Chapter 2

Cannot wait to upload the next chapter, any suggetions or ideas? Keep voting and leaving comments!!

What do you think the photo is for??

——

Jace let out a slow breath and made his way done to the kitchen, he opened the fridge and grabbed a few apple slices, a glass of water, a slice of bread, and a few assorted meats. She was really cute and he was hoping the two would work out.

He let out another deep breath as he turned to go back up the stairs, he unlocked the door and walked in, he would not leave his back to her. He shut the door, locking it. She was crying on his bed, her body shaking her blonde hair shifting. “Hey hey hey,” he tried to console her. He placed his hand on her back and she turned quickly pushing his hand away. “I brought you food, I hope you will become comfortable here. I promise it ain’t that bad, we really do care about you. I care about you.”

He looked her over and saw her blue orbs examining his face. “My dads going down to your car. He said he’ll bring you your stuff once he checks for any weapons and then you can have it”

“No weapons,” She whispered, “d..didn’t think I would need it…” she shook. He helped her into a sitting position, he noticed the tear in her dress.

“Did the dog do that?” He asked grabbing the hem. She nodded her head, he frowned. “You want a pair of shorts or something?”

“No I like the dress, even with the rip..” she replied. He nodded and handed her the plate.

“Eat up.” He said rubbing her arm reassuringly. “It ain’t gonna hurt you. Here you want me to share a piece with you?”

She felt safer now, at least she knew it wasn’t poisoned. He picked up a piece of meat. He bit one half, it looked almost like bacon. She hesitantly took a bite. It was almost sweet. Brown sugar maybe?

She began to eat the rest of the meat, then the apple. She gulped down the water. “How long had it been since you last ate?” He asked. She was frail, looked sick almost.

Skinny.

She stopped mid bite of the bread, if he knew about her past he would not want her there. Perfect, she set the bread down.

“My car is not mine.” She began. “Neither is the phone.”

He raised an eyebrow leaning on his elbow listening. “Go on.”

“I stole the car, and the phone. My parents abused me, hurt me and I had to go. They wouldn’t let me leave, no matter how hard I tried. So I slipped pills in their drinks and waited till they fell asleep and took their stuff. I had to leave. They were hurting me.”

He took her hands in his. “Did they do anything more then physically hurt you? Did they ra-“

She shook her head, shaking, was he going to do that to her? “No, still a virgin.”

“Have you had your first kiss yet?” He asked a smirk running across his face, he still wanted her there? After telling him she was a runaway, people would be looking for the car and the phone, maybe her.

“No..” she replied feeling dumb. She was homeschooled, wasn’t allowed outside much. She had never even been outside the city, and now she was in some crazy kidnappers room.

“Neither have I.” He replied. “You will be safe her, no one will hurt you again. Not unless you misbehave, you wouldn’t do that would you?”

“Misbehave how?” She asked softly.

His eyes flashed with realization. “Oh I still haven’t told you the rules have?” He smiled. “Well for the first little while, until we can trust you won’t run you will have to either be handcuffed to me or I will have to lead you around on leash and collar. I am having a party in a few days so you may end up with some collars anyway, they were talking about giving me a girl during my party but now I have you.” She let out a whine and sat back against the headboard. She crisscrossed her legs, he was sick.

He looked her over reading the fear. He squeezed her hand carefully.

“Secondly if you are asked a question you answer, no matter what your answer is. I don’t know is not an answer. Third, you will help whenever asked, even if you don’t want to. We do things different here. You will understand soon enough. Fourth, your job as a women here is to help with the children, cook, clean, and provide me with children. I know that sounds sexist. It is, believe me I would much rather you be by my side all the time then cleaning and cooking, however I cannot change the rules. Not till I become the head of our house. Fifth, you do not leave this place. You run I am required to break your leg, or your arm, or cut off a toe or finger. So I suggest you don’t make me do it. Sixth, as your man I am to know anything no matter what. If you hear one of the women say that the family is insane you have to tell me, if you see someone you tell me.”

She squinted. “See someone?”

His eyes grew wide, he realized he messed up. “If you see someone that is not part of the family you tell someone, me or someone.”

“Why?”

He squeezed her hand. “Like I said we do things differently here. You remember how George asked if we should kill you?”

She gasped, tears rolling down her cheeks. “You guys kill people who come here? That was real..you could have killed me..”

“Yes but it’s not like the body goes to waste.” He realized he was saying to much but he decided she had to know. “You ate someone, that meat we shared was human. A man named Rylan to be exact, you are part of this family now. We kill to eat.”

Her eyes grew wide. She was in shock, she felt her stomach twist. She could have been food. “Those k..ids out there e..eat.. people..” She asked squeaking. “You eat people…you are cannibals?”

“So are you honey, you just ate someone. I saw how your eyes lit up when you tasted it. It was sweet huh baby girl?”

“Stop calling me that, I am not your girl!”

She screamed in his face. “I..I am not a cannibal….”

“But you are. You just ate human, you are my girl. Anika, you belong here with me.” She let out a cry.

“No..no…please..I am not yours.. I can’t be yours…. I need to go somewhere.” She said trying to push him away, she was weak, he noticed the bruises along her arms.

“Where were you even driving to?” He asked as he carefully rubbed her arms. She pushed on him. “Where were you driving?” He asked again squeezing her worst bruise.

She let out a yelp, he let go of her arm. “Somewhere away from there, somewhere safe…”

“You are safe now,” she shook her head. “You are.”

Tears steamed down her face. “You are insane! You kill and eat people. You kidnap girls as wives-“

“And men as husbands” he piped in. She looked at him like he was crazy, like that made it better.

“You are making me your slave…”

“No I am trying to keep you safe and make you my wife. Once we get to know each other. I would not hurt you, not like you think at least. Rape is not what I do here. Others do but I hold a higher standard, you should not have to just have sex with me because I will be your husband. You should do it because you love me. Like I love you.”

“You do not and I will not l-” he pressed his lips to her forehead.

“You will, and I do.” He said trying to change her mind. He turned when there were two knocks on the door. “Come in.”

His father stepped in. He held a bag full of her things. Clothes, a few books, a diary.

“You were running away?” He asked. Was it that obvious?

She looked at him, Jace squeezed her and she remembered the answering rule. “Yes..”

“Why?” He asked, he had the same brown hair as Jace.

She felt Jace wrap her in a warm embrace. “My parents abused me.” She replied after a moment of taking in the hug.

Jace’s father set her stuff on the floor and wrapped the both of them in an embrace. She let out a surprised gasped whine. They were hugging her? They were saying she would be safe there. “You will never be treated like that not here, unless you misbehave. Son this is for the two of you, I know it takes some getting use to.” He handed Jace handcuffs.

She gulped. Jace nodded as his father left. He handed her one side of the handcuffs and held the other. “I lock myself to you, you lock yourself to me?” He asked. She looked at him unsure. Was he serious, he wanted her to put the handcuff on him? She smirked and nodded. Before she could even outsmart him her left wrist was already handcuffed. She signed and handcuffed his wrist to hers.

“You ready to meet the family?” He asked, she let out a fearful whine. “Honey answer me.”

“Y..yes.” He caressed her cheek lovingly.

“You will get used to it, they really aren’t that bad. Some are killers, others a cannibals. Happy family.” She looked at him with wide terrified eyes. Insane, clinically insane. She thought her parents starving her for days and hitting her was nuts. She hadn’t met Jace as his cult of a family yet.

He led her outside. “Just be a good girl and I won’t have to do anything to correct you.” She nodded, the sun was still bright. She was stuck there now. She was a prisoner, a slave.