Chapter 42
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'Are you going to give up on yourself just like how your mom gave up on you?'
That thought was like a slap in the face waking me up. The fire that was about to be extinguished was now rekindled and stronger than before. I pushed Mr. Moore away and stood up ignoring my throbbing ankle; heaving like a bull.
He looked up at me stunned.
"I won't ever give up. I am not like your other victims. At least I don't have to be scared that I will get killed leaving me enough time to find a way out. I'll NEVER be yours Mr. Moore."
With his mouth agape he stares at me. "You're so sexy." He said mesmerized.
"What?" I was at loss for words.
He rose up quickly making me flinch. "You're so fucking sexy! I don't know how to explain it you're just…ugh." He wiggled with his fingers trying to get out of his words frustrated. "I just love you…" He said blanking out.
I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks making only on them a shade of red appear. "Y-You're crazy." I stammered.
He winked. "Only for you, baby."
I let out a strained groan throwing my arms up walking away from him to I don't know where. This man is unbelievable!
….
For the past few hours I walked around, exploring the house or what Mr. Moore would like to say "Getting familiar with my new home" and just like he said there was no exit which I still can't believe otherwise how else did we get inside? Aren't there any bookshelves or something that I can pull so that a secret door will reveal itself? And there were also no windows in the other rooms present.
I raked through my hear frustrated and huffed as I glanced around the bedroom where there was a king-sized bed placed. I glanced appalled at it. If he thinks we will share the same bed then he's dead wrong. He's going to make acquittanced with the couch.
"Baby?"
I rolled my eyes. Speak of the devil. Mr. Moore peaked in to the room and beckoned me to come to him. "Let's eat."
My stomach grumbled against my will at the word 'eat' and I blushed clutching my stomach. Mr. Moore chuckles. "You haven't eaten for a whole day, so that cute rumble is understandable. Come." He reaches out his hand for me to take it.
Reluctantly I took it and let him guide me to a set up dining table. I sat down and stared, drooling down at the bowl of tomato soup. Thinking that it may have been drugged I glanced wearily up at my captor as he took a slurp of his soup.
He felt me staring and looked at me. "It's not poisoned. See I am also eating it. Do you think that I will drug myself too?" He raised his eyebrows questionably.
I shifted uncomfortable giving him a side eye. "You could have drugged only mine bowl." I mumbled, fumbling around with the spoon.
He growls slamming his spoon down on the table. Ripples formed in the soup from the impact. "Eat it before I shove it down your throat." He growled threatening.
"Fair enough." I squeaked and gulped down the soup in a matter of seconds cursing mentally at how he could even make a simple soup like this taste so divine.
I was so into slurping down the content to notice a pair of eyes watching me intensely. I halted and looked uncomfortable at Mr. Moore whose chin was leaning on his hand, his elbow resting on the table, smiling softly at me.
"What?" I asked uncomfortable.
"I usually love watching you eat, but seeing you eat my cooking so happily makes me really happy."
I scoffed. Is he serious? "I eat like a pig."
"That's what makes you cute." He said obviously not listening to me. Pressing my lips into a thin line I gave a silent eye role and continued slurping down the soup while doing my best at ignoring his painfully hungry stare.
I put the bowl down after emptying its content. Seeing that puts Mr. Moore in action and he stood up clearing the table; bringing the dishes to the sink to wash them.
"Let me wash them." I told him as I stood up pushing the chair backwards in the process, feeling a tiny bit guilty that he's even washing the plates after cooking us a meal.
"No need, just stay there." He said, his back turned to me his broad shoulders moving.
I huffed and plopped back in to my seat. My chin leaning on my hand as my elbow rested on the table. Making circling motions with my fingers on the soft white fabric that was covering the furniture; letting out low grumbles feeling the boredom entering me again.
"Oh about that plushie toy of yours-" He begun and I let out a startled gasp.
That earned me a suspicious eye-glare from my captor as he glanced over his shoulder. "Is there something wrong?" He asked his eyebrow raised.
I let out a cough accompanied by a laughter full of awkwardness making his eyebrow raise even more. "Nope, there's nothing wrong at all!" I smiled, cursing myself on how my voice sounded higher than normally.
"Uh-hu." He said not sounding convinced at all, but still proceeded to turn around and continued washing the plates.
"So what about the bear?" I asked, leaning more in his direction with my ears spits wide open.
"I put it in our room. I was planning to burn it not liking the idea of you hugging anything else but me, however I thought that you may needed some type of companion here so I brought it with us."
I had to contain breaking out in a smile to not look even more suspicious, but I was celebrating like a lunatic on the inside. He doesn't know what that plushie animal holds!
"Thank you." I whispered displaying a soft smile and feeling thankful towards him for the first time.
His ear shell was turning bright red and he covered his mouth with his balled up hand letting out a cough. "It's in the closet, if you want to see it."
I stood up shoving back the chair so enthusiastic that it almost fell over sprinting towards the room. "I'll be back in a jiffy!" I yelled over my shoulder.
Entering the room I yanked open the closet revealing my buddy. I turned it around revealing the zipper on its back, pulling it down with a haste. When the opening was shown revealing the filling contents I shoved my hand inside scrambling around searching for something.
My eyes lit up when I felt that something, pulling it out.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you God, I will never doubt you again." I whispered looking up at the ceiling clutching the object closely to my chest.
I stared at the red glossy coated object, my lifebuoy.
I exhaled relieved.
"I missed you my portable phone"
