Everything hurts. The machines near me beep telling me that I still have a heartbeat. I'm still alive? How? My eyes refuse to open to see what's going on around me but the rest of my senses make up for that. It smells stale in here and something about it smells like a doctor's office, could I be in the hospital? The cage also smells like this so I could still be here. Just then I hear a small ding and it sounds like a door opening. "Hello, Mrs...Sanders, how are you feeling today? Better than yesterday I hope?" I can't talk either for some reason, trying to figure out why I move my tongue around and I can feel metal. Braces? For what? What even happened? Trying to get the person's attention, I groan at her louder and louder until she hears me. "Are you okay?" I reach my hands up to my eyes and can feel something wrapped around my head, my brain goes into overdrive and I start to freak out. "Hey, Hey don't take that off you're gonna be okay, You were bleeding from your head so we wrapped it, do you want it off?" Trying to calm down I shake my head up and down lightly and almost instantly I can feel someone's hands on the back of my head tugging at something. A few seconds later I am blinded by the lights of the room as I finally open my eyes and I squint trying to still take everything in. My mouth won't open as I try to pull my jaw apart so I point to my mouth and look at her. She's taller than me but not as tall as Alex, she's blonde and she has pretty brown eyes. Pretty much basic looking, I don't recognize her though. She looks at me as I point and her face lights up as she holds up a finger, signaling me to hold on as she runs out of the room. Minutes later she comes back in with a notebook and a few pens and hands them to me with a smile on her face. "Here I know this isn't your ideal way of communication but it's something." I look at her and nod my head thanking her for her generosity. Immediately looking down and flipping open the notebook and I write out to her, "Was there a man that came in here with me?" I hold it out for her to read and he pulls up a chair to have a conversation with me, as she takes the notebook from me she reads it and looks at me, "Oh your husband? He's out in the other room talking to the detectives, do you want me to tell him you're awake?" At this point, the notebook goes back and forth automatically waiting for each other's response. Do I tell the detectives that I've been kidnapped and that he's the one who's been keeping me? What if he kills me though? "No it's okay, why am I here? What happened to me?" My hands were shaking as I wrote it, afraid of her answer. Did Alex do this to me? I don't remember what happened, it's fuzzy like I had been drinking all night. "You don't remember what happened to you?" Her face looks concerned as she hands me the notebook back. "No I don't remember what happened it's all fuzzy, how long have I been here?" My face grows hot as I hand her the book back, afraid of what she is going to say and that there may be something far worse than anything I thought. She looks at me and sighs as she writes a huge paragraph onto the new sheet of paper explaining everything that happened and why I'm in here. "You came in here a little over a month ago with wounds all over your body, you suffered a head injury and you had been stabbed multiple times throughout your body as well, We were able to partially fix your ankle, which was broken so we reset it and put you in a boot, so be careful as to not move it, your hand, where you were stabbed took a little longer to heal so, of course, we had to put a cast on it as well to ensure that you would heal properly, which the doctor told your husband that you have been healing just fine. As for the stomach injury and your leg injury we were successfully able to close the wounds with stitches since both of your major arteries and organs were not punctured and you are healing nicely. Where you were stabbed in your stomach was close to your hip so the only real thing it hit was some fatty muscle and nothing valuable. Although we don't recommend you go out and dance anytime soon you will heal with some scars but at least you're alive." After reading that I feel a sense of relief run over me and I know I'm going to be okay, and looking down at my body to see all the casts and bandages she mentioned, thinking about a few other things I hand her the book back and point at my jaw. "You suffered a slight fracture of your jaw so we wired your jaw shut just, for the time being, you've had it on since you been here so it should be coming off soon and you have been responding well to the fluids we have been keeping inside you so you and the baby are going to be okay." The baby? What fucking baby? I yank the pad from her and scribble in it. " I'm pregnant?" I hand her the pad back, I don't know why she insists on writing in the damn pad when she can speak, maybe to help me feel better about not being able to talk right now but it's beginning to get on my nerves. She hands the pad back and I look at it feeling sick to my stomach. "Yes, Mrs. Sanders you are pregnant, about 5 months to be exact, the baby is healthy and looks great, we did an ultrasound a few days ago and your husband seemed to be shocked and cried.'' Tears started to fall from my face and I knew I had to stop before I couldn't breathe so I wiped them away as they came, trying to take in all this news. She looks at me and stands up to hug me, thinking that I'm probably happy. "I'm gonna let the doctor and Mr. Sanders know that you're awake." I don't even care at this point. I'm pregnant and I don't wanna be, this is too much to take in all of a sudden. The nurse leaves and not even five minutes later Alex rushes into the room, "Oh Jamie I'm so glad that you're okay!" Who is Jamie? My head hurts, so I reach up to rub my head and I realize that my hair has been cut. It went down to about the center of my back and now from what it feels like, it's about shoulder length. "How are you feeling, better I hope?" Alex's voice brings me back to reality and I look at him with tears in my eyes. "You're pregnant the doctors told me and I couldn't be happier, this is the chance we needed to move on right?'' I grab the notebook and just as I am about to write to him, I hear a knock at the door and two men dressed in black suits enter the room. "Mrs. Sanders, We would like a word with you, if you think you are up for it.'' I look at Alex and there's fear in his eyes, these must be the detectives. I turn my head and look back at the men and shake my head up and down letting them know that I can answer what I can as they move closer to me. One sits down in the chair that the nurse did and takes a little notepad out of his pocket while the other man stands beside him looking at me with remorse. I can feel my hand move as Alex slides his hand into mine carefully and gives it a light squeeze. With my other hand, I get the notebook ready for any questions they may have for me, even though my hand hurts at this point from writing so much. "Mr. Sanders filled us in on almost everything that happened and we are very sorry that this happened to you we just want to help bring these men to justice so that you and your husband may go on about your life.'' Of course, Alex told them some bullshit story about what happened, he couldn't tell the, what happened without the truth coming out, now all I need to do is decide whether my life is important enough to him to keep his little secret or tell the world. The detectives flip through a few pages and look back at me as he crosses his legs, "From what we understand, you were home alone as Mr. Sanders was on his way home from work when he got home from work you were laying on the ground in the yard all cut up." He looks at me to confirm this story and I nod my head, I take the notebook and start writing what I thought would fill in the blanks so that Alex doesn't kill me. " I was waiting on my husband to get home from work and there was a knock at the door, thinking it was our neighbors or family, I opened it to see there were two men in uniforms, I can't remember what uniforms, nothing important, asking me questions like my address and my signature saying that my husband had ordered a new piece of furniture and they were here to set it up. This wasn't anything new my husband orders things all the time and I signed the papers and they brought a huge box into the house and they came in. It started in the living room and told me they would be only a few minutes so I went back into the kitchen to finish dinner so it would be ready for when he got home. A few minutes later I heard a crash and decided to see what happened, and when I went into the living room one of the men came up from behind me and threw his hands over my mouth and tried to undress me, he kept saying that it was all going to be okay and that I would be fine afterward I remember elbowing him in the ribs and taking off running when the other man came out of nowhere and hit me in the head, I fell on the ground and he got on top of me calling me names with a knife in his hand and I tried to stop him so I held up my hand his knife went through it, I screamed and hit him in the face and he stabbed me in the stomach calling me bitch and whore and things like that. I think I passed out shortly after because I remember getting up to run but I couldn't and I fell on the grass, I think it spooked them thinking I was dead and they left me there." This was all bullshit but I'd rather keep my life than say something wrong or the truth and Alex kill me once the detectives left. It took a few minutes for the detective to read it and talk to me again, "I'm so sorry that this happened to you, if you don't mind me asking what happened to your ankle?" I looked down and realized that I had the boot on that the nurse was talking about and I knew I had to make up an excuse fast. I wanted to tell them so badly who I really was and why I was there and how I got there and who Alex was but I knew that he killed other girls who he was in love with, what made me any different? Whether or not I was at the hospital, He could still kill me if he knew he was being backed into a corner. Taking the notebook from the officer, I tried to write down an excuse as to why my ankle was broken and scarred. "A few months ago I and my husband were chasing a dog who had killed one of our chickens and I almost caught the dog when I ran into an old bear trap that we had laid in the woods years before and my ankle got all messed up." I hope that they believed this, maybe it was enough of a suspicious story to make them visit us to see how we are and I would finally get out and move on with my life. "Okay ma'am that's all we have for today, things like this have been happening pretty bad out here in Plymouth and I'm sorry you and your husband had to go through this we will call you if we have any updates on them." Plymouth? That's like two or three counties away. That explains why he let me go to the hospital and why my hair was cut. He took me far enough away and changed the way I looked knowing that nobody would know who I was. For all I know, nobody reported me missing in my hometown. He had thought of it all. As the detectives left the doctor came in and smiled at me and Alex, "First I wanted to say congratulations on the baby and that you are healing rather quickly. Which doesn't surprise me for a girl your age, you should be out of here within the next few weeks so that you can continue with your life. I also wanted to come in and tell you that the x-rays on your jaw came back perfect and the wires are ready to come out now. It was a small fracture and we kept the wires on so that you would be completely healed for when you woke up. Your vitals have stayed good the entire two months you were here. At first, when you came in you were basically in a coma, were sure glad to have you back now Mrs. Sanders." There go another two months of my life. It Has been almost two years since I've been in Alex's house. Most of the days go by with me sleeping or laying in the shower. It has gone by a lot faster than I thought it would. Yet I'm still here with him and he's never going to let me go. I have realized that this is gonna be a forever thing. I at least hope they put me to sleep while they take the wires out. I look back over to Alex and he's staring at me. "You did good honey." As he says that he leans closer to my ear and whispers into it, "As much as I love you, if you would have said something to tell them the truth, I would have had to kill you." He puts his hand into his pocket and pulls out a needle that had some sort of liquid in it. I knew it, he was going to kill me. I looked at the needle and looked back at him and gave him a little nod. As he put the needle back into his pocket a nurse came in with the doctor, "Are you ready to have those pesky wires out and eat some real food?" Some good news finally, I nodded my head they came over to put a mask on me and told me that they were gonna turn it on and they wanted me to breathe as they did. I was going to sleep for a few hours and when I woke up they would be off. I heard the gas turn on and I was reluctant to breathe it in at first considering the gas Alex hit us within the cages, but I knew that I was safe now that I did what he wanted, so I took a few deep breaths and my eyes felt tired. As my body continued to fight it, I finally gave in after a few more breaths and I went to sleep. A few hours passed by and when I woke up I could feel a slight pain in my jaw but it wasn't a bad pain, it was dull enough to where I could talk. "Hello?" I heard Alex's voice as he immediately scooped up my hand, "I'm so glad I can hear your voice again. Are you hungry I went and picked you up some fast food instead of this hospital food and I know that you would want something good to eat?" I was thrilled to hear that I had real food and I was craving fast food so bad I pushed myself up on the bed to a sitting position and grabbed whatever he handed to me first. Eating as if I hadn't eaten in years, I looked at him, " Thank you, this is good." He smiled and kissed me lightly on the forehead as he brought himself something to eat so that I wouldn't be alone. "The doctor said within the next few weeks you should be able to go back home with me." Oh. Home. What even is home anymore? Back to the cage again? What happens now that I'm pregnant and how am I gonna get rid of it? As if reading my mind Alex spoke up with a mouthful, " I was thinking, now that we are gonna have a baby, since I can somewhat trust you I would give you a bigger cage, would that be okay with you?" Another cage, I knew it. "At least just until I know you're not gonna run with the baby or put it in harm's way, once the baby is old enough to walk, I thought you could stay upstairs with me. Would you like that?" Upstairs? Anywhere that's not the cage would be fine with me. "How are you gonna make a bigger cage?" He looks at me and motions a big box with his hands and his mouth full. "The cages come apart so when I add on to the cage I can leave the middle wall out so that you have room, and there's plenty of room in the basement." How does he have the money to support the baby and me and Hailey. Hailey said she was pregnant too. "How do you have the money for this and what about the baby's things it's gonna need? I thought Hailey was pregnant too?" He looks at me with his brows puzzled, " When I was a boy, my grandfather was the mayor of Holly Springs, and he set up a huge trust fund for when I turned eighteen so that I would never want for anything. He left me his house and I found out that he was doing other things, far worse than what I do in his basement. He would hurt people for fun, like homeless people or prostitutes and he would torture and kill them. Of course, he made me help him and do things with them, but I never wanted to. I knew if I wanted my future set for me the way it is now then I had to do what he wanted. That's how I got the house and the bookstore and things like that. It was all left to me by the man that introduced me to this kind of lifestyle in the first place, only my world wasn't as bad. As for Hailey, I don't believe she's pregnant, but I am going to find out. I bought a pregnancy test for whenever we go home. If she isn't pregnant, I'm going to get rid of her so that we can live our life together now that we are going to have a family, and if she is pregnant then I will deal with that as we go. I don't love her as much as I love you. I knew that you were the one when you started coming into the bookstore." Part of me feels bad for him after hearing the things his grandfather made him do. I need to ask one more question though. "Do you kill them, the girls who you don't want I mean?" His face drops and he looks into his lap, "Yes, if they hurt me or give me too much trouble I free them before the escape, once they see my face I can't let them go back into the world, otherwise I would be taken into custody and everything would be gone." He kills them. "Where do you bury them? Do you do it at your house or do you take them somewhere else?" He looks up at me and I can tell he doesn't want to answer but he doesn't have a choice. I need to know so that when I get out of here, I can give the families some closure. Looking at me and knowing that I'm not gonna let this go, he drops his head back into his lap and points his hand up to the vase of red roses on the table near the door. "What does that mean, red roses?" It takes me a minute to think about what that does mean. Then it hits me, the girls aren't at his house, no that would be too easy for him to get caught. There is the fucking rose garden in the middle of town. 109Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqcB3CLfzoN
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