Only You Sweetheart

Charlotte stirred. She had never felt so lethargic before in her life. Everything felt groggy to her and she was finding it difficult ten hen her eyes from the tiredness, she tried to roll over but found she couldn’t quite find the energy. She just wanted to fall back to sleep, she let out a small moan before yawning and turning her head to the side, why did she feel so sluggish? “I’m not gonna go into school today” she sighed.
“OK darling” the words were almost purr like. Charlotte scrunched up her face at the sound of the unfamiliar male voice. Did she get laid last night? She couldn’t even remember last night that wasn’t right, why couldn’t she remember what had happened last night? She remembered coming home from school, her room was different … things had moved, had she fainted? No … then her brother had text her, he was in trouble. “Damon” she whispered, she had forgotten all about Damon, she needed to get to the school and find him … school … the car park … Charlotte felt the sweat begin to from on her forehead. She slowly opened her eyes.

Matt was stroking the side of her face, smiling at her as if he were a loving boyfriend; they were both lying on the bed, side by side.
“I didn’t think you were ever going to wake up”
“Who are … you? … it’s you …Matt …What are you doing in my room? Was I attacked? Did you rescue me?” Charlotte was beginning to remember the tight grip around her chest when she was in the car park; somebody was going to attack her. Matt must have saved her just in time, God she knew she should have hung around at the party; he really was a good guy. She smiled at him.

Matt smiled back at her; maybe this was going to be easier then he thought. There was something in the way she looked at him … desire? God it was driving him crazy, how could one person drive you so fanatical. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and she was here, in his room, on his bed … he felt his pants grow uncomfortably tighter. Sure there would be some conflict at first, but the way she looked at him told him things might be brighter then they had first seemed. Unfortunately, things didn’t stay so bright for long. Charlotte soon lost her smile as reality kicked in.

Everything was becoming clear, she wasn’t in her room at all and Matt wasn’t her rescuer he was her attacker. Shit what a fucked up mistake she had just make he wasn’t a good guy at all!
“I want to go home,” she whimpered “Will … will you take me home?” she couldn’t anger him, he was psycho, he was probably boiling a bunny as they spoke!
“You are home baby, until we find somewhere more long term … look I’ve tried to make it as homelike as possible for you”
Charlotte looked around the room, scattered about were some of her belongings. It was him, he was the one in her room and now he expected her to stay here with him. Un fucking likely! He was mad; he was absolutely one hundred percent mad.
“Take-Me-Home-Now!” God if only she had the energy to move about more she would leave herself.
“No.”
Was that it, end of discussion?
“I said …”
“And I said NO” he looked angry, first rule. Do not make your kidnapper angry.
“But …” Charlotte thought hard “Why am I here?”
“I brought you here”
“But why?”
“Because I want you here with me?”
“Because your lonely?”
“Because I need you?”
“For how long?”
“Forever”
She had to ask.
“Please Matt … this isn’t right, you cannot keep me here hostage … people will realise that I’m gone, they’ll, they’ll come looking for me”
“Do you think I don’t know that, I’ve gone through every possible detail, they won’t find you … trust me. Your mine now” he smiled as if this was some sort of pleasurable game.
“I’m not yours” she was not going to give him the satisfaction of her being some whimpering soggy jelly weed who broke at the first obstacle.
“I think you’ll find that you are … your in my home, your completely helpless … completely at my mercy … you can’t even move which s yos you’ll need me to take care of you … it makes you mine” he was finding sheer pleasure out of her fear and discomfort, he was relishing it. He’d changed from a love struck weirdo to a snarling psycho.
“The reason I can’t move is because you have drugged me up and when they stop having an effect on me I’ll get up and leave myself”
“You think I’d make it that easy for you! I’m not stupid … you try to struggle and I’ll just drug you up some more, there’s plenty here an I can easily get some more … you’ll be just punishing yourself by trying to escape because then you’ll be in this position again … and no girl wants to be that vulnerable whilst in the presence of a guy whose intentions are less the honourable.”
“I will not stay here, whether you like it or not … I will be leaving.”
Even in her own head Charlotte knew how pathetic it sounded as the words left her mouth but she was not going to stay here any longer then was absolutely necessary he couldn’t be watching her all the time. Matt just sniggered. “Oh really?”
Charlotte looked at him, he had to have a weak spot, everyone did.
“Yes … really …this isn’t my home, I already have a home”
Matt sighed and got off the bed, it was only then Charlotte realised just how vulnerable she was, he watched as her body sunk into the bed once he was standing. She was scared of him. Good.
“You’ll feel paralysed for at least another couple of hours … I’ll let you think about how not to act for a while. I’m gonna go buy us something for breakfast. Perhaps maybe you’ll be more hospitable to your carer when I get back”
Charlotte held her breath as he walked towards her; a lump was forming in her throat. She was terrified of him; she was actually terrified of him. Matt leant down and kissed her forehead … “I’ll be back soon sweetheart” Then he left.

Charlotte started to breath again but it hurt, he had only walked towards her and she fought she was going to scream. It was only then that reality started to sink in. She was trapped. Her breathing was getting heavier, this wasn’t good. She had to find the strength to escape, he wouldn’t be gone long and she didn’t think she could cope with being in the same room with him anymore. He wasn’t going to act this nice, if you could call it nice for good, soon he’d get angry at her. Soon he’d retaliate her abuse with verbal abuse then with physical abuse. She’d seen it before, on the television, learnt about in criminology books … seen it on the news and read it in newspapers. Sure she was no expert but it didn’t take a genius to figure out how maniacs minds worked and he was a maniac.

Time went passed, Charlotte refused to cry. If she cried it meant she had broken and he had won. She could see he was taking delight in her fear and she was not going to go down without a fight. Without realising at first Charlotte’s body was beginning to move again more sufficiently, she still had a real lack of energy but moving was good. It meant means for escape.

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Matt couldn’t believe how well things were going. Charlotte had looked more delicious stretched out on his bed then in the whole time he had watched her … and he didn’t think she could have got any more beautiful. It was hard though, he could of quite easily crawled on top of her and taken what he had been fantasising about since he had first set eyes on her but it would of made things harder in the long run, he couldn’t just go in for the kill. He had to take things at a slower pace, make her more comfortable … then if she didn’t ease into his own arms at her own free will then he would turn to plan B. He knew she wouldn’t though, she was a fighter … which he couldn’t dislike about her … it was what made Charlotte, Charlotte. But he would break her, make her realise no one was coming to rescue her … no one would save her from him and that no on in fact cared about her except for Matt. First he’d invade her mind, then he’d invade her body. Unless she really pissed hff. ff. God he needed a joint. He grabbed what he needed from the shop and left, he needed to see her again. He had to.

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Charlotte had pushed herself off of the bed; she was now lying on the floor, her wrist firmly crushed underneath her body. The good: she’d had enough energy to push herself off of the bed. The bad: Her wrist had paid the price by hitting the ground just before her body. “A small price to pay if it means laving this mad house” she groaned. She twisted helplessly on the floor, she was barely moving in any sort of direction at all and Matt would be back soon. Panic started to set in as Charlotte fumbled about … the frustration of having no control over her body was upsetting her considerably. She cried out in aggravation “Please” she pleaded with herself “Please Charlotte”. Just out of her reach was a set of drawers, if she could just grab hold of the corner she could pull her body towards the door, her wrist throbbed slightly from her body landing on it but it was bearable and it was closer to the cupboard. She reached out and grabbed it and pulled her body, the pace at which her body moved was painfully slow and Charlotte knew time was running out, she couldn’t do it. The little energy she had had abandoned her. He was going to come back and find that she had tried to escape and she knew he was going to make her regret it. Tears formed in her eyes but she didn’t cry … she wouldn’t. She rested her head on the floor; she could hear every vibration around her. Fear shot through her body like it was as natural as breathing, she could feel herself trembling. Something else she couldn’t control.

The minutes went by like hours; Charlotte lay helpless on the floor waiting for him to return. Waiting … not something she particularly wanted to do but waited she did. Then she heard it, the door shutting, the footsteps towards the bedroom … the click of the door handle. She couldn’t see him entering but she heard him chuckle. Just like she heard kneel down beside her head. He pushed her hair away from her face “What were you trying to do baby?”
She ignored him; he wouldn’t get angry if she didn’t answer, she didn’t have the energy anyway. “I’m talking to you”
Charlotte’s outstretched hand felt his jacked stroke against it. She felt his fingers entwine themselves in her hair, rubbing against her head and then her face … he leant further in, so his mouth lay next to her ear. “Were you tying to escape?” he whispered, his hot breath made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. He stood up, groaned a little as he looked down at the outstretched beauty. Then she felt him crush her hand with his boot. Charlotte cried out in agony … but that’s all she could do, cry out … not retaliate in any way, not hurl abuse at him. Just cry out.

After he’d decided that she had suffered enough pain he scooped her up in his arms and lay her back down onto the bed … “Oh look, right back where you started” he mocked, he was enjoying her clear distress. “Please” she whispered.
Matt moved his face towards her, smiling. “Please Matt”
“Ssssh” he softly kissed her mouth, once … twice … he then moved down to her neck and the sensitive area below her ear. Gently … like a loving boyfriend would do.
Charlotte cried out in protest, his lips and tongue roaming about freely, caressing her skin. “Ssssh darling” he whispered between kisses. “Just relax” he leaned over, his knee dug into her injured hand making her cry out again. “Awww, that’s why you shouldn’t have disobeyed me darling, it makes me angry … but now, I’ll make it up to you” He licked her lower lip … groaning as he did. As he leant into her neck, sucking at the skin playfully … losing himself in her scent he didn’t notice the first tear that trickled down Charlotte’s cheek