Only You Sweetheart

Charlotte woke up in a cold sweat; it was still nighttime though what time exactly she didn’t know. She thought she was having a nightmare but the moment her eyes opened her heart felt like it had dropped as the horrible feeling of reality kicked in. She felt Matt’s arms wrapped around her, his face was buried into the nape of her neck and she felt the coolness of his lip ring on her skin. Had the situation not been so horrifying for her she might of found it funny how someone who appeared to be so calm and together when they were asleep or things were going their way could suddenly turn into a raving lunatic.

His hand slowly moved up her stomach and for a few tense seconds Charlotte’s heart stopped as she thought he had woken up, once he let out a sigd std stopped moving again she let out a breath of relief until it suddenly dawned on her that eventually he would wake up and she would have to go through everything all over again. Had it really only been one day that she had been trapped here?


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Damon’s alarm clock went off at 7.30am, not that he had hardly got any sleep, he had kept drifting off but he had stayed awake most of the night hoping to hear Charlotte stalking in back to her bedroom, but he hadn’t. He still shot up from his bed hopeful that he had fallen to sleep as she had come in but in the back of his mind he knew she wasn’t going to there. He ran straight to Charlotte’s bedroom and dived straight into the room. Untouched. Nothing was different since the last time he had been in there including the absence of his sister.

He skulked down the stairs dread pouring over him. He knew Charlotte would never be so thoughtless of other peoples feelings as not to call if she were staying over someone else’s for this long period of time, she would of called either Nina or Damon to let them know. His mother was sitting at the table smoking, he didn’t either bother to comment on the glass of whisky she was sipping at such an early hour, he was too concerned about Charlotte.

“Have you called the police?” he asked turning to her
“About what?”
Damon had to grit his teeth so as not to scream at her for her lack of care for her daughter.
“About Charlotte”
“Not yet”
“What do you mean not yet? Did you have any intention at all of calling them?”
“I still think you are over reacting”
She was acting so calm, so unconcerned. Damon stormed over to the phone and callhe phe police, it had been 24 hours. She was officially a missing subject.

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Charlotte woke up to find that Matt had gone; she also found that her left hand was hand cuffed to the bed. How he had managed to do it without her waking up she didn’t know and she didn’t think she wanted to either. She struggled against, yelling through gritted teeth at the piece of metal, the only thing stopping her from escaping. She knew he probably wouldn’t have handcuffed her unless he was out of the apartment, which meant this was probably the only opportunity of escaping without being caught and there she was tied to the bed, the sheets had ridden to her hips leaving her on show with just a bra on to cover up her modest. The thought of him walking back in and seeing her like this brought the familiar feeling of dread and she struggled helplessly trying to free her hand. It was no good; she was well and truly stuck.

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The police car was outside her house, Matt watched from a distance as they walked into her house. The brother answered the door; her mother probably didn’t even give a fuck. God how he would love to beat her to a pulp for not caring about someone as special as Charlotte. He couldn’t help but smile; they would never know it was him. They would look for her but to no avail – she was his and they couldn’t stop that. It did mean that he would have to move her away from his apartment soon though, being too close to her previous house may cause problems; she would have to be somewhere where she was not familiar with, somewhere where they could start afresh and be happy without being found. Things were turning out rather nicely. He felt the heat run through his body as he thought about who was lying on his bed, waiting for his return. He turned around and headed home, excitement making his heart beat faster with every step.

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Charlotte heard him come through the front door; the time it took him to get to the bedroom was making her feel sick. She thought she was going to vomit from the panic. She cowered as he walked into the room noting how his eyes ran over her half naked body making his lips curl upwards, he stalked over to her and knelt on the bed.
“I’m sorry for leaving you here babe, I know you probably wondered where I was”
Charlotte almost told him how she didn’t care where the hell he was as long as he didn’t come back but noted how she was handcuffed and likely to get a beating for it.
His hand ran over her chest and stomach, she tried to edge away from him but she was restricted to where she could move to and where ever her body moved his fingers followed. He was looking at her face as his hand stroked her skin constantly running over her breasts making her repeatedly cringe as his fingers always stayed for a split second longer on that area.
“I bought you a sandwich and hot chocolate from star bucks, I know you sometimes get them at lunch with Nina – you haven’t eaten properly since you got here” he leant over her to her hand that was tied to the bed, his face was just above hers and for a few brief seconds he just stared into her eyes “Your so beautiful”, he unlocked her hand and passed her the bag. She immediately brought the sheets up to her chest which he noticed straight away making his heart break that she felt so uncomfortable in front of him.
“Can I go to the bathroom” even as she said it she felt humiliated, she was having to ask if she could use the bathroom. He gave her a smile and walked with her to the bathroom. If he walked in with her she would cry, there was no way he was going to watch her as she went to the toilet. She hated that she was walking about in barely anything at all; she also knew that he was loving the fact that she was.
“There’s no lock on the door, if your in there for longer then five minutes I’m coming in – no matter what your doing” Charlotte felt herself go red as she walked into he bathroom, there was a small window at the top but even if she had been able to squeeze through it would have been impossible because he had padlocked it.
Being inside the bathroom gave her the feeling of uneasiness because of the circumstances of the day before. She quickly used the toilets, washed her hands and met him the moment she walked through the door. He led her straight back to the bedroom, smug in the fact that he knew she wasn’t able to escape.

She opened the bag and ate and drank the contents, all the while his eyes never left her. She looked so cute when she ate; her face pulled a really adorable expression occasionally that made his heart skip a beat. God he had to have her, trying to resist her was becoming unbearable. Charlotte noticed the look he had in his eyes and suddenly felt more uneasy then she ever had felt before in his presence, she’d finished eating and took a final sip of her drink before having it flung out of her hand and feeling his weight on top of her, her hand being held down either side of her head.
The look of horror that appeared on her face almost made him regret his sudden actions but the feeling of want and need overtook any other feeling that existed right about now.
“Charlotte” was about all he could murmur as he took her lips to his once again, she felt his tongue force its way into her mouth, she was kicking and fighting him off but he was a lot stronger then her even when she had full energy although she was putting up more of a fight this time, they both knew it. She felt his grip of her hands get tighter, weighing them down onto the bed, his body was pinning her down making it nearly impossible for her to breathe. He wanted to take her right then, to feel himself inside her, he got so caught up in the kiss that he nearly lost all thought of how he wanted this to happen and just went with his instincts. It took all his might to stop kissing her and let himself think again. As soon as he lifted up his head, she thrust up her body as a way of getting him off of her, unaware that it was just turning him on even more feeling her hips push against his.
It suddenly dawned on him that if he continued like this he would end up raping her, which would have had to have done if he didn’t have the means to calm her down, but he did. He handcuffed her hand to the bed again, which wasn’t easy. She was quite the fighter, which he kind of liked. He then left the room and came back a few moments later holding something in his hand. She pushed her back against the wall at the back of the bed, leaving as much space between them as she possibly could. He was next to her in seconds, gripping her head and forcing something down her throat – tablets. His hand clamped over her mouth before she could barely think about what was happening.
“Swallow them” she couldn’t, she wouldn’t swallow them. The tears rolled down her cheeks as she realised what the tablets were going to do to her, what *he* would do to her which made his face soften but not the grip over her mouth. He kissed her forehead in a form of comfort. “Swallow them” His finger slightly dig into her throat making her choke slightly, she felt the tablet slide down her throat. She had swallowed them. She could still convince him not to do it before they had an effect on her.
“Please don’t do this Matt. Please you can’t” she couldn’t stop crying, she didn’t want to but she had no control over her tears.
“Baby don’t cry – I said before I would be gentle didn’t I”
“Please …”
He hated seeing her cry, it was heartbreaking, and she had to stop. His grip on her head got tighter.
“I said stop fucking crying!”

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Nina walked through the corridor, her mind running through everything that had happened in the last 24 hours. She told theice ice about the person who had been pestering Charlotte causing an argument with Damon for not bringing the fact that she had a possible stalker up straight away, she also thought that he was quite hurt that Charlotte had not confined in him about it. This had caused some questioning from the police but she had simply no idea who it could be.

She saw Amanda Regis and her friends looking in her direction and laughing but she just couldn’t be bothered to act upon it, not today, not while her best friend was out there. Amanda walked up to her. “So I hear your friends gone missing”
“Her name is Charlotte – not that it has anything to do with you” Nina snarled at the bitch.
“It’s funny isn’t it, that even your best friend had to run away in order to get rid of you”
Amanda didn’t get an answer, she just felt herself being knocked to the ground and punched to the head and face. People crowded around the two girls watching the fight take place.

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Charlotte’s body was growing weak; Matt’s hands gently grabbed her legs and slowly pulled her body down so that she was lying back down on the bed. He then leant over her and unlocked her hand again, smiling at her as she helplessly watched him do it. Knowing he was enjoying the fact that he had complete control over both of their bodies whilst she had neither. “I’m going to show you how much I love you darling”