I barely have an appetite to eat my burger, but I know if I don't, he'll threaten me. I don't even get a full bite in before:

"You're a hungry girl hm?"

I feel my stomach crinkle up like a piece of unwanted paper. The burger goes down and almost comes right back up.

"Are you going to answer me?" He growls.

"Y-yes, I'm very hungry."

"Good girl, oh and look at that-"

The waitress makes her way towards our table once more and sets down our refill fries. The restaurant is filling up the longer I'm here, and she seems to be picking up the pace.

"Here you go, hun! Enjoy!"

I want to scream, cry out for help, tell someone, anyone, but Zavier has other plans. So instead, I take the fries and begin to nibble at them.

"Are they good?"

My heart has never sank so deep into my stomach as I nod.

He grins and responds, "Then I'll let you finish them, but after that, I think we should go."

I feel my body lurch forward in shock, thinking about what might happen. I know this man is dangerous, I can tell, anyone could if they were in my position. I realize I don't know when I'll eat again, and begin to shovel the fries into my mouth.

I can feel Zavier's eyes on me. They scan me like a watchful security light while I devour my fries. Everything about his movement feels predatory. He carefully twirls his pasta around his fork with a smirk on his face, like an amused hunter watching it's prey scramble for a chance at survival.

Was this a life or death situation? There's no way this man would murder me right?

He quickly stabs his fork into the remaining pasta making a loud noise as the fork hits the plate. He grins more maniacally as he takes his last bite. Was this my last meal?

Panic is flooding through me as he pulls out his wallet and sets enough money on the table for our whole meal.

He stands and holds his hand out to me. His eyes are not calm anymore. They no longer look calculated and held together, but more like a waterfall, constantly moving unpredictably. I stand next to him, but do not take his hand.

To give a sense of security, he puts his hand on my shoulder and leads me outside.

I debate trying to fight back, but Zavier is nearly twice my size, and before I know it, I'm in his car. I think it was black, but of course I didn't get any license plate numbers or anything.

Once he gets into the drivers seat, he pulls out a handkerchief and tells me to be still.

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I begin to shake, which he responds, "Hey, it's okay, I just can't let you know where we're going, wouldn't want you to snitch on me."

I feel him tying the handkerchief around the back of my head. From now on, I can only memorize the turns we take along the long bumpy roads.

Eventually the car drifts uphill before stopping. The car shuts off, and I listen to Zavier get out. I try to exit the car but my hands can't find the door handle. Zavier opens the door for me and leads me with his hand on my shoulder once more.

"W-what about my backpack?"

I feel him pat my shoulder reassuringly, "Don't worry. I grabbed it."

"Can I have it?"

His voice grows more irritated and I know I'm pushing it.

"Soon."

His hand leaves my shoulder and I hear him opening the house door. I'm too scared to move, but I'm forced to once he grabs my arm and drags me inside. I expected the blindfold to come off once I was inside, but that wasn't the case. With my sight absent, my other senses were hard to ignore. I felt the carpet floor beneath my feet, and the house smelled strong of cinnamon.

The lights were already on when we walked in, I could see the light through the blindfold, however, the room he put me into was dark.

He only turned on the light after he untied my blindfold. The room spread before me had dark wood floors, and red walls with chipped paint. It was very obvious the room had just been cleaned, the bed was made, and there was a TV pushed against the wall on a neatly cleaned stand, and even though one could tell the stand hadn't been touched in forever, it was dusted and polished.

"I hope you like it. This is where you'll be staying now."

I'm trying my hardest to be on my best behavior. This man could do whatever he wanted, I need to at least try to stay on his good side.

"I love it.."

After a few moments of awkward silence he speaks.

"Well go on. It's getting late, sit down and get some sleep. There will be a note under the door for you tomorrow, I suggest looking at it. Goodnight."

He shuts the door and I hear it lock.

Shit...Locked in? Really? What if I need to use the restroom?

These thoughts occur for about 15 minutes until I feel my eyes getting heavy. The bed I'm provided with is surprisingly comfy, and before I know it, I'm dead asleep.

I wake up to complete darkness, and upon sitting up, shivers crawl up my spine. I quickly remember where I am, and why. What I don't remember however, is the layout of the room I'm in. I stumble around the darkness, stepping cautiously as to be sure I don't step on or run into anything.

I reach the far wall across the bed and begin to scan it with my hands. I snag the light switch and quickly turn it on. Upon letting light enter my eyeballs, I remember what Zavier said about the note, and looked down to find it at my feet. I bend down to pick it up, and take it back to the bed to read it.

Hayami,

Welcome to my home, I hope you're enjoying yourself so far. I understand this may be new to you, but do not fear, this life will grow on you eventually, it does everyone. However, in this house there are rules, and routines that you may not be used to. First we will start with your needs.

If you need to use the bathroom, knock on the wall that the TV is against, someone will unlock your door eventually to let you go.

That being said, everywhere you go will be escorted to make sure you do not try and escape.

Food will be made three times a day, you will be woken up in the morning for breakfast, and you are expected to have certain things done before you get lunch or dinner.

If that is not enough for you, there are snacks for you provided in the dresser, top drawer. The rest of the drawers will have clothes for you to wear. There is a basket in the closet for your dirty clothes to go in.

You will have a chance to fill up the water bottle provided for you at every meal if you wish.

The time spent outside your room will be calculated carefully, and many times, you will not be aware of what you must do until the time comes.

Times will be scheduled shortly, and if there is any changes, you will be notified.

If you have any requests or issues, you can ask people on hand, they should be able to help you.

Much Love, Zach