Chapter 4: Why?

                                    

                                          
Juliette's POV:
                          
"I know you have the urge to run away, but if you're gonna try then please wait until you're in a better condition".
                          
A few more tears slipped out of my eyes as my kidnapper stepped back into my prison kicking the door shut behind him. 
                          
"I'm certainly going to have to get some more locks on the door. I've got myself a feisty little kitten". I wanted to scream and cry at his unreasonable sense of humour in this horrid situation. Did he not care for a second that I may have a family to go home to.
                          
As he carried me back into the warm house, I took the opportunity to try and find any other possible exits seeing as the front door was probably now out of the question. Goodness knows what extremities he's going to take to ensure I don't run away again. But I just don't understand why I'm here in the first place.
                          
"Please, stay here". He carefully placed me down on the sofa staring at me intently before rushing off to another room. Staring back at the front door I fought the urge to jump off the sofa and try again, but I knew I would only fail, again.
                          
I could hear him bustling about in the bathroom possibly getting some drugs to knock me out so he could assault me. Staring over to what seemed to be the kitchen I thought over the possibilities of grabbing a knife and threaten him to take me home. But before I could act upon the idea of survival, the kidnapper came back carrying a first aid box. 
                          
I shuffled back on the sofa as he began to unpack the box laying out the contents neatly to one side.
                          
"Stop moving". He grabbed my leg harshly effectively scaring me into submission. His eyes were harsh and cold, but instantly softened as he assessed my trembling body. 
                          
"This is going to sting a little". I watched silently as he placed some gloves on. 
                          
Grabbing an sterile wipe he rested his hand on my neck to keep me in place and began to dab the wipe in and around the cut on my forehead. 
                          
"Ow, stop" I cried out in pain swinging my arms about and effectively slapping him in the process.
                          
"Sit still!" He growled out grabbing my wrists tightly before pinning me down on the sofa as he stared at me like a predator would with their prey. Chest to chest, gaze to gaze I have never felt so nervous. His eyes were angry yet I could tell he was anxious? Why would he be anxious?
                          
"Stop fighting me and just let me heal you". Composing himself he clicked his neck and picked up the discarded wipe and continued to clean the blood off my face but stopped when he saw me crying again. 
                          
"What's the point of taking care of these wounds if you're going to inflict more on me".
                          
"WHAT?" He roared loudly making me whimper and cover my face with my hands in hopes of defending myself from the beast in front of me. 
                          
"Hey, I'm sorry for scaring you". The kidnapper placed his hands on my wrists sending the same tingles up my arms and moved my arms down until they were placed by my side.
                          
"I would never hurt you. I could never hurt you Juliette". 
                          
"NO". Pushing him away and shakily standing up I grabbed the first thing I could see and threw it at him.
                          
"Really Juliette? A pillow?". 
                          
He edged closer towards me as he threw the pillow back on the sofa with a smirk on his face. 
                          
"How the hell do you know my name?" I screamed back at him whilst throwing books from a nearby bookshelf. But to my annoyance he was an expert at dodging incoming items. 
                          
"Because I've been watching you for a long while now and know a lot about you". 
                          
"Well that's not creepy at all!". I kept backing up as he walked around the sofa whilst occasionally catching the books I was throwing at him. 
                          
"Juliette, cut this crap out and let's talk".
                          
I screamed in frustration as he caught the last book I could find. I was now helpless without a weapon.
                          
"Why? So you can rape me, hurt me or kill me and leave my body for the animals". 
                          
"Juliette, I'm not going to do any of that so stop this childish behaviour and let's talk". 
                          
Picking up a stool I hold it up defensively making it clear that I would use it if needed.
                          
"So then why kidnap me? Why do you know so much about me?" I yell out whilst threatening to throw the large and rather heavy stool.
                          
"Because ever since my eyes fell upon you I was caught up in you. You were all I could think about. I watched you. The way you were with others and everything about you was beautiful. I knew I had to have you for myself". 
                          
He smiled shyly as he finished justifying himself for kidnapping me. 
                          
Without any warning I threw the large stool at him and to my relief he didn't see it coming and it hit him square on the head.
                          
"Fucking hell woman". 
                          
"What the hell! You can't kidnap someone because you are infatuated with them. If that was the case I would've kidnapped David Gandy, Stephen James, Shawn Mendes and many more by now. This isn't normal behaviour. What's wrong with you. Didn't your mother teach you what's right and wrong". 
                          
Suddenly his angry face disappeared and now he was staring at me with a blank and emotionless expression.
                          
"Call me crazy, but I don't care. You are the one I want and you're going to stay here with me for the rest of your life. You are not going to see anyone and you can forget about everyone you love". 
                          
He turned away from me and headed into another room huffing loudly and mumbling about me being a pain in the ass. 
                          
"You are not going to see anyone and you can forget about everyone you love". 
                          
His words sunk in and my blood turned cold. The thought of never seeing anyone I loved again hurt my heart more painfully than my head. He thinks I'm going to live here with him until we die of old age. 
                          
The room suddenly turned deadly silent and I felt everything slow down. 
                          
Oh no.
                          
I could feel myself loosing control of my limbs as I saw myself fall to the floor in slow motion.
                          
I haven't had a fit in months. 
                          
My body crashed to the floor, but I couldn't do anything about it. No words, no pain, no movement. I had completely lost control.
                          
From the corner of my eye I could see my kidnapper running towards me, his mouth moving rapidly as he crouched down by my side with fear on his face. 
                          
As if on cue, my body starting jerking and jolting extremely fast like I was being struck by lightning, but I had no control of it. Hopefully it wouldn't be my time to die, I still had to fight my way out of this hell hole and be reunited with my family. 
                          
My kidnapper crawled behind me and supported my neck as my body shook violently. He wiped the hair out of my face as his mouth began to move again. Concern and worry swarmed his face, but I couldn't hear a thing or say a word. Instead I just let my body take control and thankfully darkness invaded my vision. I knew I'd be safe in the darkness.