Cannibal (Book One of A Bloodline's Saga)

Yet I Still Love You

These eyes will deceive you

Destroy you

Take your innocence

Your pride and definitely your soul 

You will be no more 

Rest in gore

Begging For Incest

It's been at least almost a week now and we still haven't moved from the place we were meant to be staying at for only a night, and in that time I haven't seen or heard from Luke and I wonder if he's dead. 

On schedule I'm given meals and snacks in between them in hopes of fattening me up, which is working by the way considering my stomach is starting to look bloated and feel hard. That and the amount of stress I seem to be going under with the missing of my pill for so long, it has f****d up my period cycle and I'm actually a week late for it. 

The vomiting in the mornings hasn't gotten any better and it's starting to alert Alistair and Ashley because they actually caught me one morning, then demanded me how long it had been going for. I told them it was because I was so stressed all of the time, but I'm starting to ponder if they're catching on to the fact that I might be pregnant. 

I mean call me paranoid but I'm starting to get all the typical signs of pregnancy that even my boobs are starting to hurt now, which also causes me lack of sleep and it's something I'm already short of it as it is! 

As for food I've been given the same stew and forced fed it, the flashbacks of a funnel shoved down my throat and how it's still recovering. It makes spewing the food up more painful and vomiting in the mornings, well you can imagine the raw pain it comes with it.

"Breakfast!" Ashley sings as she unlocks the door and comes striding in with what I examine it to be as porridge in a bowl, clutched in her grip. 

"Thank you." I murmur while flinching when she moves a strand of hair from my view, my gaze absorbing her already tiny yet thinning form, meaning that food is getting scarce and they will most likely be eating me sooner than I think.

"Now eat up for we are hitting the road again today. We were meant to a week ago, but things came up and we were unable to." she explains then takes a seat on the bed next to my legs, my arms pulling me further up the mattress and in a sitting position before repositioning the bowl of porridge on my legs. 

"Is Luke okay?" I ask over the lump in my throat as I think about him and the night he was struck across the head. That very same night I ate Jake.

My stomach turns when I wonder about how dinner is going to go down tonight, her smiling cheerfully then taking the spoon sitting next to the bowl of porridge and placing it in the bowl for me.

"He's fine, he's still recovering from his nasty knock to the head." she explains as if nothing is wrong with what had happened to Luke. 

"But he's alive?" I probe a little too earnestly. 

"Yes he's alive, but I wouldn't form such an attachment to him considering his father and I will be partaking in you soon. You're almost ready for the picking I guess you could say and Luke is finding it in himself to not join us. So I guess he's the reason why you're still alive, though right now he isn't here." she beams while getting up and heading for the door, my body and blood freezing simultaneously when my mind kick starts all types of scenarios and outcomes of my life.

"Luke wouldn't allow it!" I call to her and forcing her advancement to stop at the door, before her head is twisted to look at me with a smirk pasted on her lips that will haunt me for the rest of my days.

I've seen that look before, in Alistair's eyes and it is usually when he brings in the conversation on getting rid of me. 

"Luke won't have a say in this because he will be joining you."

Those words ring around in my head for a while, all the way up until Alistair comes in to announce that it's time to go, his gaze landing on the hardly touched cold porridge in my hands due to the bowl not moving once since it was placed. 

"You haven't eaten your food, Ashley-"

"No! It's because I was throwing up, please, let me try again later!" I lie with my fake plea eventually working for once when he lets it go, though requesting Ashley who answerers his summons to not worry about it and get Luke in the car. 

With Alistair locking his stare on my form as I get my shoes on, my mind flickers to the sim card and SD card in my sock then find myself having a quick feel to confirm they're still there, my pounding heart having some relief before I'm yet again escorted to the van and pushed into the back. 

Forced to sit on the cold hard floor, I wait for what feels like hours until the van door eventually opens again and Luke is thrown in, blood still staining the side of his face only he looks a lot better than I thought he would. 

"Oh my god Luke!" I yell as I scurry my way over to him, his expression finally relieved when he lets me into his arms.

"EMILY! Get off him now before I cut your arms off!" Alistair warns with a sickening growl to his voice, my body tensing up while slowly unwrapping myself from around Luke. 

I long for his touch instantly, Luke glancing me the same stare of longing when we spend the whole trip on separate sides of the van. 

On occasion we stop on the side of the road where there's a public toilet so I'm able to pee, Ashley obviously the one to take me so Alistair can take Luke, though I find that no matter how many stops we make Luke and I still can't get a chance alone together. 

Once we arrive I take in the rundown house with its smashed windows, missing parts of roof with chipping and peeling paint. 

A rusted sky blue Chevy sits in the over grown driveway as my mind ticks away with who exactly owned this place prior to its abandonment, and how they would react if they knew who is about to inhabit it.

"Who owns this place?" I ask while I'm shown through the equally rundown inside and to my prison, though the door isn't locked but Alistair and Ashley both now has guns to stop us from running away. 

So hopes of getting out of here are getting slimmer by the day considering I'm no longer allowed near Luke, and plans of getting a hold of his Mum are impossible due to not having access to his own phone. 

With the door slamming shut behind her, I only stop to think about how much more riskier it is to leave knowing that we could be shot in the process, my adrenaline pumping as I picture both of us getting shot before hearing the front door open and close. 

Sneaking to the door, I press my ear to the warm yet cool door and only hear the TV going from the living room, but no movement or talking. So biting my lip with the excuse of wanting to go to the toilet bubbling in the back of my head if Ashley or Alistair is there, I take this time to search for Luke to confirm if he has any idea of where his phone is or if he has gotten in contact with his Mum yet. 

Finally reaching a door that's locked, I search high and low for a set of keys and eventually finding them in a drawer in the kitchen. With my mind alerting me that this also could be a trap, I make sure everything is back where I found it until I'm unlocking the door and heading down a set of stairs. 

The room smells of stale blood, my heart racing and pumping loudly in my ears when I round a bricked up corner and observe Luke tied up to a chair, with what looks to be chunks of flesh missing from all parts of his body. 

Stifling a scream in favour of automatic tears to take their place, I rush over to him and cup his face; his head jolting away from my touch then starts crying when he acknowledges that it's me. 

"T-they said I-I'm not ready y-yet." he stutters out when I begin searching him over and discover nothing is bleeding anymore, his wounds being left to heal and dry up for a while now by the smell and state of them. 

"Don't t-touch me, t-they will know you w-were h-here!" he shouts out when I place a trembling hand on a cloth of some type to begin wiping away the blood, my hand instantly ceasing its movement to not cause him any further punishment. 

"But I can't just leave you here; I need to get you through this so there can be an us." I sob, his lips curling up into a weak smile then beckoning me over. 

I want to throw up at the amount of pain he must be feeling, though I can't seem to bring myself to do it. It's as if something is stopping me from breaking down so I'm able to be the strong one for the both of us right now. 

His mocha locks are crusted in mattered knots thanks to his blood, his half-naked and mutilated form exposed to the possible diseases that linger down in this basement, and his russet orbs are either half-closed due to being struck or smeared in blood.

"What?"

"Why?" 

"Because I want a kiss." 

Giving him a watery laugh, I lean in and bestow a gentle kiss on his dry crusted lips, the dried up blood splattered on his mouth smearing a little due to added saliva.

"Can I at least get you water?" I suggest, his stare flickering to the door then nodding his head.

"Hurry though because they won't be long, they were only getting a few things before they had to come back." he croaks out of his dry throat, my already trembling mess of hands making an even bigger disarray when I try and not tip the water over the rim of the cup, or down the front of Luke for that matter because they will know for sure I was here. 

Once he has had his fill I dry and place the cup back where I got it then give him one last kiss and locking it up behind me, fresh tears spilling down my cheeks at the thought of having to leave Luke by himself while he suffers silently in pain. 

Racing to place the key where I found it in the exact same position it was in when I hear a car crunching down the driveway, I sprint for my room and close the door silently then retrieve the book I've almost finished. 

Pausing on my bed with my heart racing loudly in my ears, I wait for the front door to open until hearing the voices of Alistair and Ashley. The both of them seem to be talking about what they saw down the street when Alistair announces that he's going to inform me and Luke what's going on. 

Taking this as my cue to put on my bored face and entertain myself solely with the book, my door bursts open and a stressed yet calmed Alistair comes to sight. 

The image of Luke and how I saw him comes bubbling to my mind, sending my blood boiling and heart racing when I play a million different scenarios of doing what they did to Luke, to them as a sickening smile starts its way across my lips. 

"We are to leave, so make sure you're ready in the next five." he barks his order then the door closes on me once again, a deep sigh escaping my lungs and doing just that. 

Chucking on my shoes, I wrench the door ajar to let them know I'm ready, hearing the footsteps of Ashley's boots hitting the floor until she's once again escorting me to the van. 

"Where's Luke?" I demand when she's readying herself to shut the door.

"He's coming." she comments then slams and locks it shut on me. 

Sitting against the cold metal walls of the van while I wait for Luke, I replay the images of his battered up form over and over again in my head to eventually discover myself waiting quite a while. 

With my heart thumping and devising what the holdup could be, I finally hear muffled voices before making out that they're getting louder with each step. Yet they seem to also be dragging something with them, something that has both Ashley and Alistair struggling a little as the door's opened and a cleaner more bandaged up Luke, is thrown into the van with me.

Groaning at his injuries, I'm quick to be at his side and sense the tears return. Checking him over, he waves a hand at me as if to tell me he is fine, my head shaking while silent tears fall at the lie he's obviously telling me.  

How can he be fine, look at the f*****g state he is in! 

"Oh my God Luke, how are we going to get out now?" I practically breathe near his ear when Alistair and Ashley are busying themselves with something inside.

"Once I get the strength, I'll be able to access my phone or a phone and ring Mum to let her know where we are. You still have your sim car and whatnot?" he questions with my head nodding as he gives me a small smile.

"Good because once we're in the safe hands of Mum and we blame Dad and Ashley for the death of Jake, then we can get you to see your family once we tell them that we were both held captive considering we both found Jake's body, and were caught in the process of going to the Police about it." he goes on with my mind soaking in the plan, until going more into detail about what we will tell the Police once we're out of here. 

Before we can talk more, we overhear Ashley and Alistair sprinting out of the rundown house and slamming the door behind them. 

Breaking apart and resuming our usual position on the opposite sides of the van, we are then taken out of the vehicle minutes later and placed into a car more suited for the terrain. 

With my gaze sweeping over the dirt road we seem to be on and now ditching the car not far from the dirt track and into thick wooded area, we seize a four wheel drive out from its hiding then jumping in while observing as the doors are child locked. 

Witnessing as Alistair and Ashley make their way to the front and jump in, we set off like bats out of Hell, only I wish that we were caught already.