Chapter 50
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"What?" my voice was laced with confusion and slight hope. We were sitting at the dining table with me wearing the same clothes from yesterday and Mark was now wearing a suit.
"I'll leave for work soon." He announced again in between his bite.
I had to stop downing down my toast after hearing what he said.
"What? Why." I asked surprised, but couldn't hide away the elated feeling of him finally leaving.
His brows came together and he glared at me. "You could at least try to not look so pleased." He pouted.
"Sorry." I said grinning ear to ear.
He grumbled and took another bite of his toast. "People will get suspicious if they start noticing your absence, so I have to go to work to avoid any suspicion directed at me." He explained.
"It may help if you also take me to work?" I hinted eyeing at him hopeful.
"Not going to happen kitten." He said firmly.
"Great…" I mumbled and lost my appetite immediately pushing the plate away from me.
Mark had already gulped down the food content and started to clear the table; bringing the dishes to the sink.
"Do you want me to buy something for you?" He asked.
"A door that leads to the outside world would be nice."
"No."
"Then give me a damn WIFI."
"No." He refused again. "Do you want something else? Like food maybe?" He tried again.
"A cake with a bomb inside to blow this prison up."
"Okay." He started, ignoring my last request. "I'll leave for work now then."
'Huh?' Is he not going to drug me or something? Is he going to show me the exit?
Mark smirked seeing my expression and stalked towards me. "But of course we can't have you seeing the door, can we?" He reached for something in his pocket and pulled it out.
My expression turned grave and I stepped backwards cautiously, scowling at him. "Are you going to drug me again." I asked, my voice wobbly.
He shook his head and revealed a blindfold. "Drugging you all the time is not healthy, so I am going to put on the blindfold on you and you're going to sing the opening of Spongebob, loudly. If I don't hear you sing loudly or the blindfold is removed then-"
"You're going to kill off every living being that I hold dear." I bobbed my head in understanding as I finished his sentence.
He grinned. "You know me so well~"
He wrapped the silky fabric around my eyes, robbing me of my sight. "Start singing." He ordered his tone low as he whispered in my ear.
With a loud voice I started to sing the verses of Spongebob not caring if I sounded tone deaf. Why did I even had to sing this? Any shuffling that may had been created by Mark was muffled away by my voice making it difficult for me to hear where the door could be even if I spits my ears wide open.
Finishing the song I was hesitant to remove the blindfold, but I still went ahead to untie the knot.
I glanced around and Mark wasn't there. "Hello? Mark? Are you really gone?" I called out, but the answer that I received was a pin-drop silence.
I started to waltz around the house peering in to every room. No sign of my captor to be seen. He really went to work.
"Yes!" I celebrated with a fist bump and raced towards the bedroom. I grabbed the teddy bear and practically ripped the cellphone out of it together with some fluffy content in a haste. The next few hours I spend waltzing, running and jumping around the house searching for reception, but albeit the only thing that came out of this was the shortness of my breath.
Huffing and puffing from the lack of oxygen I stared helplessly at the phone screen where there was not even one bar present. "Why isn't this working!?" I yelled throwing the phone on the couch as I start to ruffle my hair in frustration.
Pacing left and right I begun to gnash at my fingernail, my brows knitted together. "I don't have much time left before he comes back." I groaned.
I stopped mid-step and let my eyes roam around the room. There is a door that leads to freedom. Mark has proven that already. It's just really well hidden away.
"Perhaps some type of button is hidden in the wall?" I mumbled thoughtfully and placed the palms of my hands on the cold white dyed wall of the living area. I let my hands drift over the walls, moving inch by inch not missing one spot. Like that I went over the house again.
I was now in the in the bathroom on my knees, pressing down every bathroom tile.
"Come on…come on." I said through gritted teeth.
Suddenly rumbling sounds followed by a thud could be heard from the other room. I froze on spot and carefully turned around. "Mark?" I called out, the turbulence in my voice present; but received no answer feeling the urgency well up in me.
I rose up from the cold damp floor and slowly inched forward to the door. With trembling hands I reached for the door handle. Together with the ear deafening sound of my hammering heart I anxiously opened the door.
My eyes broaden in fear and I took a trembling step back. My mouth felt parched and my lips were quivering. At eye-level I was met with a muzzle. The person that held me at gunpoint wore a black shirt and pants. His arm was in a blue cast, resting in an arm sling. His normal tan golden skin was now covered in blue and purple bruises. With a vindictive grin his brazen forest green eyes met mine.
"Hi sugar plumps."
I let out a shuddering breath that I didn't know that I had.
"James."
