The Chained Wife

Chapter 2

Feeling my body being picked up, I slowly come awake. Open my eyes the best I can, I try to look around. It looks like he's walking through a field.

Great am I in a scary movie or something?!

My kidnapper doesn't know I'm awake yet, so I take this opportunity just to be silent and watchful.

Suddenly we walk out the field and I see a big rusted red barn. Are we on a farm? He talked about cows so I'm assuming so. Great. I'm definitely in a horror movie.

He walks past the barn up to the run-down farmhouse and opens the door walking inside.

Am I so scared that I'm dreaming that this place smells? It stinks so bad, or maybe it's the vomit on my shirt?

Walking us into what looks like the living room, he lays me down gently on an old sofa before putting a chain around my legs.

What's gonna go on?" I ask, and I'm happy I can finally form some type of words again." That means whatever he did to me is wearing off.

"Nothing baby, I just want you to relax, okay?" I'm going to make you some soup for your upset stomach. He tells me before bending down kissing my head. I try to pull away from him but he grabs my hair not letting me.

"Baby please don't do that, you will hurt my feelings" He whispers.

Shaking my head, I tell him, "I want to go home" I whisper brokenly.

"Baby, your home already silly." You will start to feel better soon." He kisses my head again before he walks off out of the room.

Slowly sitting up, I bend down and reach for the chain. Tugging at it hard, but they won't loosen. Pulling at it hard I start to scream but still nothing.

I'm not strong enough. Running my hands along the cuff around my ankle, I notice I'll need a key. I'm truly f****d.

Walking back into the living room a few minutes later, my kidnapper took me the soup. I'm a little hungry but I'm too scared to eat.

He already drugged me once, who says he won't do that s**t again.

Sitting down on the couch next to me tries to hand me the bowl, I don't take it. I'm too scared too.

"Oh, I see. My baby wants me to feed her. So spoiled. Okay, okay, sweetie, I will. Your sick and I have no problem taking care of my beautiful wife," His eyes light up with such happiness while looking at me.

That's not what I wanted to happen. I don't want to make this bastard happy, and I won't eat that damn soup! Not telling what the f**k he put in it.

Watching him carefully, he scoops the spoon into the soup gathering a little onto the spoon before bringing it to my mouth. Does it look like some meaty pasta soup? It doesn't look too tasty, to be honest. Feeling the spoon he has against my lips, I tighten them shut.

"My love you need to eat, I understand your stomachs hurting but I don't want you to get sicker, and you know we don't waste food," He whispers as he tries to push the spoon past my closed lips. Shaking my head at him, I don't want his damn food!

Then what happened next made my heart beat out of my chest, he throws the bowl against the wall. Watching as the soup splatters everywhere, he stands up and starts to pace. He's very angry. He looks furious.

I f*****g made you this. I made this for my wife for her to feel better! Do you understand we just can f*****g waste food b***h?! How ungrateful are you, after everything I have done to make you happy!" He Yells at me before walking up to me, and slaps my cheek hard."

My head flies to the side as I raise my hand to hold my now hurt cheek. Tears start to fall down my face, as my cheek feels like it's broken. I'm sure I'll have a nasty bruise tomorrow.