Captivity {Part 1}

Captivity 1

{A Last House on the Left Fan Fiction}2

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My clothes (a pair of torn jeans and tight fashion top) clung to me, covered in crusted dirt as I sat on the hard uncomfortable tree log that had fallen down previous to my involuntary arrival. My luscious golden brown hair was still intact which was a good thing but my eyes were as distant as the sun and were filled with absolute terror. Trembling, I shivered and saw my life flash through my mind. 4

My chest heaved up and down, my pumping heart pounding rapidly inside my chest. The chilling touch of the silver blade that trailed up and down my collarbone sent tremors crawling down my spine as the soft wind blew through my hair. Having the knife pressed up against my skin, a small whimper escaped from my lips. I slightly moved away as well, hoping to get away from the man who controlled the terrifying knife. 5

His name was Francis (his brother and nephew called him Frank sometimes) but I called him a monster, pathetic in every sense of the word. He was the one who decided my fate, who decided whether or not the blade would dig into my smooth lily white skin. His watchful but cruel eyes stared me down with a hint of lustful desire in them. Desire for me. I knew he could have his way with me at any second he wanted to. There was no doubt about that. The disturbing thing about that is I wouldn’t stop him because he’s much stronger than I am. And besides, he sports a loaded gun. How could I compete with that and a knife? 6

I couldn’t, not at all. 7

“Shh… You’re okay, you’re okay.” He cooed in a mocking tone, removing the blade away from my collarbone and tucking it into his pocket. “Shh….Christina.” His hand went up to my face without notice and rubbed up and down. While his touch meant to feel gentle, it felt rough. Instead of fighting him, I gave in an quieted down. 8

“You’ve been cooperative, right from the start. You don’t know how pleased I am with you. I’m impressed that you didn’t try to escape like your friend. I think you have a lot of potential.” He pressed his face against mine. “I really like you,” 9

A small noise came out from my throat. It was either a gasp or a tiny and low shriek. Either way, it made Francis wrap an arm around my wide but medium sized waist protectively, pulling me even closer to him. I wanted to scream, to run away but fear paralyzed me from rebelling. I wouldn’t be able to out run Francis, especially if he pulled out his silver gun. I was never a fast runner, anyways and my friend Claire attempted to escape. She jumped right out of the car and then ran straight into the woods. She was caught and then killed after talking back to Krug, Francis’ brother. It was likely that my fate would be the same if I copied her. 10

Claire lay topless and bloody down on the dirty covered grass, her lifeless eyes as wide as the nearby wavy lake. Her stomach was filled with punctured stab wounds and one bullet was lodged into her shoulder blade. The dark and sticky blood was dried by now like her survival was long gone by this point. I adverted my eyes from her carcass, horrified and disgusted by what I saw. Just looking at her twisted my stomach up in knots, making me sick to my stomach. 11

Without realizing it, I whimpered. Francis attempted to calm me down but it only made me more uncomfortable. “Calm down, Christina. You’re alright. I told you that already. You’re here to stay with us, with me forever.” He whispered as if it were a secret. 12

I quavered. “Forever?” I repeated, shivering. 13

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of him smirking devilishly. “Yes, that’s right. I really think that you’re the one for me. And Krug agrees with me-Sadie too. I’m glad that you didn’t try to run away, unlike your miserable friend Claire. Most girls in your position would whine and bitch, trying to get away and get help and plead but you, you’re different. You’re not like those girls who must have silver spoons shoved up their asses. No, there’s hope for you.” 14

“I’d get killed if I resisted,” I dolefully thought to myself as I stared down at my feet. I then sated over to my left where the trees hide the black true. Francis’ partners in crime were getting things ready for our departure. There was his brother Krug and Sadie (Krug’s lover), and then there was Francis’ nephew Justin. Justin seemed to be in the truck, sitting in the passenger seat. My heart thudded. 15

“Looks like it’s time to go.” Francis stated, roughly lifting me up to my feet. Dragging me over to the truck, I shrieked slightly. As I was half-dragged and half-walked, I turned back for a second to take a small glimpse at Claire for one last time. Being pushed into the truck, Francis climbed in, shutting the door behind him. 16

I had no idea of where we were going once Krug started driving away from the woods. The only thing that I did know was that I was going wherever they went and that wasn’t a good thing, necessarily. They were murderers and rapists as far as I was concerned. I should have been grateful that my life had been spared but part of me wanted to trade places with Claire. It’s my fault that she’s dead. If I never went up to Justin and asked him for a ride to that concert, then she would still be alive and none of this never would’ve happened. And why did Francis choose me to be fond over instead of my friend?17

Francis kept a tight hold on me while keeping me still with his blade to my shoulder blade. Just seeing it made me want to cry out. 18

“Well Frank, it looks like you’ve got yourself a winner back there. I guess you were right about her. Ever since our first encounter, she’s been a very cool customer.” Krug suddenly spoke, keeping his eyes on the road. I kept my mouth shut. 19

“Yeah I do,” Francis agreed, squeezing my face with one hand tightly. “You know, it’s a shame I didn’t get her like how you had “fun” with Claire.” Krug raped Claire before killing her brutally. Francis was smiling from ear to ear. My stomach churned. 20

“Maybe later,” Krug nodded in agreement. “How’s she doing back there anyways?” 21

“Quiet, of course but I’m sure she’ll come around.” 22

“That she will, Frank but you’ll have to keep an eye on this one. We can’t take that risk.” 23

“You’ll keep your mouth shut, won’t you?” Francis demanded from me. 24

Timidly, I nodded my head. “I swear to never tell a soul. I promise.” I meant every word. He surprisingly believed me. Like he should believe me but he should. I could be planning my escape right now as far as he knew. 25

He pressed blade hard against the side of my face, the knife feeling cold and sharp. “You better not tell anyone, Christina or I believe you know what’ll happen to you.” 26

“Uh huh….” I was too choked up to say anything. I wouldn’t even dare to risk my own life, especially since I knew what the consequences were. 27

He forced a kiss on me. “I’m glad you understand, Christina. You’re not half bad.” I cried inside, wishing that this was all just a nightmare. 28

In no less than forty minutes, we arrived at a secluded motel that looked like it had been abandoned for years now. And the parking lot was completely vacant. Dolefully, I looked out through the window. This was where we’d be staying for a while. At this very moment, it felt like my heart was shattered into a million pieces. 29