Marions-nous aujourd'hui

I was woken by the loud french music. I slowly opened by eyes which kinda hurt, it was swollen by all the crying I did. I sat up and yawn before I turn to the door, I jumped a little frightened at the fact that Chase was standing door watching me. He was in a plain t shirt and sweat pants.

" Breakfast is downstairs, come." He said. I then nodded. You see it would've been stupid of me to keep up my resistance when I didn't a have plan . He has the upper hand, he knew were we were, he probably has lock the doors and not to mention this man was built. Despite me being tall myself he was taller and stronger, so it's not like I could fight him off. You see the only reason I would resist and disobeyed him is if I have nothing to loose but I do, I want to live.

I followed behind slowly. I looked around and was in awe, his house was huge and had expensive written all over it. While going down the huge staircase, their were paintings and photos plastered on the walls. The photos were either baby photos or pictures of nature like flowers, forest and animals. There was one particular painting that grab my attention, It looked like a family portrait. There was a brown haired woman, she looked young and beautiful but even though the picture was painted, you could still see the sorrows in her blue eyes. The woman had her hands on the shoulder of a young girl with brown hair who was about 16, the little girl also looked sad as well. She had a small smile on her face but her sad eyes showed that it was fake. Beside the older woman was a large man, he was so tall the woman only reach his chest. The man had blonde hair, brown eyes and looked similar to Chase, the man appear to be in his mid 40s. He stand out because he was the only one who looked genuinely happy and the only one with blond hair. The man had on a strong grip on the shoulders of a young boy about 12 but the little boy lack emotions, also he looked like a young version of Chase. Was this his family? Despite it being a painting, the outfits they worn tell that it was a modern painting.

While being distracted I tripped on my feet and bounce on the hard back of Chase. I quickly pushed myself off of him and he stopped and looked at me with one of his eyebrow raised.

" I- I'm sorry I fell." I said avoiding his gaze. I then felt his hands on my face.

" If you hurt yourself, I would make it worse so be be careful." He warned and I looked at him in disgust. The fuck?

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The table was fill with food. If I wasn't kidnapped then I would've been excited to finish it all. We sat on the opposite sides of the table but that didn't stop him from staring deep into my soul. I shrugged him off and began to eat the food, it was amazing and I didn't ate in a while so best believe I was chowing it down. I then heard him chuckled and I stopped.

" Even though your eating like a savage, you still look graceful." He said. He didn't touch his food, instead he reach into his pocket and took out a cig and lit it.

" Are you rich?" I asked ignoring his remarks.

" This house was given to me by my late father and since I am the only surviving family member, I inherited everything." He said before he took a big draw from his cigarette.

" So even though your rich you still end up being an murderer Guess some of us were doomed since birth." I said, laughing a bit.

" What the fuck does that even mean?" He asked. He looked a bit angry.

" I mean obviously you were born rich but even though you had so much opportunity to be something great like for example, investing your money in a company or such but instead you decide to kill people for money you don't need. If that isn't worthless then I don't know what is." I said nonchalantly while eating. My intention wasn't to be bitter, I was just saying what I thought.

"Are you judging me?"he asked, narrowing his eyes at me.

" I mean yeah. Who wouldn't."I said.

" So you think you're better than me?"

" Well...it's a sin to say I am but it's quite obvious that I am. I grew up through some rough shit but look at me. I succeeded without doing-" before I could finish a glass plate was thrown at me, I quickly duck. Immediately after I got up I felt my hair pulled back and his rough hands gripping my jaw, his face was close to mines.

" You filthy whore, who are you to judge me? You don't know shit about me!" He spat. His accent thick as ever. " I fucking despise bitches like you, you walked around thinking you're shit doesn't stink and think your better than everyone when you're just a broken slut. You think I can't see a broken bitch from miles away. Lemme guess daddy fucked you?" I then tried to move out of his hold but he then tighten his grip in my hair.

"Are was it your uncle or big brother? How can you walk around saying I'm worthless? Your probably sucking Gregory's dick for your daily allowance." I them used my hand and wipe away my tears. " Looks at that...did I strike a nerve?, Did I hurt your fucking feelings!" He then dragged me by my hair out of the chair. He then threw me on the ground.

" W-well at least I don't kill innocent people!" I cried out.

" How are you so sure they were innocent." He then kneeled down to my level, his grip got tighter and now it felt like he was going to rip my hair out. " No sin is greater than any sweetheart. "

He then release me and walked away. I began to cry harder, sure he wasn't fully right about what he said but he was partially right. Right about the fact that I was broken but even so at least I'm not a murderer. He then throw a small broom and dustpan on me.

" Clean that mess up." He then walked away and leaned on the table.

" You're wrong about me Chase." I sniffed before wiping my tears. " I was not raped nor am I having sex with Gregory. When you were stooping through my phone you can clearly see that we have a platonic relationship!" He ignored me. I then began to clean up the plate. I then stand up and walked over to him, he was standing at the table watching me while he smoked. I was now standing in front of him.

" If I'm such a broken whore then why won't you do what you want and let me go already!" I cried out. " Why am I still here! I have a life, I have things to do than stay here to be your fucking beating stick!" I was beyond frustrated at this point.

"You intrigue me." Is all he said. He then blow the smoke in my face before he walked away.

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Gregory's Pov

I sat on my bed with my head in my hands. I still couldn't believe what I heard, it was all my fault. I forced her to go, I forced her to go out of her comfort zone. The only person to blame was me, if it wasn't for me Zuri would've still be here, safe and sound. I'm ashamed to say that I love her more than I love my own kids. Zuri showed me more respect than them and was full with ambitions, my kids only cared about vanities and partying. The thought of her being human trafficked taunt my soul. I hired the best private investigator to be on the case. I won't rest until she was found. That girl has been through a lot and for this to happen just when she was beginning to enjoy life is just so horrible.

" Sir your private jet is ready." One of my workers interrupted my thoughts. I was going to France. I didn't want to just sit around and wait for something to happen, I have to try myself.

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5 days later.

Zuri's Pov

It been 5 days. 5 days of boredom, 5 days of crying, 5 days of waiting for him to do something. For the past 5 days, all I did was sleep in the room, eat, bathe and nothing else. Chase barely talks to me, he only talks to me to tell me to bathe, eat or to sleep. I didn't try to escape or anything because this man even when I'm bathing he is always out the door waiting on me and even when I want to use the bathroom I have to knock on my room door because he always kept it locked . It was like I'm in prison. Chase hasn't done anything to me, it's not like I want him to but it's pretty weird and it makes me anxious. I haven't argue with him since the table incident so he didn't hit me.

I groaned out loudly as I threw the pillow off the bed in exhaustion. This was such a pain, I have never been so bored in my life. I got up and look through the window, something that I have been doing every minute. The nature calms me, it was the only think keeping me going at this point.

I then felt a pain in my stomach, I then rubbed my stomach Wonder where did this pain come from but then a thought came to my head. I walked over to the mirror and look at my back and to my horror blood. I was on my period and I didn't have anything and I then knocked on the door hard, trying to get his attention. He's the one who kidnapped me so he had to deal with it.

" What?" He asked in annoyance.

" I'm on my period."

" So? What am I supposed to do ? " He asked back and I don't know why but that angered me.

" Get me a pad, what the fuck do you expect dumbass!" I yelled out. He then immediately unlocked my door and involuntarily I back away from the door.

" What did you call me?" He questioned in a warning tone.

" I- Im on my period. If I don't have anything I will bleed every where." I said lowly. He then walked up to me and I continue to back away the closer he got. My back then touch the wall and I immediately lift my hand up to shield myself.

My eyes open wide when I feel his hands in my underwear He the use two of his fingers and swipe it between my area I quickly pushed him off.

" What the fuck!" I screamed out. He then look at his bloody fingers.

" I had to make sure you aren't lying." He said. He was acting so calm as if he didn't just violated me.

"That's fucking disgusting! It's almost like you lack common human senses you sick twisted fuck!" I cried out. I was embarrassed and angry. " You could of look at my bloody pants!"

" I don't understand why you are acting so flustered? It's just blood." He said confusingly.

" Yeah it is but you just put your hands in my vagina to see if I'm on my period. If that's not fucking weird then I don't know what is!" I was appalled.

" Well.. I had to see for myself. I guess I have to get you some female things?" He asked.

" Yes..." I said. Was he really going to leave me alone here. I mean I was praying he wouldn't lock the door.

" Okay, I will go buy some. " He then turn to leave but stopped and turn back to me. " If I were you, I would behave."

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It beens 10 minutes, so I assume he had left. When he leave my room he didn't locked the door,did he forgot to?. I then open the door and look right and left before I left my room . I walked over to his room and looked in there, it was dark, with dark sheets, dark furniture and dark walls. The walls were painted untidy so I assume he maybe did it himself. His room was extremely clean, not a spec of dust. His room also smelled like him...it smelled good. I walked over to his side table which had a large book on it with the large label "Diary " it was in bold writing. I took it up and open the cover, the first page had a hand written poem on it.

Genuine happiness is a pleasure That only the fortune ones has. I am very unfortunate.

I guess that was write by Chase since the journal had his name written on it. he probably wrote that when he was younger considering how cringe it was. I skip through the pages mainly contain hand written poetry, mostly about sadness, suicide, murder and sex. I wonder if he was the one who wrote this well it obvious considering there was a pen beside to book. I didn't bother to look through it more because this was taking up my time when I can use this time to explore the house and try to escape. I put the book down and make sure to place it in it's original place. I got out of the room and check the other rooms that was beside it but they were all locked. I then went downstairs and tried to see if the front door was opened but unfortunately it wasn't.

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All the windows and doors were locked. I spend about a hour doing this. This house was a mansion, it was huge, occasionally I would come across rooms and bathrooms. I then hurry up and run upstairs when I heard his car. I then heard his footsteps walking upstairs. I was inhaling and exhaling slowly so I could calm myself and not appear too suspicious. He then opened my door with a large box fill with pads and tampons.

" I bought a lot. You're going to be here for a while so-"

" What? I mean thank you but I just don't understand why you're keeping me here.." I said.

" You can give me a kiss to show your appreciation." He said smiling a bit. Ignoring my questions

" No, I'm good."

" Give me a kiss." He was demanding it. I just stand there uncomfortable because my blood was literally soaking my pants.

" I need to take a shower and get one of those." I explained. I didn't want to kiss him.

" Kiss and I will let you go." He said lowly.

"I-"

"Zuri, I had just drove out into the city to get you these. I think I deserve a kiss for my hard work." I was getting angry. He was the one who kidnapped me in the first place now he was demanding a reward for doing the bare minimum.

" I said no." I said with attitude. He then dropped the box and walked over to me and grabbed the back of my head and connect our lips.

" No!" I shouted before I slapped his face. He then backed off and held his cheek. He then looked at me but this time he didn't look angry but rather...sad. I then wiped off my mouth in disgust.

" Oh..okay. Um you can go shower now." He said lowly. I then grabbed one of the items and left the room. " Your clothes would be on your bed."

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To be continued

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