Ripped Away And Apart

Kafli 4.

The next few days things were just the same, he brought me food and just sat and watched me eat. I never finish the food because he always brought way to much and I am trying to watch my weight. I am starting to feel like a bother, he is not touching me, he is not using me like a s*x slave or something like I thought he would in the begning. He does not really talk so I don't either. I have woken up every night and he is there just watching me, I don't even know his name. I have been here about a week and I think I am getting Stockholm syndrome or something because even though we don't talk or anything, I always get more happy when he comes and sits with me. I don't show it of course but I feel a little bit happier with someone here with me, I have been watching them from the window but I get depressed that I cant join them after a while. 

I wake up and I feel pain in my lower stomach, f**k! I pull the comforter off me and there is blood all over my crotch. f**k, f**k, f**k. I jump up from the bed and run to the bathroom, I am quick enough and then I threw up. When I am finished I walk very slowly back to the room, I then walk to the door but I push the desk in front of the door so that he can not come in. I look through my things but of course I don't have any medication, I was going to go and buy some. I run again into the bathroom and finish throwing up what is left in my stomach. I put on a pad and then I just sit on the bathroom floor just feeling the cold floor. I hate it with every fiber of my being, being a woman because I get these horrible first days of my period. I think I dozed off a little because I woke up to hear the desk move a little. 

“What the hell?” I hear him growl. 

I stand up and walk to the bathroom door, I don't go out to the room but I stand in the frame holding myself but he can not see me. 

“If you ever want me to talk to you again or be nice then just please leave me alone today” I yell out to the room with a very angry voice. 

“What the f**k is going on!” he growls. 

“JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! FOR f***s SAKE!” I snap at him. 

I hear nothing for a little while but then I hear a click of a plate but then the door is closed and I walk outside. The desk is back where is should be and on it is my food but just seeing the food made my stomach jump in a circle. I walk over to my suitcase and change my clothes, I hate to think someone will be cleaning my blood stained clothes so I hide them in the walk in closet. I am wearing no bra, gray tank top with gray sweatpants with my hair on a ponytail. I walk over to the bed and sigh. There is a big blood stain on the sheets and I think it might even be in the mattress as well. f**k! I need some baking soda and some vinegar to get the stain out… Well I guess I will just have to do that later. I put a towel just over the stain so I can get in bed again, I take a book with me. I got some good hours of reading but the pain started slowly to get worse and worse, I felt like someone was ripping my p***y open. I took a shower hoping the hot water would help but no then I turned it ice cold but that did not work and of course I threw up in the shower while I was on all fours just trying to feel better. I have seen a doctor for this and he told me something is wrong when I go on my period and something happened that should not and that is why I feel so much pain. I have a prescription for some heavy drugs so I can medicate myself and always have them but now I just have to feel the pain. I get out of the shower and crawl into bed in just my underwear and tank top. I start to bite down in my pillow but then I just have to let it out and I scream a little. It feels better to let it out so I scream a little again… and again.. And again. I just hold my stomach in a curl on the bed and scream a little. 

The door bursts open with a loud bang and in runs my kidnapper, he looks around the room but then his eyes land on me and I just see the worry but at the same time emotionless in his face. 

“What is wrong?” he thunders. 

Does this asshole not have any other way than thundering and spatting at everyone? I open my mouth but before I could say something just another scream comes out and I pinch my eyes shut and bite down my teeth. Then the pain eases up little and I open my eyes again and I just meet his, looking very angry and tense at me. I see his shoulders go up and down very hard like he is out of breath. 

“Can you just please go?” I ask him with a small broken voice.

He does not answer me nor does he move, after a little while the woman from before comes running in out of breath. 

“What is going on? What happened to her? Where is she?” she asks in one big breath sounding all panicking. 

She follows his gaze and looks at me, her eyes widen up a little looking at me but then she takes a deep breath and walks over to me. 

“Hey sweetheart, what is wrong?” she asks in her doctor's voice. 

I roll my eyes and move a little in the bed but that was a bad idea, I bite down and close my eyes trying to manage the pain. I will not take anything from them, they will just give me something like a rufy or something like that so they can do something to me. 

“Just tell her what is going on you little brat!” he spats. 

I open my eyes and look at him, he really gets on my nerves, if only my look could kill. 

“Boss maybe she will feel better talking to me alone” 

“Bullshit, I am not leaving until I know what the f**k is wrong!” 

I see the doc cower away from him and that made me mad, what the f**k is his problem? Why the f**k does he need to be so mean to everyone. 

“I am on my period! Now can the both of you leave?” I sigh fed up with their bullshit. 

The doc looks at me a little weird but I can see him smile a bit. 

“You are crying because of some small period pains?” he says laughing a little at me. 

Before I could curse him or spit something at him, I feel it coming. I sprint out of the bed and I run past them both to the bathroom but I don't make it to the toilet. I start to puke on the bathroom floor and I fall to my knees.  I don't have anything in my stomach so I throw up some stomach juice but then I crawl to the toilet and I just puke but nothing comes out. I sit down and lean my head on my hand that is resting on the toilet seat. 

“You throw up because of your pains? that is not normal” the doc asks from the door frame. 

“You know, you say you are a doctor, just read about me. My condition and my surgeries are all in my history so just go check that out” I say just trying to catch my breath. 

“I am going to go do that and then I will be back with some pills for you” 

I look up from the toilet and look right at her. 

“I will not take anything you give me. I don't know you so I won't take it” 

Then I put my head back on my arm. 

“Don't be stupid just take the drugs she will give you” he spats at me but this time it sounded a little worried. 

“I won't take any drugs from you so just piss off and leave me alone” I shout into the toilet. 

I don't hear them leave or anything but I just stay the same because I usually go again in a few minutes. I feel my stomach turn and I get ready to go again but then I feel arms around me and I am being pulled off the floor bride style. I look up and see him holding me, I feel good in his arms but I know what is about to happen. 

“NO NO NO put me down! I am not done!” I shout at him and kick my legs. 

He looks at me and then he just goes down with me and sits on the floor with me in his arms, moving around helps to make my stomach get sick faster so almost as soon as we hit the floor I lean on the toilet and throw up some stomach juice. He is holding my hair back and stroking my back, his warm hand on my back helps a lot. I feel much better with his touch on my back, I move back into his lap and curl up against his chest. O MY GOD, it felt so good, my pain is less and I just feel better. He is shocked by my actions but I feel better and I don't care. He picks me up again bridal style and walks with me out of the bathroom, he walks with me to the bed and puts me down. I felt so good in his arms that I was almost falling asleep, I groaned when his hands left me. I open my eyes and quickly grab his arm and put his palm on my lower stomach, the heat and some sparks fly through my skin when his palm touched my skin. The touch helped so much and it felt so good that I close my eyes and moan a little. I know his hand is very close to my crotch and I know that I put it there but dear god this was amazing, this was better than any drugs. He clears his throat and pulls his hand back, I feel the pain come back and I wine out a little. 

“No please, it is helping” I say, almost begging him half asleep. 

I open my eyes and look at him, he looks uncomfortable but he looks like he does not know what to do. 

“Please” I try again because I am tired and just want to sleep. 

He then starts walking away from me and I feel like someone shot me in the chest. However what shocked me is that he just turned the lights off and it is almost pitch black. He walks back to the bed, he takes his shirt off, leaves the pants but takes his socks off. He climbs into bed and lays very far away from me but gives me his hand again. He just gives me his hand, he does not put it himself on me, he waits for me to take his hand and put it where I need it. I just take his hand and put it over my shoulder then I move closer to him and snuggle into his chest and yeah I was right this feels so good. Like I am high on drugs and mushrooms and s**t, good. 

“What is your name?” he asks in a low voice. 

“Anabella” I answer him in a sleepy voice. 

“Yours?” 

“Max” he answers. 

“Alright Max, just know that just because we are cuddling right now does not mean that we are friends or anything like that. You still kidnapped me and I am still going to report you to the police and I still hate you so do your worst” I ramble on but yawn in the middle. 

“I know” he only says.

I am asleep.