Cannibal (Book One of A Bloodline's Saga)

Drug Induced Sleeps

Within the darkness I was conceived 

A fusion of energies 

Seeping into a materialised existence

Aversions Crown

It has officially been three weeks now since I've been taken, thanks to Luke's updates on what the date is. 

Right now I'm currently reading a new book Luke had managed to hunt down for me before the door bursts open and I'm being rushed out of my cell.

"The Police are onto me, we have to go." Alistair shouts when Ashley is in charge of getting me safely into their car while I'm gagged and blindfolded. 

Being told to lay down, I have rough hands guide me into what position I need to be in as a blanket is placed over me followed by several other things, reeking of engine oil. 

Once everyone is in, I hear Luke and his Dad arguing about something only the engine is too loud for me to listen in to what they have to say. 

My mind travels to Mum, Cam and Lucy and how far exactly I am going to have to travel to get back to them, only the car stops with a screeching halt and footsteps are being heard hurriedly making their way to the door, where I'm now being taken out. 

Still gagged and blindfolded, I'm then placed on the floor of what feels like a van, Luke stepping over me and slamming the door shut as Ashley and Alistair take the driver and passenger seats. 

With talk of having to ditch their old car and take this one, they dismiss the conversation and spend the rest of the trip in silence, every now and then Luke touching me and whispering to make sure I'm okay and that his Mum will be updated in what's going on. 

Not wanting to say much else, I sit motionless and listen in to the gears changing, the road and different sounds it makes underneath the tires, as well as the occasional request for a cigarette from Alistair or Luke. 

Finally the silence comes to a standstill, the shitty radio music turning down when they announce we are going to stop off at a petrol station, and that Luke is in charge of getting me something to eat while Ashley pays for the petrol. 

Ditching me in the pitch black with my mouth unable to make out a single sentence due to the gag to alert at least someone, I start to shiver after a minute or so thanks to my lack of clothing and too powerless to move to keep myself warm. 

Straining my ears and picking up people driving past the van with also some walking and talking without a care in the world, I only start crying when I wish it was me out there and some twisted f**k taking my place instead.

The door creaking at the front of the vehicle has the van tilting to the right, meaning Alistair's back in the car. So I accomplish in silencing my cries due to not wanting to draw attention to myself, though I have a feeling he'll pick up on it. 

"Soon you won't have to worry about anything; all of this will seem like a bad dream." Alistair informs me in a calm tone, though I can witness the sadistic look dancing in his eyes as I feel his burning gaze travelling over my body. 

Yeah, because I will be f*****g dead, then I don't have to worry about anything like Alistair said. 

I ignore his comment and turn to where I think the van doors to the back are, Alistair snorting out a laugh before I'm relieved when Luke returns along with Ashley. 

"Do I really have to keep the gag and blindfold on her?" Luke demands while he sits next to me with the crunching of food wrappers.

"It's so if she does manage to flag someone down, she won't know where we are unless you tell her-" 

"Which she won't! She knows she can't escape so is there any point?" he argues across his father, my mind assuring me he is only saying that just to please his father.

"Fine, but if she escapes I am holding you personally responsible for this and there is nothing your mother can do to stop me." he warns, Luke paying no attention to him in favour of getting my blindfold and gag off. 

"Better?" he whispers with a tender smile, my head nodding a little as I try and move the muscles in my jaw to relieve some of the tension.

Sensing the pad of his thumb rub what I assume are lines on my face from the gag, he gives my lips a gentle kiss before handing me the food he bought me. 

Happy with the pie, water and fruit he managed to grab, I offer him some of my food considering he has chosen to get nothing for himself. 

"I will eat later." he assures me after the fourth time. 

I get that he wants me to eat, but I can't seem to find my appetite no matter how hard I try. It's like I left it back at the mountain when I was taken, that and I'm depressed as f**k for being ripped away from my family.

"You feeling okay, you need to throw up or anything?" he asks while finishing the pie and half of the water. 

"Nah I feel fine at the moment, thank you." I smile gently though the conversation is short lived when Alistair announces that we'll be pulling over for the night.

Fuck, how long have we been driving for? 

Getting out of the car once we arrive to an abandoned looking building, I'm relieved to see we've made it to a destination snow free, yet it also means that I'm further away from my family. So I guess seeing no snow is bad because it states I'm definitely a long way from home. 

For a second time I'm dragged to a room only this one has windows, repeating the process of locking me in and now I'm left with a bed, nightstand and vanity with a dusty ass mirror. Well that and a built in wardrobe with sliding doors, which I doubt I'll get to use anyway considering we'll be hitting the road again. 

The walls are a dirty champagne hue, the ceiling alabaster with timber floorboards stained a deep maple though gouge-like scratches spot the elegant looking floorboards.

Even the curtains haven't escaped the time of neglect, small holes letting the light through thanks to moths and the colour of a pale daffodil yellow. 

Gazing over at the frame chipping its white coat of paint, the head of the bedframe shaped into a semicircle and elegant patterns spanning out until reaching its limit of the semi-circle line.

The end of the bedframe isn't so detailed, only having two equally chipped bars to support the bed from sliding forward, and two rounded knobs on the end bedframe. 

It's a double however, the mattress covered in a dusty white sheet, pale yellow and white checkered doona with matching pillows and plain white ones underneath them.

Checking the nightstands and observe they're the same shade of ashen along with the doors of the wardrobe, my stare flickers back to the bed when I slowly make my approach towards it.

Just as my ass hits the bed, the door unlocks and in comes Luke with what looks to be the book I almost finished before we had to evacuate, a small smile spreading across my face knowing he is doing this without his father's knowledge.

Keeping an eye on him while he slips out, I'm yet again lost into the imagination of this writer's work, a world I desperately crave for me and Luke. 

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A knock on my door distracts me from an interesting part of the book, my eyes meeting the gaze of Alistair and forces me into a further alert position as he slides through the door and closes it behind him.

"Today was a very close day for me; your parents are after you as we all thought they would be. Meaning if Luke did his job properly and killed you, then we would already be here without the Police trying to track us." he informs while taking a few strides forward. 

Well Luke didn't, I'm still alive and my parents want me home. So ah sorry to put a damper on things but I have people who f*****g care about me. 

"Okay, what else do you want me to say?"

"Nothing, I'm actually in here to tell you that dinner is ready and this time, you will be joining us." 

For some reason something inside me goes off, adrenaline pumping through my veins like fire when I visualise Alistair making me a meal of limbs.

"I don't think I'm hungry tonight, do you mind-" 

"You will eat with us whether you like it or not!" he yells with his hand reaching out and grabbing me by the hair before dragging me to where Luke and Ashley are sitting.

Luke is up in seconds from his position, only Alistair shoots him a warning look and it has Luke sitting down instantly. 

"You sit down here and f*****g stay!" Alistair booms while throwing me down into the hard wooden chair. 

Hitting limbs in the process, I'm surprised that he has seated me next to Luke as a bowl of what looks to be stew, is served up and thrown in front of me. 

"Now you make sure she eats it or you're copping it." Alistair cautions with a finger in Luke's direction, Luke giving him a small nod then catching a glimpse at me from the corner of his eye. 

Intaking a deep breath and looking down at the thick substance that Alistair has to offer, I peer up at Ashley who seems to be smashing hers down while Luke is picking at his. 

Gazing over at Alistair he too is busy observing me instead of eating his, my hands start to tremble and perspire at the weight of his stare searing into me. 

Grasping the spoon in hand, I sense Alistair's gaze shift in what feels like curiosity and excitement as I dip it into the thick gravy looking liquid, and observe the meat and vegetables swim around.

Giving it a stir to see if a finger will pop up to surprise me, I come out empty handed and test some of the vegetables, the flavours familiar yet different. Though I don't want to think about it much considering it is probably the most decent thing I have eaten since I've been kidnapped. 

"So, do you like Ashley's cooking?" Alistair questions when I'm a few spoonfuls in, my head nodding only I'm trying my best to hurry up and get the f**k back in my cell s***h sanctuary.

"Good, because Jake does as well." he bursts out laughing, my brows furrowing while my mind tries to make sense of what Alistair is laughing about with Ashley. 

"FOR f**k SAKE!" Luke screams then stands up and lobs his bowl across the room, all witnessing as it smashes into the closest wall with a loud 'CRASH!'.

It doesn't take me long to comprehend why Luke is losing his s**t, tears and vomit welling to my eyes and throat yet it's too late, I'm emptying my stomach onto the floor next to me as tears blur my vision. 

They're feeding us Jake and I ate it! I f*****g ate it and I f*****g liked it! 

"You guys are f*****g sick twisted f***s!" Luke rounds when he screams the last part, Alistair finally ascending up with a plank of wood and smashing it over Luke's head.

A scream rips from my throat as I witness Luke hit the floor like a sack of potatoes, Ashley coming towards me with arms out stretched and readying to grab me the second I try and run, yet I'm too busy screaming Luke's name and trying to get to him. 

"YOU! YOU b***h! YOU WILL CLEAN YOUR MESS UP!" Ashley screams then grabs the back of my head by my hair, and dragging me to where I threw up before pushing me into it. 

Landing in it on my chest with a winded thud, I roll over with knowledge of vomit now in my hair, more tears streaming down my face while I try and gasp in air, only all I'm copping is the scent of vomit.

"You don't clean it I will make you eat it!" Ashley spits in my ear with her fist still gripped tightly in my hair. 

Releasing my hair from her grip when I give her a little nod, I give myself a few seconds to recover before I'm left with the task of cleaning up the vomit with the towels thrown at me, courtesy of Alistair. 

As I'm about to announce I've finished, Ashley makes herself known and snatches the towels from me as my gaze snags something behind me on the floor, my heart freezing mid-beat while I wait for what she has to say.  

"You missed Luke's blood, clean it." she barks and shoves a semi-vomit covered towel into my hands. 

On trembling legs as the urge to vomit returns, I hold it down and commence on scrubbing away at the already staining blood, observing as the rings of blood where the puddles once lay, slowly smudge away with each rub. 

When it's finally done I hand her the towel while Alistair comes to grab me, then thrusts me into my room with the door securing behind him. 

Sitting on the bed all I can do is bawl eyes out as I wonder if Luke is even alive. The blow to the side of his head didn't sound right and sounded like it actually caved his head in. 

Not wanting to think about it anymore due to there being no more tears to shed, I lay back down on the bed before picking up the book and gather that I'm only two chapters off from finishing it. 

New tears come forth when I ask myself if anything else go wrong, like I've already lost my family, don't make me lose the one person I now love. A person who also happens to possess plots of having me reunited with my family.