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Leaning down, he kisses my shoulder. “Good. Now get some rest. When you wake up I will take you to get a shower and everything. We leave in two days,” he says standing up heading back to the door.
Two Days? Leave for where? Is he taking me back to Florida?
“Wh-where are w-we going?” I try to ask, sounding unaffected by his words.
When he gets to the door, he turns to look at me over his shoulder, giving me a smile. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about that. I have us completely covered.”
I am worried though. Depending on how he plans to transport me, I may or may not be able to find a way out of this.
CHAPTER 27
Lexi
Friday morning
Two days of this shit. My days are running together now, especially with no clock or windows to tell how the days are passing. I’m trying so hard to stay positive, but between the beatings, degrading me every chance he gets, and fucking me, I’m teetering on the edge. My body is sore, my head is swimming and I’m beginning to lose hope in getting out of this. He’s been sleeping in here with me now. At least I’m not tied down to the bed any longer, but I can’t even move without him stirring.
I did find out we’re in some sort of abandoned warehouse—one large enough to house an employee locker room with showers. The only time I have any privacy is when he leaves to go grab us something to eat or drink, but then he restrains me again, tying me to the bed and locking the door from the outside. Other than that, he’s here telling me about us moving to Italy, where his family is from.
He tells me about how we’re getting married the day we arrive in Sicily and then that binds us together for eternity. Andif I try to leave then, he and his family will hunt me down and kill me. The way he talks about killing me is so matter-of-factly. He really is a sociopath or psychopath… I don’t know which one, but he’s insane.
Currently, I am tied down to the bed waiting for him to come back with something to eat. He doesn’t tell me much, I just know we’re leaving soon on a plane. He just wanted to keep a watch out to make sure I haven’t been reported missing or if I was how seriously the cops took it. Since he hasn’t heard anything, he says we’re leaving this evening.
The lock on the heavy door scrapes against the metal, and the door opens slowly. He walks in with a smile looking over at me. I try to play the dutiful girlfriend and smile back at him. Which is strange, since he has me tied down to the bed. I’m sure it never looks real, but he sees what he wants to see.
He puts all the bags down on the table next to the door. He walks to the bed, leaning over with his hands on either side of my head, and kisses me. “Miss me?” he asks, to which I nod since that’s what he expects of me. “Good. I missed you, too. I brought you a new outfit to wear to the airport and something for us to eat before we leave,” he says.
Kissing me once again, he stands up straight and walks over to the table to unpack everything. He brings over the bag with the burgers, fries, and sodas, sitting them on the little side table next to the bed. After untying my wrists, he sits on the edge of the bed, looking me over.
Slowly sitting up, I feel self-conscious with all the bite marks and bruises that cover my entire body just from the last two days. I know Jason is admiring his handy work as he looks me over. I pull my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms around them.
“When are we leaving?” I ask quietly.
His brow furrows slightly, and if I didn’t know him as well as I do, I wouldn’t have noticed it. But he lifts his hand, cupping the nape of my neck, pulling me close. He kisses my nose, my forehead, and then my lips. “Don’t you worry about it, baby. I’ve taken care of everything. All you need to do is what I say,” he says, then kisses me again. “Now eat. I know you’re hungry and we have a long drive to the airport.”
Standing again, he walks over to the other bags, and I see him pull out clothes from the other bags. He walks back to the bed, laying them over the rod iron end. Sitting a new pair of sneakers on the table, he turns looking at me. He sees me watching him closely and moves back to where I’m sitting.
“Why aren’t you eating like I told you to?” he inquires sitting next to me. “I know you’re hungry.”
I look back over to the bag of food. I am hungry, but I’m not sure I can stomach eating right now. I’m so nervous about how I’m going to escape from this lunatic, but if I don’t eat he will be suspicious. Turning my body and shifting my feet to the floor, I grab the bag of food and pull out a few of the fries, putting them directly in my mouth. I grab one of the soda’s and lift it to my lips while drinking a few small sips.
He sits there watching me, while I nibble on the food and drink some of the soda. I can tell he’s watching me closely. After I eat what I can, I put the rest back in the bag as he devours his burger.
“Why aren’t you eating, Lexi?” he asks in a very harsh tone.
“I’m just trying to be cautious, Jas. You know I get air sick and I don’t want too much on my stomach before we fly,” I explain, trying to appease him as much as possible. He stares at me for a moment, contemplating the truth of what I’m saying. He searches my face for a few short moments, then turns back to finish his food.
As soon as he’s done, he throws his wrapper in the bag with mine and tosses it on the table. He stands up, grabs the final bag on the table, and hands it to me. I take it from him and look inside.
Seeing several things of concealer, foundation, face powder and different types of makeup, I look back at him with an inquisitive look on my face. He cups my face and his thumb brushes over the swell of my cheek bone. “I need you to look your best when you meet my family and I also don’t need people asking questions about this,” he says talking about the little bruise from when he slapped me the first night I was here.
For the last two days, he’s kept his temper under enough control that the majority of his hits and attacks have been to my arms, legs and torso. Places that can be covered easily. Jason has always been okay with leaving his marks on me, saying that I deserve the punishment that I receive, but he just doesn’t like the attention it brings me.
I look back into the bag and notice he’s basically given me what he’s seen me buy for myself. I look back up at him with a small smile. “Thank you,” I say sitting the bag back on the bed. I stand up and begin to get dressed in the clothes he provided me, a pair of jeans, a long sleeve turtleneck sweater and sneakers. Using the little mirror on the face powder, I apply the makeup to cover up the marks on my face, trying to make myself look presentable.
Finishing the final touches, by applying powder over my nose, I close it up. I look to Jason, who has been watching me and also texting on his phone. When he sees that I’m done, he closes his phone and stands up. Walking over to stand in front of me, he grips my chin with two fingers and lifts my face to his.
He has a very serious face on him. He looks all over mine, like he’s trying to memorize what I look like. That or he’s trying to analyze what exactly I’m thinking, which I will never allow.
