Slave To A Monster...|2|...I DO NOT Belong to You...|2|

Scared - Three Days Grace



You slowly wake up, feeling weaker than you've ever felt before. You look around. You're back home, in your bed as if you'd never left. Playful beams of sun spread across your comforter. You're dressed neatly in a pair of your pajamas and your party clothes are nowhere to be seen. Maybe last night was a dream. It had to be. Why else would you be home? You lie in bed, at last deciding to call in sick. You can't seem to get up, your limbs protesting at the slightest movement. You grab the phone off its cradle on the night stand by your bed. You wait while the phone at the deli rings. A movement out of the corner of your eye catches your attention. Eyes widening, you almost don't answer when someone on the other end picks up and says hello.
"This is An-Angela." You stutter, still staring at Jace leaning against the wall in your living room. You can see him through the open door. He stares at you, his icy blue eyes cold.
He enters the room slowly, taking his time. "Tell them you quit." He says softly, in a cold tone.
You immediately do as he says, trying to explain to your boss why you didn't even give him notice. Your excuse is that you're moving. You don't even know where the thought came from. And you don't know why you obeyed Jace. But something, you don't know what, wouldn't let you do otherwise. At last you hang up the phone, your heart racing. You try your best to sit up, feeling incredibly vulnerable.
"W-what are y-you doing here?" You ask, frightened more than you've ever felt before. "How do you know where I live?"
He smiles slowly. "Who do you think followed you home all those times? I thought you might have figured that out by now."
You shake your head, your eyes closed. This can't be happening. You're still dreaming. You have to be. At last you swallow and look down at his feet. "What do you want?" You ask softly, scared to know the answer.
"Well, quite simply, you." He says, moving next to you.
"You're crazy!" You exclaim, looking up at him with wide eyes. "I'm going to call the police." You grab the phone, your fingers already dialing 9-1-1.
"Angela, put the phone down." He says icily. To your horror your hand moves to do what he says. You hang it up. "Now, you'll either allow me to carry you, or you'll have to walk out yourself. Whichever will arouse the least suspicion with your neighbors."
You shake your head, tears springing to your eyes. "No, please no." You whisper.
"Yeah, you'd probably better walk. Don't want to make you look like an invalid. Now get up and come with me." He walks out of the room and you watch in fear as your body moves without your consent, the energy returned, to walk out of the room and follow his tall form outside. Your shoulders shake as sobs form. You don't know whether he's planning on killing you or...something else, but you know whatever happens, you probably will never come back. You wrap your arms around yourself and let the tears flow down your cheeks as you follow Jace down the street.
A couple of blocks later you find yourself in a deserted lot. A chill races down your spine. Having gotten fairly far in front of you, Jace stops and waits, looking back at you with his icy gaze. You catch up with him at last, wishing your body would allow you to turn and run away. Sniffling slightly, you stare at the ground in front of his feet. A cold wind whips around your slender form, tossing your bright auburn locks across your face. His hand grabs your chin, forcing your tear-streaked face to look at him. You squint in the sunlight, avoiding his searching gaze. "It worked better than I thought." He murmurs his grip gentler. At last he lets go, allowing his fingers to softly stroke your chin.
He wraps his arms around your waist. "Let me go!" You exclaim in surprise. You kick out at him, but your feet fall short as your breath is taken away. You're at least ten feet off the ground already and gaining. You gasp and glance up at Jace. He's looking over your head, out at the horizon. Finally you're above most of the buildings. You have no idea how he's doing it. He suddenly picks up speed, leaning forward slightly. You glance down and your breath catches in your throat again. If you fell... You quickly wrap your arms around his waist, clutching his shirt. You look up again in time to see a smirk cross his face. You crane your neck around to see where you're heading. He flies straight for the tallest building in the city.
Your eyes widen. "What are you doing? Are you insane?" You scream, the words flying out of your mouth and quickly disappearing in the wind. You turn and press your face into his rock-hard chest, gasping. You feel him change direction suddenly, the force tearing at your dangling legs. Your foot touches the edge of the building as he skirts around it. After several moment you get up the courage to look around again. You're past the city, flying over the suburbs now. The wind whips in your face wildly, tossing your hair every which way. The only way to prevent it is to keep your head against Jace's chest. You defiantly allow it to bring tears to your eyes, but at last you give in, burying your face in his shirt. You can hear his heart beating through his chest.
After quite a while he slows down and you pull your face away to look out. You can't recognize any landmarks. It's grassy with small groves of trees around. A lake rests just beyond a small hill. The air is considerably warmer. At last he begins a descent toward the grassy ground. You see a large house next to a winding road right near where you're landing. At last he sets you down and you totter slightly, trying to adjust to the solid ground.
You glance around anxiously. "Where are we?" You ask, your voice rising and cracking slightly. You're frantic, moving your head around to try to spot any civilization besides the house. There is none. You take in a shuddering breath and close your eyes. When you open them Jace is already at the gate to the driveway.
"Come on." He growls, marching up the driveway. With a glance at his back you take off running in the opposite direction. You only make it a few feet before he grabs you from behind. His arm wraps around your waist, so tight you feel like you can't breathe.
"Going somewhere?" He asks softly, his arm tightening. You gasp and shake your head, trying to pull in a breath. "Good." Dragging you across the dirty ground, he at last drops you just inside the gate of the house. He enters the front door, leaving it open for you to come in after him. Gasping for breath, you pause before entering, wondering what he plans to do with you. Will he kill you now or later? Surely he won't let you live after he hurts you, although this is an awful lot of effort just to do that. You'd already seen his face. "Hurry up!" He snaps, standing just before you with his hands on his hips. Startled, you jump and cross the entryway, still staring at the ground. You hear muffled voices coming from another room.
At last you look up, glancing around the huge hall. It's empty except for the beautiful decor, and it looks exactly like the place you were at last night. Having such a nice house in a deserted place like this is surprising. Taking a deep breath, you follow Jace into the living room, your bare feet suddenly cushioned in the soft carpet.
He leads you up a small flight of stairs then down a long hallway. The cream-colored carpet soaks up the tears that fall from your eyes. At last he opens a door and pushes you into a dimly lit room. You stumble and barely catch yourself, looking up at the large room. A large oval bed with black sheets stands at one end, and several wooden dressers stand against the walls. There's no window, but light is coming from somewhere. A large wardrobe stands on the opposite side of the room, almost right next to a tall metal cage, as tall as you are in height. Several blankets and pillows are strewn across the bottom of the cage. Jace follows your gaze. "Like it? It's yours." You shudder.
"Answer me when I ask you a question." He growls, grabbing your hair and turning your head to look at him.
You let out a yowl, kicking at his shins. Your bare feet meet the bone, not doing anything other than hurting your toes. He frowns. "Naughty." His bare hand smacks you across the face, leaving a welt in the shape of his hand. You let out a cry, reaching your hand up to touch the skin. Tears fill your eyes.
"Now answer me." He commands, his smoky eyes boring into yours.
"No." You mutter, knowing you're playing a dangerous line.
"Oh really? You'll be glad of it soon enough." He laughs under his breath, apparently having more in mind for you than just raping and killing you.
He releases your hair and steps away, his hands behind his back. "I have some things to do. We can get better acquainted later." A grin crosses his handsome face.
You blink, your face still pale. "What are you going to do with me?" You ask softly, clasping your hands in front of yourself.
He looks at you. "You'll see." He says mysteriously, his mouth twitching at the corners.
"Are you...going to kill me?" You ask slowly, glancing at the ground as more tears form in your eyes.
"No, baby, I have much better things in mind for you." He turns, leaving the room. "I'll have the others come and clean you up. Stay in here or you'll be punished." He exits, ignoring your pleas for him to release you. He closes the door behind himself and you hear his footsteps move down the hall.
"Let me go!" You scream at the closed door. "I want to go home!" Racing over to the door you pound on it, still sightly scared of what will happen if you open it. You collapse to the floor and bury your face in your hands, sobs shaking your shoulders. How did this happen? How did you get picked? You never bothered anyone. You went to your job, did what needed to be done, hung with your friends, and never did anything extreme. And then this guy appeared out of nowhere, kidnapped you, and would probably torture you too. You hear a creak as the door opens. You lift your head fearfully, scared that Jace has returned.
A blonde girl enters, followed closely by a brunette, the same brunette that had answered the door when you arrived at the party last night. Both are wearing incredibly skimpy outfits and both sport bruises and scars. You shiver as you look at them. They glance around the room before their eyes land on you. They smile, but it's a nervous smile, as if they're not sure what to expect. "Are you Angela?" The blonde asks at last, taking a small step toward you. You nod, trying not to sniffle. "I'm Ashley." She points to the brunette. "That's Natalie." Natalie smiles slightly, the same anxious look in her eyes as the night before. "Jace sent us to help you get ready."
You nod, confused and not sure what to think of these girls. Nothing makes any sense. You allow them to help you undress and lead you to the bathroom, a door leading off the room you're in. You don't even care to admire the marble fixtures and huge tub. It's filled with steamy water and surrounded by various toiletries. The girls leave you to your bath and you sink into the water, letting the heat carry away your troubles. A small sigh escapes your lips as you relax, trying to forget everything else. After a while you wash yourself then get out, finding a plush towel lying on the counter. You also find a brush and quickly work through the tangles obtained while flying. Ashley comes back, carrying some clothes. She stares at you for a moment, then glances down at the outfit. "Here." She mumbles, handing you the outfit. You take it and stare at it for a moment, more tears rushing to your eyes. "Thanks." You mutter, trying to speak past the lump in your throat. She leaves you in privacy to put the clothes on. There is a tiny black skirt and a tight black spaghetti strap shirt, low cut and exposing plenty of cleavage.
You stare at yourself in the mirror. You look like such a slut. That's probably the point. Ashley's face in the mirror behind you startles you. "We have to go now. Do you have everything you need?" Her words are stiff, as if she doesn't care how you answer. You follow her as she walks out of the bathroom.
"Wait..." You plead. "Don't leave me alone...please." You're surprised at how pathetic your words sound. Ashley and Natalie turn at the same time. Natalie sighs.
"What?" She asks, slightly harsh.
"I don't want to be alone. Who are you? Please stay...please talk to me." You whimper, your heart heavy at the thought of Jace's return.
Ashley's face softens considerably. "I'm sorry...We can't stay. Are you hungry? We can bring you some food before he comes back."
Your stomach feels like lead but you nod, desperate for them to come back. Natalie smiles slightly.
They leave the room, shutting the door soundly behind themselves. You stare at it hopelessly, waiting for them to return. You refuse to sit anywhere but the floor, not wanting to touch anything he has. Glancing around the room, you notice something else. Jace apparently really likes posters. He has a lot of them. And mostly bands. There's The Used, Thursday, Chevelle, Stained, Good Charlotte, Nirvana, Incubus, Hoobastank, and a couple others that you've never heard of. Of course, besides those, there's also several ones of swimsuit models. It seems to fit Jace somehow. You rest your head in your hands and stare at the ground, trying to calm yourself. There has to be some way out of here. Maybe those girls know. But then why would they not have left yet? There has to be something more. You release a sigh and close your eyes, forcing your breathing to regulate. The door opens again. You look up quickly and see Natalie enter by herself with a tray. On the tray is a sandwich and a cup of milk. You watch hungrily as she sets it down on the floor in front of you.
"Here. Ashley couldn't come back, sorry." She watches you for a moment. You quickly devour it while Natalie watches.
"Natalie, um, please, where am I?" You ask quickly, afraid she'll leave before you can ask.
"You're in Jace's room." She says matter-of-factly.
You sigh softly. "No, where are all of us? What state? What city?"
She gives you a blank stare. "I don't know. We're just...here."
You let out a long breath. If you don't know where you are, you can't get home. "Where's the closest town?"
"I...don't know. Maybe twenty miles. I don't know how to get there, though. Or what it's called. Jace and the others won't let us see. I've been there, though." She hesitates, glancing away. You can tell she's nervous about even letting you know that much information.
You decide that you're going to find out somehow. Another question pops into your head. "Why I am I here?"
She shakes her head. "You don't want to know."
You nod. "Yes I do."
She sighs. "You belong to Jace."
"No I don't!" You exclaim, shocked by her words.
She shrugs. "He injected you with that needle, right?"
You pause, then nod slowly, wondering how she knows.
"That was this serum he made. It bonds you to him. You're his. He can tell you what to do, and to a certain extent, you have to do it. Your body is controlled by him." The corners of her mouth droop, and you wonder if maybe the same thing happened to her. "It only works when he's nearby, though."
You blink several times, a hysterical laugh bubbling up. You giggle, your eyes wide. Natalie looks at you like you're crazy. You laugh again, but this time it ends with a sob. You bury your face in your hands, trying to muffle your cries. Natalie's hand touches your shoulder for a brief moment before she pulls away. You hear footsteps down the hallway approaching the door. Jace. You glance up with wide eyes, stray tears still dripping down your face. Natalie jumps away from you with a wince and faces the door. Crawling backwards on your knees you draw to the far side of the room, giving yourself rug-burns in your haste. The thick wooden door swings open and Jace enters. His bright blue eyes land on Natalie for a moment before he glances around the rest of the room. He spots you huddled in the corner.