Page 39 of Kalix
My stomach feels queasy as I begin to spiral, and I feel like I’m going to barf.
I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths.
It’s okay, Lainey. You’re not going to die today.
Oh, fuck. What if Alex kills me and I never get out of here?
Oh, how I wish I had Mary right now. She always calms my anxiety.
Stupid fucking anxiety.
I have anxiety medication, too. Nope. Can’t take that because I’m in the middle of fucking God knows where with a damn pervert who is probably going tokill me. No medication in sight because it’s in my fucking bag.
If Alex doesn’t kill me, I’m sure to die from a heart attack or stroke.
I bite my lip hard, trying to distract my mind from the reality of my situation.
“You better be looking for me, Kalix, or I’m going to fucking strangle you if I ever get free from this hell hole.” I murmur to myself, irritated, knowing damn well the first thing I want to do when I see him is get lost in his arms and never let go.
A tear slips down my cheek as I try to calm myself.
I shuffle backward toward the wall when the door cracks open.
In walks Alex with a lit candle in one hand and something I can’t see in the other. He sets the candle down and walks toward me, sitting down on the bed in front of me.
“We lost power a couple hours ago.” He lifts the object, making me flinch. When I realize it’s a water bottle, my tensed body relaxes a bit. He opens it and holds it out to me. When I don’t open my mouth, he says, “I just cracked the seal on it in front of you. It’s just water. Please drink.”
I decide to take a sip because my mouth feels like sandpaper and I’m not sure when I’ll get the chance to get some again. I notice a bruise forming on his forehead, a matching one is probably forming on mine as well.
When I finish, he pulls a packet out of his pocketand holds it up so I can read that it’s over the counter headache medicine. “Take these. It’ll help.”
He places them on my tongue and then holds up the water so I can swallow, then caps the bottle. He must grab my glasses from behind him, because they appear out of nowhere and he places them on my face. I notice they sit on my nose lopsided.
He pulls a phone out of his pocket. I immediately recognize that it’s mine. Swiping the screen, he holds it up to my face to unlock it. “How about we snoop some. What do you say?” He smiles at me, not waiting for an answer before he opens the photo app.
“What do you want from me?” I ask. He ignores me, stopping on a spicy photo I took the other night before I went out.
“Damn, baby.” He whistles.
“Alex.” I say through my teeth as he continues to ignore me. “Where are we?”
He exits out of my photos and clicks on the gps map. He points to a blue dot in the middle of the screen and says, “Here,” before clicking out and going back to my photos.
“I don’t know where that is.” I say, irritated now.
He lifts a shoulder, not bothering to look at me. “It’s not important.”
This fucker. “What do you mean its not important? You fucking drugged me and kidnapped me. I think its pretty fucking important.”
He laughs and shakes his head, “It needed to be done.”
My face crinkles in confusion, “Needed to be done?”
I get nauseous when he throws my phone down on the bed and clicks play on the video. Already knowing it’s the video of me fingering myself. My stomach rolls knowing this fucking creep is watching me doing something so intimate. Why the hell did I have to keep that video? I just wanted to see what it all looks like down there.
I make a mental note to never leave shit like that out in the open on my phone.
I don’t bother watching, so I pin him with a glare instead. He’s looking at the video intensely, biting his bottom lip. “Alex.” I say louder, he doesn’t even flinch.
