• Prologue

    As her eyes blinked open, she stared up at the ceiling, her head is pounding and she brings a hand up to her face to wipe the sweat away. She sighs and sits up on her bed looking around her room. It’s black with skulls and red splats that looked like blood, just like how she wanted. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed standing on the cold wet ground. Taking a step, she slipped violently and landed on the ground with a loud thump.

    Her eyes shot open as a shocking pain went up her leg. Bringing her hand up to her head, she stopped and stared at the red blood dripping down her palm onto the ground which was covered with the red sticky substance. She opened her mouth to scream but blood poured out over herself, adding to the pool of blood that surrounded her.

    She couldn’t stop it and she could feel the cold that surrounded her. She could feel her life going away with each tear that slid down her flushed face and with everything drop of blood that fell to the floor. She tried to make her way to the bathroom but she grew weaker with each movement. She just lay on the blood-covered floor letting herself die, not that she could save herself anyway.

    Darkness surrounded her and she sat up quickly in a cold sweat. She gasped for air as her eyes darted to and fro. Thank god it was just a dream she thought. She took in her surroundings and realized she wasn’t in her room, her house or anyplace that was familiar to her.

    She got up in a quick minute walking to the door that was across the room. She winced in pain with every step she took. The floor was covered with hard rough brown sandpaper. She didn’t have any shoes so she would have to bear with it. Suddenly the door flung open and she froze instantly.




    Chapter one


    She stared in horror at the person that stood in front of her. She took a step back forgetting about the sandpaper that covered the floor. Tears filled her eyes as horrible memories flooded back into her mind. Memories of rape, murder and betrayal that she thought were long forgotten. She was wrong.


    “Hello Shanty.” The person said with a deep voice. Shaking her head, Shanty turned around and ran to the window. She tried to open it. She pushed and pushed but it wouldn’t budge. It was locked. Somewhere behind her she heard her kidnapper close and lock the door.


    She ran from the window into the kitchen picking up a large butcher knife. Behind her, the man leaned on the wall watching her. He stood at about 6 feet in height and was very built. His face was soft and stern at the same time. His hazel eyes mysterious and intriguing but hard and uncaring. She slowly turned around staring him in the face.


    “Don’t touch me:” She said her voice cracking. She was going for strong but her voice failed her. He only smirked at her. The same smirk her gave her as he raped her mercilessly as She Pleaded and begged him to stop that long time ago. Those visions clouded her mind, fueling her anger and hatred for him. In a second she lunged at him the knife in her hand, but as quickly as she lunged, he was behind her slamming her into the wall, her arm in his hand. He twisted it harshly and the knife fell to the ground with a clang.

    “Good girl.” He whispered into her ear making her shudder in disgust. She struggled against him and he pushed her harder. They both stayed in that position for a while before he finally released her. He picked up the knife and placed it back on the counter. Walking past her and into the living room, he sat down on the couch. She covered herself nor because she was naked but because she wanted it. She wanted him to hold her again. She couldn’t deny that she missed the warmth of his body. She sighed and uncovered herself.

    Slowly exiting the kitchen, watching him carefully. He looked at her and she quickly looked away cursing herself in her mind for showing so much emotion. He smirked.

    “Take me home” He shook his head and turned on the television, flipping through the channels. He looked back to where she was and she was gone. He looked around finally spotting her.

    “Damn. This stupid door won’t open!” She tried and tried and tried more but it was tightly locked. She finally gave up and sat down on the floor.

    “What the hell do you want from me?” She spat at him her arms tightly crossed against her chest.

    “I’m just returning the favor” He said turning off the TV and walking over to her.

    “Get up.” Shanty glanced at the table across from her, not even acknowledging him.

    “Get up.” He said more sternly and yet she wouldn’t. He grabbed her long dark brown ponytail and pulled it upward. She yelped and instantly got up trying to make the pain stop. He just watched her and shook his head.

    “When I tell you to get up, you really should get up.” She hissed at him and he rolled his eyes.

    “You’re such a stubborn b***h.”

    “And you’re a sadistic a**.” Doug smiled at her.

    “Aw, thanks.” Pulling her hair, he walked over to the bedroom and flung her inside. He closed the door and she could hear a clicking noise meaning he locked her in.

    “Don’t worry I’m just gonna go to the store, you must be starving.” All of this tension made her forget just how hungry she was. She kicked the door and growled in frustration screaming and pounding on the door. When she finished, she sat on the bed. How long was she out for? How did he get in her house? Her house, her parents. She jumped up quickly a worried expression on her face.

    “What did that do to them!?” She screamed to nobody in particular. Sighing she lay down on the bed staring at the brown ceiling. Why was he torturing her like this? She couldn’t help but keep asking herself that question, why? How could that man afford a place like this? It was bigger than her own house and much pettier but still new. It was clean all over. When you walk into the house. To the right there was a dining room filled with clear glass sliverwear, a large table surrounded by chairs.

    To the left was a staircase with cream carpet. Along the staircase were ornaments that hung on the wall. Upstairs she could see a computer and laptop. As you walk down the hall, there was a bathroom on the right and a huge vase with bountiful flowers. In front on the hallway was the living room. It was filled with the sweet aroma of vanilla. There was a few couches and arm chairs surrounding a small table that held magazines. In front of the table was a wide-screen t.v, A sound system, play station and other electronics. There was a lot of sandpaper on the floor because since it was new , he had to sand the floor to get it smooth. To the left of the living room was a master bedroom and this is where she was located. A T.V was right in front of the bed and a dresser to the left and a bathroom to the right.

    Shanty sighed and grabbed a pillow fluffing it up and putting it behind her head falling into a deep sleep filled with horrible nightmares. Nightmares of the past. The wonderful horrible past. When her and him loved each other. Then when they began to grow apart. She never wanted that to happen.

    Meanwhile, the man was on his way back from the store. Walking into the house he walked into the living room and placed the bags in the kitchen which was located left of the living room. He unlocked the door to find a sleeping Shanty. No matter how much he didn’t want to, a small smile crept onto his lips. He sat on the bed watching her. Brining a hand to her face, he stroked her cheek softly. Stirring, she faced him and sighed.

    “Nii-San*” Shanty said groggily. He smiled.

    “Hm?” He answered back, Her eyes fluttered open and she stared up into his Hazel eyes and he stared back into her dark brown eyes. She moved his arms and turned her back to him.

    “Take me home Nii-San.”

    “Shanty you know I can’t do that.” She sighed and closed her eyes again. She wanted to ask him why but couldn’t. There was no use. He would only say. ‘I’m returning the favor’ and she didn’t want to hear that. He stared at her then stood and walked out of the room leaving the door open. A tear slid down her face as she wondered what was going to happen to here and her family. Would they worry? Would they be Joyful or angry?

    Sighing and tired of laying down. She got up off the bed and went into the living room. She watched her brother making lunch and sat on the ground next to the TV. She dug into the pocket of her black jeans and pulled out her wallet. She opened it up and looked at the picture of her mom and dad. It was funny to see them sometimes. Her dad was short and Japanese and her mom was tall and African American. That was a weird mix but love is love.

    She took after her mother more than her father. The only thing of her father that she had was his nose and smile. And although they weren’t blood relatives, she called him her brother because they were really like family and had the same heritage. His mom was Japanese and his dad was African American. Both of them were tall, she had long dark brown hair, He had short cropped straight black hair. She was browned skinned and he was a caramel color. She had dark brown eyes and he had hazel eyes. They looked so different, yet the same.

    Yes, they were different and one of the things that were distinguished was that he had a kind of Anger problem. He could be nice and caring and when he didn’t ger his way, didn’t get what he wanted he got really mad. No one knew why he was like that because none of his parents had anger problems but hats how he was.

    They were very close when they were young. They loved each and it was a weird relationship but they loved every minute of it. Thar changed 2 years ago. Lost in thought, she didn’t realize when he put a tray of food in front of her. When she finally did put own the wallet, she noticed him sitting in a chair staring at her. She looked down at the food and just stared at it.

    That question popped into her mind again. Why was she here? Why did he bring her here? He must want something. She was really scared but decided not to do anything rash until she knew what he wanted of him. It was lobster quiche with a lemon slice on the side. There was a glass of what looked liked home-made lemonade. She picked up the plate and placed it in her lap just staring at it.

    “Um..Thanks.” She picked up her fork about to eat when she stopped. He was staring at her intensely. She tried to ignore him and eat but it was hard. He just laid back on the couch and watched her. The way she looked when she eats. Her full luscious lips that moved every time she took a bite. Every movement she made in his eyes were that of a graceful ballerina.

    He smiled unnoticeably and stood up going into the bedroom. He put some clothes on the bed for her and walked out.

    “There’s some clothing on the bed. Take a shower and put them on, we’re going out tonight.” With that said, he walked upstairs. She picked up the glass of lemonade taking a sip. Going out where? She thought to herself. This was the first night that she was conscious that he kidnaped her and he wants to go out? She sighed and picked up the dishes walking into the kitchen and putting them in the sink. She was about to walk away when she turned on the pipe and began to wash them. The only reason she was doing this was because she didn’t want any problems with him. She didn’t want him to get mad because she witnessed first hand what he was like and she didn’t like it one bit.