I had been by myself for a while after Ethan had stormed out. My mind had started to wander and I played out scenarios that could happen to me. My over thinking had started getting me even more scared so I tried not to think about anything at all. I stared at the wall for the longest time, and my eyes started getting heavy. The last thing I wanted to do was fall asleep and miss an important chance to escape, but it was getting so hard to keep my eyes open. The last thing I remember thinking was why?
My eyes shot open. I had fallen asleep. I silently scolded myself for giving in and sleeping, and then figured out the reason I had woken up. I could hear voices coming from somewhere else in the house, and they were not happy. I heard two people, but one voice was yelling above the other one. I tried to make out what they were arguing about, but I could only catch a few words here and there.
The only things I knew for sure about the voices were that they belonged to two men, and one man was clearly the one “in charge” of the other. I started to worry about how many men were actually in this house with me.
Before I had too much time to stress about that, I heard footsteps coming to my room. My body involuntarily tensed up as I had the fight or flight response. Considering I was still attached to the bed, I didn’t have much choice in the two. The door handle turned and I braced myself.
To my relief it was only Ethan. His face was flushed and his breathing was increased. I was scared to say or do anything, so I just watched him stand with his back against the door. He seemed to collect himself and finally glanced at me. He waited a moment before he spoke.
“How can I get in contact with your parents?”
My heart skipped a beat and I felt more relieved. He was going to let me go.
“You can just drop me off at my house. I already gave you my address.”
“I need a number. We have to negotiate a deal.” When Ethan said this I finally realized what was going on. I was being held for ransom. Money was not an issue for my family, and I couldn’t see any reason why my parents wouldn’t pay. I gave him the number for our house phone. Both of my parents had cell phones, but they were work numbers and only allowed calls from other businesses. Any other number trying to reach them would not go through.
He nodded after putting the number in his phone and put his phone away.
“When are you going to call them?” I wanted to be out of here as soon as possible.
“I’m not sure. I need to double check with-” he stopped speaking and tried to act like his was distracted. I decided not to push him on the issue and changed the subject.
“Am I going to be able to get off of this bed?”
“No,” he left little room for disagreement.
“What if I have to use the bathroom?”
“Do you?” he looked at me with one of his eyebrows raised.
Now that I thought about it, I really did have to pee. I hadn’t gone to the bathroom for a while. “Yes,” I whispered, blushing.
He sighed and left the room for a moment, coming back with a key. He went over to the bed and undid my handcuff. I brought my arm down and started moving it around to get some feeling back into it. Once I was done stretching, I stood up off the bed. Ethan came over to me quickly and grabbed my forearm. He obviously didn’t trust me.
He slowly opened the door and led me down a hallway. The house seemed to be plain, almost like nobody lived in it. There were a couple of doors on each side of the hallway, but they were all closed. We stopped in front of a door, which I assumed to be the bathroom. He opened the door and I went inside. When I tried to close the door, Ethan stopped me.
“Why can’t I shut the door?” I asked him, aggravated.
He looked at me like it should be obvious. He thought I was going to try and escape.
“I just have to pee. I’m not going to jump out the window,” I tried reasoning.
He sighed, and I knew that I had won.
“Fine, but I have a key to every room, and the window is bolted shut. Don’t do anything stupid.” He finally closed the door.
I rolled my eyes and did my business. After I peed I went to wash my hands. I tried to listen for Ethan, but I knew he was standing right outside the door waiting for me. I dried my hands and turned the knob.
When I opened the door I heard a voice call from somewhere in the house, most likely downstairs.
“Ethan! Where are you! You still have stuff to do for me!” the voice sounded angry, and I realized it was the other voice that I had heard earlier, yelling at Ethan.
I looked to Ethan. He was listening intently. I heard footsteps coming toward the stairs, and Ethan did too. Before I could even think Ethan grabbed me and pushed me back into the bathroom, shutting the door.
“What is going on? Who is-” I tried to ask before Ethan hushed me. He clamped his hand over my mouth and we stood in the bathroom in silence. With his hand over my mouth I was having trouble breathing and tried to move his hand. He pressed down harder. I started squirming and making small noises so he would know I wasn’t ok with his hand there. Instead of removing his hand from my mouth, he took his other hand and grabbed my arm and squeezed it, trying to keep me still.
He looked into my eyes and simply said one word. “Don’t.”
Within that one word held a warning as well as fear. A shiver went down my spine and I stopped moving. We stood there a little bit longer and Ethan listened at the door. He seemed to relax a little and we left the bathroom.
Back in the room I originally was in, I sat on the bed. I watched Ethan for a while, but neither one of us said anything. I took a breath in and started to say something, but Ethan talked instead.
“I have to put the handcuff on you again. I’m going out.”
“I don’t want it on,” I said.
“Too damn bad.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and held his gaze. “No. I’m not going to let you put that back on me. You can’t make me.”
His eyes narrowed and he smirked at me. “You wanna bet?”