The Sting Of The Bite (Not Finished) by Bri Rose (i read books txt) 📖

 Damon left Audrey then, but she was still tied to the bed. She couldn’t even form words to explain what was happening if someone were to ask her. She seriously had to pee though, so she thought about calling him back but then thought better of it. She was afraid if she did yell for him, he might try to stay there while she did her business. So she did the only sensible thing that she thought that anyone would do in her situation. She peed herself. The identity of her situation made her cry, but also very angry. This was all her stepmom’s fault! If she had just yelled at Audrey like a normal parent, she wouldn't be in this situation right now. She sat there and cried for what seemed like forever, but it could have only been a few minutes. Damon came back in and wrinkled his nose up at the smell. “God woman, did you pee your self? You stink. Well, I guess that I will just have to give you a bath then.”
     Audrey went into panic mode. She started kicking and fighting for her life, fearful of what Damon might try to do to her. Damon stood in the doorway and stared at her for a few minutes and let her try and fight her way out of this. Audrey finally went quiet but continued to glare daggers at Damon. He walked over to her very slowly, as one would approach a small, scared animal. He was standing right next to her when a knife appeared in his hand. Before Audrey could even open her mouth to scream, he started to speak. “Audrey, if I had wanted to kill you, I would have done it a while ago. I am just going to cut your ties to the bed so you can go get a shower. Don’t worry, I am going to let you do it alone… this time.” Audrey kept quiet but was still very fearful of Damon. After he had cut the ties, he walked over to a door that Audrey hadn't even noticed before. It must have been a closet, for there were many different choices of clothes. He reached in and pulled a chord that turned on the light. “Audrey, this will be your home from now on. It is clear to not only me, but you as well, that your stepmother does not want you, and apparently your father must agree. He let you go off alone with that vulgar woman. Thank god that I was following you, or you may have well been a burger by the time that the authorities found you. Or, what was left of you, that is. Now, the shower is out the door and to the left. Please, do not try and run away. I have the place locked down, and there are dogs that will kill anyone that is not accompanied by me outside. So please, make the best of your stay here, and try to enjoy the rest of your life, responsibility-free.” He smiled at Audrey then, and despite herself, she gave a small giggle. He had eggs in his hair, no doubt from cooking, and he needed a shave. She stood up then and looked into the closet. There were all types of clothes, and most of them were organized by dates. Today was Thursday if her memory wasn’t failing her, so she grabbed the Thursday outfit. It was a pair of not-to-ugly black skinny jeans with a hot pink halter top. She wasn't very into the shirt, but the pants were ok. She turned around, and Damon was back to standing in the doorway. He was giving her an approving look, and she felt proud, prouder than she should have been. He stepped out of the doorway, and let her pass, indicating the direction of the bathroom. She stepped out, and as she passed him, he thrust his hips out at her. She was thoroughly repulsed, and ran the rest of the way to the bathroom, fearing of what other things Damon might try to do to her.

Audrey walked into the bathroom and was surprised that it was actually a very nice place. The walls were a pale blue, but the contrasting tile was a deep violet color. There were no windows though, so there was no way for her to escape. There were towels on the rack, but they were all a deep shade of green, much like the color of her eyes. There were also some soaps on the edge of the tub. They all were sentenced like different kind of flowers but they all smelled fake. She picked the most unscented one and got a very quick shower after she double-checked that the door was locked. After she was done, she put on the jeans and top and walked out of the bathroom. She had 2 options. She could either walk to the end of the hall, or she could go back to her room and pretend to be asleep. She decided that she would have to confront Damon eventually, so she walked out to where the smell was coming from. She walked into a cozy kitchen, which had much of the same decorations as the bathroom. The table was very small though, and it would be hard to sit there and not be touching Damon in some way. So she decided that the best option would to be just stand against the wall next to the fridge. Damon was standing in front of the stove, so she felt that she would be able to escape. Damon turned to Audrey and smiled. She didn’t like having this kind of attention from anyone, especially a person who just kidnapped her. Damon just stood there smiling at her, and finally pointed at the table. It was set for two, with pretty china plate, a vase of marigolds in the center, with a fork on one side of the polates. The forks were plastic though, so she figured that the plates were either stolen or they were at the house already when he got there. Audrey chose to stay in the same spot that she was already in, as ot not encourage rude behavior. Damon started frowning, and took measured steps towards Audrey. She went into panic node then, but there was nothing that she could do about it. Damon was much bigger than him, and she would be easily overpowered. When damon sensed the fear in her eyes, he instantly stopped walking and sat down, like he was some kind of an injured dog. Audrey was surprised at his actions, but she was even more surprised when he said “I am not here to hurt you. I am here to take care of you, keep you safe, and earn your trust. I hope that you like french toast! If it makes you to uncomfortable to sit in here with me and eat, you are more than welcome to take your food into your room. But please, bring the plate back out so we don’t get mice in the house.”

Audrey stood there for a few minutes, trying to ponder out what he actually meant by what he had just said. As if in response, her stomach growled. She hadn’t eaten anything since the day before at breakfast. She stood there for a few more minutes, but then she rushed over to the table, grabbed a plate, threw a piece of toast on it, and ran back to her room, slamming the door as hard as she could. She didn't even know if damon had tried to follow her to her room. She didn’t care. She nibbled on her toast as she was looking around her room. There as a bookshelf in the far corner, but the books look like they hadn’t been touched in years. There was a few layers of dust on them, and they had some really strange names. Some looked like they were in latin, but others were in a language that she didn't even know. She walked over to it, continuing to nibble on the piece of toast that she had grabbed. There was one book that at least looked like it was in english, but something was off about the title. There was a reason. It was english, but the title was backwards. “What kind of book has a title that is backwards?” She thought to herself. She grabbed the book off the shelf, blew the dust off of it, and sat down on the bed with it. She left the half eaten piece of toast on the plate, and opened the book. The inside title was correct, but why would the outside be wrong? Then, she realized. The outside wasn't backwards, it was in spanish, but she didn't know spanish. So why could she read this? “El arte del secuestro.” The art of kidnapping. Then, that's when the real panic set in…

 ‘What does that mean, The Art Of Kidnapping? Has he been studying me for a while? Oh my god, how long has he been watching me?” Audrey threw the book away, trying to get it as far away from her as she could. Damon could hear the noise that was coming from Audrey’s room, but he didn't want her to freak out when he opened up the door. So, he did the responsible thing. He knocked on the door, and waited for her to answer. But the only response was he screaming “GO AWAY! I DON’T WANT ANYTHING FROM YOU!” The power behind her voice made Damon take a few steps back and rethink his situation. He had Audrey here, but she wasn't willing to work with him over anything. He just wanted to know what was wrong. It didn't look like Audrey was going to do very much talking, so