The Kidnappee Diary-- Chapter Five

      A few minutes later I hear chains scraping along the ground towards the room. "Do we have to do this? She is going to end up getting free and you know it!" A muffled voice whispers as the chains are dropped on the ground.
     "I want her to have some freedom, Josiah. Otherwise she will hate me even more. Remember this is to get her to date me again."
     "I don't care if you’re trying to make her the Queen of England! She is going to get free and she is going to get us thrown in jail. Trust me you don't want that, Nate. Jail is not a nice place."
     "Just get in there and feed her before she dies of malnutrition." The light turns on again in an instant and I close my eyes immediately pretending I am asleep. This will work, maybe they won't touch me. A hand is placed on my shoulder and I jump slightly. Nice one, genius. Blow your cover.
      "Don't worry doll face we knew you were awake."
     I open my eyes slowly and ask drearily "What are you talking about?" Nate doesn’t answer me but walks to the other side of the room and places a brown tray on the small table. “Is that sanitary?” I look closely at the tray, on top of it is a cup full of something that looks like mountain dew, a small salad and a sandwich.
     “You don’t get sanitary. You don’t deserve it.” Josiah snaps as he grabs the glass and spits into it.
     “You know I don’t drink soda, Nate.” I state blandly, looking away from Josiah. “Why would you get me soda if I don’t drink it?”
     Nate smiles as he walks over to me, “Yes. I know you don’t, Vi. But I felt as though I would force you to make quite a few decisions, the first of which being whether or not you are willing to stick to your morals or save your own life.”
     If I don’t take the soda I will become dehydrated and may get sick. Yet, at the same time if I do I will be compromising my own morals and I would feel awful. I look up at Nathaniel slowly, “Fine, I’ll take the soda. But I’m not drinking anything his spit has been on or near”.
     Nathaniel glares at his friend “Go get her a fresh glass of Mountain Dew and if I see that you compromised it in any way you will get your backside handed to you. Do you understand?” Josiah nods and grabs the glass before slowly walking out of the room. “Now, Vi. I am going to attach a chain to your ankle so you will be able to move around. I am going to trust you, Vi. Don’t do anything stupid.” He walks into the hallway and I hear the chains scraping along the ground once again. He enters the room with chains that are linked together for strength, the shiny silver glaring at me. I watch as he walks over to a little notch in the floor and loops the chain through it with precision, as though he has done it before. He walks over to me and shows me the part of the chain that will be locked around my ankle.
     “You don’t have to do this Nathaniel. I promise I will stay, I won’t make a ruckus I will sit here and be quiet I promise.” I beg as I begin to cry.
     “I’m sorry, Vi. I have to do this.” He states sullenly as he attaches the metal cuff to my ankle. “I am going to uncuff you but the second you make a move I will cuff you again. I swear it Violet.”
I sit there dumbfounded for a second. “Did you just call me Violet?”
     Nate steps back realizing his own words. “Vi, I am so sorry I don’t know what I was thinking, I am so sorry.”  I look down at the cuff on my ankle as Nate walks behind me and starts uncuff my hands.
     “What are you doing?!” I hear Josiah shout in the midst of Nate uncuffing me.
     “What does it look like?”
     “This wasn’t part of the plan, dude.”
     “I don’t care anymore. We already caused her enough pain.”
     “We had a plan. We were planning for months.”
     “Well, She promised she wouldn't do anything.” Nate says finally finished uncuffing me. I stand slowly and run to the other side of the room, curling up into a ball far away from all the noise is. I look up about five minutes later and notice that Josiah is standing right in front of me.
     “What’s going on? Where is Nate? I want Nate where is he?” I ask hysterically as he walks menacingly closer to me slowly taking his belt off.