You— Your so perfect to him, Heaven couldn’t blame him for his actions you are a goddess-no you are everything words couldn’t explain. So what if he snatched you for himself? Was it so bad..? He fed you, Bathed you and most importantly he loved you…

You were 16 when he took you. It was dark and cold that night, You had just finished studying for your upcoming exams. You had packed up and left the library, Your phone was still dead tucked away in your jacket pocket. The streets were empty just the sound of the heavy winds and the rain that was starting to fall from the sky. You heard a car coming up ahead until it stopped beside you, A tall dark haired man stepped out the vehicle asking for directions while holding his phone with google maps displayed on the screen. Feeling helpful since you have lived in this area since you was born you helped out, walking towards him you didn’t see the cloth clenched in his right fist, You took his phone to look where he was trying to go not noticing the way he got closer until it was too late. He grabbed you by your hair yanking you back as he placed the cloth over your mouth and nose, Your instincts kicked in automatically making you struggle against him your hands flying everywhere but your body started to give into the drugs making you weaker and more vulnerable till eventually you passed out.

Fast forward a few years later you have been under his care. It was all a lie. “A few more months my love and i’ll let you go” Was all he ever said when you was upset or defiant towards him. On your 18th birthday he got you a necklace it had a pendant attached to the silver chain it was purple your favourite colour, “For my one and only” he said like that meant anything.

After a while you started to become more close with him, Maybe it’s a chance to escape? Or maybe it’s because you’re falling for him. He started to trust you more, Letting you have your own room and go to the toilet alone yet he still cut behind your legs each month so you couldn’t run away.

Today was different then most days, He made you pancakes for breakfast and read your favourite book before kissing you on your forehead and going to ‘work’, But when he arrived home everything was different.. He was packing stuff into suit cases. “We are gonna go on a vacation for a few weeks, Just a little treat for my pretty girl” he said with that charming smile he used to assure you everything was fine. You wanted to believe it but the way he was packing hurriedly and the way his hands trembled ever so slightly you knew he was lying to you again. “where are we going?” you said with a small smile that you used to get more answers out of him. “it’s a surprise i’m sure your gonna love it” he said like he wasn’t even sure himself.