawl on top of me.

"As much as I would love to see what you have in store. I actually won't be here for long. I just wanted to drop off a little present." Xander said smirking. Xander quickly turned around and walked out the door, then came back with a box in his hand.

The box was wrapped like a birthday present.

"This is for you. I had it grabbed from your home. I thought you might want it. I heard that you were quite close to it, so since you are so lonely, I thought it would give you some company." Xander said as he placed it on the table next to me.

Xander walked over toward me and untied the straps that held me down before handing me the box. I slowly sat up and untied the red bow that was on top of the present.

"Xander, what is inside here?" I asked him before opening to box.

"I guess you'll just have to see," Xander said once again smirking. Just by his smile, I was terrified to open this. My guess is that he murdered one of my fish and threw it into a box. And now thinking it over, I wish it was one of my fish that died. Cause what I saw next would give me nightmares for years.

I opened the lid and saw a small skull sitting in the box. I looked up to him confused. "What is this?" I asked him. "Who's is this?" I asked him.

"It's a skull of course. And that skull belongs to no one other than you sweet little brother." Xander said.

Before I could even say or do anything everything went black. I must have gone into pure shock of seeing my brother's skull. It was clean and small. Just like my brothers head. Those sons of a bitches must've cut his head off to even get this.

I cringed at the thought. I was soon awoken from my faint by water being dumped all on me. No, I wasn't lucky enough for it to be room temperature, or even somewhat warm to warm me up from the cold of this basement. I was unlucky enough to get ice-cold water.

"Wake up Megan." said an unfamiliar voice.

It had to be one of Xander's men. Maybe they would tie me back down and leave me to catch my death down here by dumping cold water on me.

I slowly opened my eyes as the adjusted to the light that the room was filled with.

Finally, after a good week and a half, I could finally be in the light. No longer hidden in the dark. Once I finally opened my eyes I saw a tall man standing over me. "Where are we going?" I asked them as they got me out of the chair and drug me out of the room.

"The boss has requested you to join him for breakfast." the man said.

"Why?!" I gritted out. "He literally just gave me a box that had my dear brother's skull inside of it! Why would he want to give me breakfast?!" I yelled. "Shut up!" The man yelled before slamming me up against the wall. "You should be fucking grateful! You are lucky he didn't just leave you there for another week!" the man yelled into my face.

"Fuck you. Fuck Xander. And fuck breakfast." I said before spitting on him. "You little bitch!" the man said before punching me so hard in the face that I fell down to the ground. I felt so much pain in my nose it was unbearable. I looked at the ground and saw blood. I saw more drip from my face.

He broke my nose. "Hey, what's taking so long?" asked a voice. I heard footsteps get closer and closer. I turned around to see who it was and it was the devil himself.

Xander...

"Sorry boss. She was being difficult. She tried to hit me." the man lied.

"BULLSHIT! You just fucking punched me!" I screamed. Xander looked at me. "I don't like liars." He said to me. I cried out as he pulled out his gun. I closed my eyes awaiting my fate. I soon heard the loud bang of the gun going off. But I felt nothing.

I wasn't the one who was shot. I opened my eyes and saw the man laying on the ground with a bullet between his eyes.

"Why did you do that?" I asked Xander.

"William is a fucking liar. And as I just said, I hate liars." Xander said before helping me up.

"Now, come on. It's time for breakfast little one."

Hey Guys! Hope you are enjoying the story so far! What do you guys think of Xander? Will he ever be able to turn good? What do you think of Megan's newfound attitude? Do you think it will last long?

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