Cannibal (Book One of A Bloodline's Saga)

It's Official, I'm Kidnapped...

Knife lost inside your bowels 

As I Watch the excrement pour

My message has been made brutally clear 

This hour shall be your last

Your grisly fate sealed 

Atrocity 

What feels like hours of lying on the bed making pictures out of stains on the once white ceiling, the door finally rattles and in comes Luke again only this time with something to eat. Well I hope it is considering the last meal I had was KFC and after that I don't know exactly how long it has been. 

"That better be-"

"Trust me, its normal food." he cuts across me in a gentle tone before seating himself beside me and passing it over.

Looking down at the mac and cheese, I let out a snort at the assumption and blush with embarrassment with the lack of meat there is in this dish. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't know what it was." I confess then begin eating the familiar store brought packet pasta, the taste good due to the space of my last meal. 

My thoughts jump to the time and wonder if my parents will be looking for me now. Or is it one of those things where time is slower than what it usually is? Whatever it is, my eyes are watering up at the thought of not seeing Lucy for a long time, and wondering how long it will be until I get to go back. 

"Do you know where my phone is?" I question in a quaking voice with my hands ball into fists in my lap to stop them from trembling, my eyes trying their hardest to fight the tears back. 

"My Dad has it, but I'm working on getting it so you can notify your parents on what is happening." he tells me in a soft voice, the feeling of his hands hovering over me making it into my messed up mind, though I feel them drop while I rub the tears with the palms of my hands. 

"Even if it risks you getting in s**t?" I test, his russet orbs sending me a hurried look until I'm back to observing at his scudded and torn Converse on the ground. 

"Yes even if you do tell them everything, I will still get you out of here." he eventually gets out with the sound of a lump forming in his throat, snagging something in my heart as I'm now slamming the food down on the nightstand and smashing my lips onto his.

I can tell by how tense he is at the start that he's wondering what the f**k is going on, only he's quick to respond with his arms throwing around my body, his embrace tight and one of longing by the way he's kissing and grabbing at me. 

The kiss though his more vicious than his grip, our tongues greeting each other now and then before more than when we started. My hands lose themselves in his mocha hair and trail down in his now longish stubble, his usual styled quiff lost in a sea of tangles thanks to my fingers not letting the locks go.

"This is longer than I remember." I giggle a little dazed in the moment and too far gone mentally to care. No matter what way you dice it my friend, I'm in love with him and there's nothing I can do about it. 

"I know, it's because I haven't really been focused on much else other than you." he murmurs in a hoarse voice, my knees weakening not only at the comment but at the tone he seems to be using. 

More intense kisses are shared until we're both fighting our clothes off, my mind thinking nothing else other than him inside me. Something I didn't know I would actually long for again, yet my body and heart are forgiving him right this second.

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"So you aren't going to tell on me?" Luke jokes when we're in bed cuddled up, a position we find ourselves in all of the time with him behind me and his arms cuddles up to my chest. 

"No because I know you are serious on what you said and there's something about you I can't shake off. I'm drawn to you in a way and you seem to plague my mind even when I don't want you to. Like I want to hate you for what you did, but I don't because of what Jake did to me." I confess as my hands rub his chest and focus on the pulse in his neck. 

"What I did was wrong and how I went about it was wrong, I knew that but the side of me that has been living under the influence of my Dad for so long kicked in and I lashed out how he would have. I mean I could have just beaten the s**t out of him instead." he chuckles gently, my eyes rolling before I look up at him only for some reason a smile is present also. 

"I want to laugh but there is some sanity in me telling me that this is f****d up." I admit though the smile won't falter. 

Will I find out in the future the grotesque things he has done to people in his past? Will he eventually snap at his new way of life, who knows because who has knowledge of how dark Luke's past really is?

"Well eventually you will and understand why bashing this cunt wasn't enough. But I can also see it from your point of view because let's be honest here, you worry about me getting caught in all of this. I knew you would that is why my Mum came down that night. She wanted to meet the girl she was using her old contacts to do let's just say, bad things with." 

He is right, I am worried about him getting caught for killing my ex, but there's something inside me that hopes Luke has buried his murderous instincts with Jake, hoping that Jake was his last and lone victim considering I don't think I could take him going out and killing people that hurt me.

"I assume she likes me enough but can we at least get things straight here?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"What else have you done? Is this the only, murder you have done by your own hands?"

Silence, his face scrunched into one of thought, only it isn't recollection that I recognise it's one of hesitancy and uncertainty of whether I'll handle what he has to say. 

"I wasn't the one to exactly murder; I only collected the belongings and stashed them in the drawer where you found Jake's, until we were able to dispose of them. That and help move all of the, ah, meat I guess you could say, to the freezers located in the staff rooms in the mountain and other parts of the park. Why do you ask?" he confesses with my stomach churning as I think of how many rooms there could be and how many people are crammed in those freezers. 

"I was only asking because I'm concerned about your fingerprints being on the scene." I point out with a large smile and laugh escaping his mouth. 

"See, I knew you would be worried about me. Well don't be, as I said, my Mum has contacted people she tried cutting out of her life, just for me. It's so I can be with you and live a normal life." he replies as a hand cups my cheek.

"It still doesn't ease my wo-"

"LUKE! WHERE THE f**k ARE YOU?" Alistair screams from afar with Luke shooting out of bed and chucking his clothes on.

Planting a kiss on my lips he leaves me with the door locking in his wake, my mind churning with new thoughts on life and who will be in it if I make it out alive. 

Throwing my clothes on and returning to eating my now cold lunch, the Dad comes barging in with sweat pouring down his face and pale blue stare scanning my body with hunger and something else, lingering in them.

Then Ashley comes in seconds later with a matching gaze to Alistair's, her mouth I swear watering at the potential meal in front of her. 

"It's time for you to have a shower." Ashley informs me with her hand gripping at my arm and yanking me from my position before marching me into the shower. 

Committing the basement stairs to memory, I'm finally escorted up and down a small hallway with what I assume is the bathroom door, opening up as we halt. 

My stomach drops at the sight of Luke's house opening up in front of me, the familiar colours of the walls and paintings that hang on them, passing us by and all I can think of is how close I am to my parents.

"Now Ashley is going to stand guard while you have a shower, precaution if you will in case you try and escape!" Alistair barks crisply at me before I'm suddenly shoved into the bathroom with the door locking behind me. 

Eventually gathering my wits and battling down the urge to escape, I come to the conclusion that I couldn't make it out by myself. Not just that somewhere deep down I still love Luke, but I'm also royally pissed at him for what he did. 

It was a major f**k up on his half and he will spend most of his life making it up to me. Then again I guess that's something we can both work on due to both of his parents being mental as f**k, so there's going to be a long process in breaking the cycle his parents have installed in him.

I mean his Mum is helpful, but she is a dangerous woman like his father. You can tell how controlling his Dad is and how his Mum is clearly a woman not to be messed with. That's a life I refuse to have and if I am pregnant, then I don't want our child copping that either. 

Washing myself off with nothing other than body wash, I end up using it in my hair also considering I know it will be greasy from all the sweating. 

Towelling off my body than wrapping my hair in the towel, I clad myself in the clothes I wore when I was kidnapped before heading back out after alerting Ashley I'm done. 

Still no windows to tell me what time of day it might be, on my way back to my cell, I'm surprised when I'm not restrained to the bed yet the door is once again locked.

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It has certainly been a few days now because it has felt that long, then again it probably has been only a day and a half but still, time can't go any slower.

I mean you'd think the meals I get would determine how many days I have been here and what part of the day it is, yet I seem to be getting snacks instead and it is at all times of the day, and as many times as possible thanks to Luke.

My hunger has been ridiculous for the past however many days I've been here, and the nagging in the back of my head telling me that something is going on with my body won't leave me alone. That and when I had a cigarette for the first time the other day, I vomited straight away and had to lay down. Luke thought it was because I haven't been eating much, that's why he's feeding me as much as possible. 

Currently I'm in bed with a book Luke was nice enough to track down for me, actually enjoying it regardless of where I am right now. Though I'm distracted by running footsteps and the lock on my door rattling as Luke comes bursting in. 

"We don't have long til my father gets back, but I retrieved your phone for you. I managed to get it last night. Here-" 

"Hold on to it, I don't want to risk anything yet. I wanna to get out of here first before I get in touch with my family. Besides, you need it to call your Mum first." I intervene, his brows furrowed then throwing his arms are in the air as if he's done. 

"Do you think I would have tried already? Your phone won't ring through to my Mum's considering it's out of range on her end. But I thought maybe you would give your Mum and Stepdad a call because they'd be able to alert the authorities." he suggests with the phone once again outstretched to me. 

Taking it in I finally give it a go, my breathing shaky while my heart thumps loudly in my ears, the phone ringing abnormally long until there's no answer. 

"What the f**k?" I breathe with disbelief, my fingers redialling the number and informing me that the person is out of service.

"Okay, what the actual f**k?" I hiss in frustration when Luke once again goes for the phone in my hands.

I don't understand, I thought this problem was only with Luke's Mum, but it seems that not even I am able to get through to my parents either.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know, it rung out then on the second go it was out of range. Let me try Cam's." 

 Doing just that the same thing happens, even with Lucy's number and a few others and realise that something in my phone is f****d, not the signal the signal is fine.

"Listen to me; take the sim card out as well as the SD card. I will keep them both safe but you have to take the phone back. I have all that we need saved onto this here. Our plan so far is, we get to your Mum's, get settled then I get in contact with my family telling them that your Mum saved us from your Dad trying to eat the both of us. I'm sure your Mum will have your Dad killed in the process." I point out, his mind weighing in the odds then nodding. 

"Alright, we get us out of here and to Mum before we get in contact with your family. Dad is planning on fattening you up and eating you in a few months' time, so we have until December to get you out of here and to Mum. Dad is keeping me under lockdown because he doesn't trust me that I won't try and break you out. I'm not even meant to be here, I snuck in to tell you this and give you your phone. But here is the sim and SD card, I'll be back later." he informs me and gives me a kiss, the kiss lingering on my lips like it has done many times in the past. 

With the door locking behind him, I try and scan all over for a place to hide such small items, my mind racing a million miles a second as my gaze trails down to my socked feet. 

Rolling my jeans up, I pull the sock all the way up then place the SD and sim card at the rim of the sock and folding it over a few times while hiding it once again with the jeans. 

Getting up with the hopes of it staying in its place, the door starts to rattle with the incoming of someone, my heart in my throat as I set my gaze on Ashley come in. 

"Here chuck these on, you've been in those for a while. Not just that, we have to get rid of all evidence that you were here." she informs me and chucking me the clothes. 

Picking them up and observing a pair of light denim skinny jeans, plain black underwear and bra, matching long sleeve and bright white socks instead of my dull dirty ones. 

The items hidden in my sock surfaces to the front of my mind, my mouth about to open and ask if I'm able to dress alone, when her phone rings and fills me with beautiful relief. 

"I'll be back to get your things." she states crisply then the door is locked again.

Breathing a sigh of relief when I think God is on my side at the moment, I strip off everything that I own in clothing wise before putting the new ones on. Repeating the process of hiding the items in my sock with haste, I make it just in time for Ashley to return.

"Good." she grunts and grabs the things from my arms then walking out with the door fastening once again.

Seconds later I'm projectile spewing in a bucket Luke gave me on my request a while ago, my stomach emptying everything of its contents until I'm pressing my back against the cool stone, to calm my thumping head and unsettled stomach.

"f**k I hate this." I groan as my head flops to the side to observe my book staring back at me, as if it wants to be touched. 

Eventually gathering up the strength when my stomach has settled for the time being, I lay back on the bed with the book in hand, my mind losing itself into the story I left off last time I picked the book up.