Chapter 07: Unexpected Guests

                                    

                                          
It was an early Tuesday morning, around three o clock from what i could tell. I sat on the couch, watching as my captor scrambled around trying to find the materials he needed for work. He mumbled to himself as he collected his belongings, his eyes glancing to me once in a while. I remained completely motionless even though my mind told me this was the chance to bash this man over the head and end his miserable life. But i stayed patient and silent, if i acted too soon i could risk my chances.
After a good minute he had finally managed to collect his belongings and head for the door. He pushed the key into the lock before pausing to look back at me. Silence fell on the house as we stared at each other for the longest before he finally left, locking me inside. I didn't move from my spot until i heard his motorcycle pulling down the road. After a good few minutes i stood from my spot deciding to explore the estate properly.
Before i could come up with a plan to escape my new prison i needed to figure out my surroundings and what i could use to my advantage. The First Room I decided to explore more was the kitchen. I scanned over the counter, strangely not finding a trace of the cutlery from before. I decide to try to pull open some of the drawers to find that they were locked. I had to applaud my captors planning but this was just a minor setback.
Next i tried to open the fridge and pantry to find that it was in fact locked as well. This meant that for most of the day i would be denied food and water, this was probably a way to keep me weak enough that i cannot overpower him. I think over what exactly i would have to do until then since most of my access to the outside world was completely cut off and even if I got help I am still an escaped criminal.
I brush off the inconvenience of my situation and continue to make my way further into the house. Unsurprisingly i found that most of the rooms that could possibly grant me access to some form of defensed or escape were locked. The attention to detail was rather impressive, all of the light fixtures had cages over them, towel racks were removed, the furniture was bolted down to the flooring, decorative items were removed and almost every door and window was reinforced. This was going to be quite the challenge but still nobody is perfect. I just had to discover the Achilles heel in this fortress and i would be free.
I had reached the far end of the house which I found strangely empty. I was preparing to turn back when i heard the sound of banging coming from somewhere. I turn the corner to an empty hall where i find three doors, all sealed with three deadbolt locks. The doors were cracked in a few places but not enough to make it budge.
The far door was unlocked so I assumed that was where last night's meal was contained. I lightly push open the door inspecting the room. As soon as i did the foul smell hit me. From the mixture of the urine and feces that stained parts of the carpet, to the lack of proper hygiene of the former residence, most likely was the cause.
Once again, I heard panicked banging and slamming from the two remaining makeshift cells in the house. I walk over and begin to unbolt the locks, pulling the doors open. I was careful not to get too close in case someone burst out banging and slamming. Inside there was a man around my age and held a strong resemblance to me as well as a teenage girl who I could only assume was the daughter of the deceased family.
The boy's raven hair and dark green eyes made it obvious he was by no means related to the family and from what I could assume was far more used to his captivity than the panicking teen. His green eyes met mine with confusion as the blonde girl scrambled to her feet, tears staining her swollen cheeks. I couldn't help but wrinkle my nose at the foul smell they both shared but I maintain my composure
"Calm down, panicking is the worst thing you can do right now," I say calmly to the girl who finally noticed me standing there. The raven-haired boy walked over in an attempt to comfort the sobbing mess. "We are all stuck here and if we work together we can find a way to get out."
"And just who are you?" The raven-haired boy who looked far too much like me for my preference. My mind began to race over the various possibilities as to why he was kidnapped and the most likely was a substitute. The boy was to fill in the position of my captor's infatuation at least until he found me again. "How do i know you aren't with him?"
"Because I am just as much a prisoner in this house as the two of you are." I say attempting to ignore the rude accusation. He has been through a lot and has no reason to trust me. I look to the girl who hide behind him. "My name is Raphael"
The raven haired boy's eyes went wide at my name, his breath shaky as he tried to say something. I watched his knees go weak as he fell to the floor. I reached forward, grabbing him before he could bash his head against the hardwood. He would be no use to me injured.
"T-That bastard called me that all the time." He said looking up to me with tear filled eyes as he hoisted himself back up. He seemed not to be looking at me but instead staring through me. "He used to get violent if i ever corrected him, and he would force me to do horrible things."
The blonde girl tried to comfort him while all i could do was sit there. At this point i was insulted, this was what Mathew wanted from me. He wanted to have me as some little doll who would fulfill his twisted desires. I swear that this man would suffer at my hands
"Listen to me, if you work with me we can make it out of here, but you have to listen to exactly what i say." I explained giving them both a stern look they both turn their attention to me long enough to give me a nod. "Now let's get you cleaned up, both of you smell foul."