Greta looks at Ivory who is busy combing her hair. Greta grows jealous of her wavy locks, but not as jealous as she is of the car that drives up to the curb. Ivory grows into a cheerful mood and she places her comb into her bag.
"My ride!" she cheers.
"Can I have a ride?" asks Greta as she feels the bottom of her shoes are like cement.
"Not today, I need to go to music lessons!" tells Ivory before she picks up her bag and leaves.
Greta hangs around by the curb and she kicks a stone. She wishes she were like Ivory, but she isn't like her at all. Greta grumbles as she picks up her heavy bag, and with heavy on her mind she heads on home.
Through the small streets Greta walks. Greta makes good timing but at the start of her street neighbour Peter Wood sees her and he calls to her.
"Hey there!" cheers Peter as he places his rake against a wall. "What are you doing out of school?" he asks.
Greta laughs as she sees Peter - he is a guy she has noticed more then once, and they have been friendly to one another for months. She sometimes flirts, however she doesn't ever ask him out - she isn't brave enough, not with someone who lives so close and can inform the neighbours of her ideas and requests.
"School has finished for the day!" she says as she tossed Peter a heart-warming smile.
"That's great!" cheers Peter. "Hey, I have just my yard-work, how about we move inside for a drink?"
"Is that an invitation?" asks Greta as she rakes her nails against the wood of the fence.
"Sure is!" tells Peter as he widens his smile. "If you want it to be a date I'll add cake!" he says before he offers a flirtatious wink.
"Just a drink will be fine!" tells Greta before she opens the gate and walks inside.
Inside of the house Peter gives Greta a drink - it is fresh lemonade with sugar on the rim.
"Why did the put the sugar on the rim of the glass?" asks Greta as she fingers the sugar.
"It's sweetness for sweetness;" tells Peter before he sits on the couch.
Together the two drink their fresh lemonades. Every now and again Peter looks to Greta and gives her an inspection - after a while he notces an interest in her body; he wants to keep her.
"Would you like more?" asks Peter as Greta finishes her drink.
"I suppose one more glass wouldn't do any harm to my figure!" cheers Greta before she hands her glass back to Peter.
"I'll even put sugar on it for you!" tells Peter before he vacates the room.
Greta looks at some paintings and smiles - she has always liked art, the pictures give her a good feeling when she looks at them; they make her feel at home with their shades, shadows, and contours.
"These paintings are awesome!" she cries before the telephone besides her rings."Telephone!" calls Greta - however only silence returns and so Greta takes it upon herself to answer the phone.
Slowly her finger clutch at the telephone handle, and she picks up the phone and places it to her ear; she is just about to say hello when a backhand flies like the wind and hits her cheek. The phone handle is fast placed back onto the telephone and tears rise behind Greta's eyes.
"You don't answer the phone ever!" swears Peter before he pushes the telephone away.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know;" mutters Greta before she notices that the lemonade in Peter's right had has spilled onto the couch. "Oh look, your couch has been ruined!" she tells as she drags some fingers over the wet couch.
"Well that's your fault!" tells Peter before he places the empty glass onto the coffee table nearby. "I have no more lemonade;" he adds.
"That's okay, I didn't want it anyway;" mutters Greta as she begins to feel a chill in the air. "It's cold, I should go home;" she mutters before she picks up her feet to stand.
"Are you sure?" asks Peter as Greta shoulder's her bag.
"Oh yes;' tells Greta as she tries her best to smile. "I need to study anyway;" she mutters before she turns to leave.
Peter looks at Greta and he feels his hearts race - he doesn't want her to leave! Peter follows Greta to the door like a hawk, and then at the door he grabs her arm. Greta tosses her head as she feel a strong grip holding her arm back.
"What do want?" asks Greta as she looks at Peter with bright blue eyes.
"I want you to stay a little longer;" tells Peter. "I feel horrible about slapping you; let me make you dinner!" he cheers.
"I wouldn't mind leaving;' tells Greta as she swallows hard. "I really do feel a little too cold;"
"I'll put a heater on;" tells Peter as he begins to pull Greta away from the front door. "Come on, it will be nice to cook for you;"
"I'll rather not!" protests Greta as she tries to pull her arm away. "Let me leave!" she pleads.
"I would rather you stay;" tells Peter as he smiles a nice smile that is strained only at the corners. "It would be a pleasure to keep you here;" he adds.
"Keep me here?" gasps Greta as she begins to feel her heart flop. "I'd rather leave if you don't mind!" she steams.
"Don't be like that! Stay!" tells Peter before he begins to drag Greta's arm down the hall.
Greta's legs follow as she realizes she can't break off her arm. She is led down the hall to a room which has nothing but a chair.
"What is this room?" asks Greta as she narrows her eyes. "It's queer to have a lone room and a chair;"
"It is my study;" tells Peter as he shrugs. "I read in this room;" he adds.
"What do you read?" asks Greta as she looks to Peter and sees madness inside of the glint in his eyes.
"Books;" tells Peter as he shrugs. "I buy books and then after I have read them I toss them away;" he says.
"That is strange;" tells Greta as she becomes spooked. "You are strange, you pulling me here is strange!" she wars. "How about I go?"
Peter shakes his head.
"I don't want you to go;" he mutters as he feels his pulse beat a little harder inside of his chest. "You should stay, stay here, forever;" he tells before he nudges her inside of the room.
Greta feels threatened and tries to break away, but Peter grabs her and drags her to the chair. He is strong, she is like a doll inside of his arms, and he has no trouble forcing her to sit with a push.
"Now you can stay;" tells Peter as he leans over her body. "We can have some fun;" he drawls as he grows excited.
"Don't force me to stay I won't like it!" protests Greta as she grows scared.
"Like it!" tells Peter. "Or be punished;" he adds before he turns his back to walk away.
Greta grabs her chair and tosses it at Peter's head. The wooden frame of the chair whacks his feet off their direction and he slams against the wall. Greta moves to run but at the door she is grabbed and pulled back with a ferocious yank that tears some ligaments inside of her wrist. Greta has only one second to protest before her body is pushed hard against the wall until her cheeks its the plaster with a bang!
"My tooth!" screams Greta as she feels a tooth pain.
Peter slams Greta's face against the plaster and her nose is hit with a bang.
"My nose!" cries out Greta before her legs give in.
Greta sinks to the floor and sobs.
"You did that to youself!" tells Peter before he picks up the chair and throws it over her head.
The chair makes a clatter as it crashes against the wall on the other side of the room.
"You did that too!" he steams before he steps out of the room and closes the door behind him.
Greta feels her face - there is blood running from her nose and her tooth is still sore. She sobs as she sits on the floor alone - she can't go anyway, she is a prisoner!
That night Peter comes into the room as Greta sleeps. He calls her name once and then twice, and then he walks up to her as he tosses rope inside of his hands. As Greta sleeps Peter ties her up until she is bound.
"That's the better way to keep someone like you!" tells Peter before he rubs the back of his head. "That's the way I will keep you;" he adds before he steps out of the room.
In the morning Greta wakes to find herself tied up. She is stiff and uncomfortable, and she can't stretch her body to get the cramps out of her limbs.
"What has happened?" asks Greta as she shakes her head. "Why are these ropes on me!" she gasps before she tries to move.
It is useless, Greta can't move at all, so she lays on the floor as limp as a rag-doll. She can't believe she has been made prisoner! Swear words run through her mind as sore runs through her heart.
"I don't want to be here!" steams Greta. "Let me go!" she cries out to the wall - but no-one is there to listen.
The day passes slowy and Greta's belly rumbles. She sulks as she lays on the floor all tied up. She tries screaming for help, but none come.
"What am I going to do?" asks Greta before the door creaks open.
Peter stands at the door with cake in hand.
"Peter! Let me go!" tells Greta as she fells hot hate rise inside of her head.
"I brought you cake!" cheers Peter before he walks up to Greta and kneals down in front of her.
"I don't want cake! I want to go home!" tells Greta as she begins to feel weak as Peter pushes a fork on cake towards her mouth.
"Eat the cake!" cheers Peter as he rubs the cake against Greta's mouth.
Greta sighs and opens her mouth - the fork slips inside and she fast consumes the mouthful of cake. As she swallows Peter traces another portion of cake against her lips.
"I don't want cake Peter!" steams Greta with a snap. "I want to go home!" she gasps. "Let me home, I won't tell anyone you tried to kidnap me!" she pleads.
"Have some cake;" tells Peter before he pushes the cake inside of Greta's mouth.
Greta consumes the cake once again and she gasps as tears roll down her face.
"I don't want cake! I want out of these ropes!" she tells.
"Have some more cake!" tells Peter as he smiles. "It's very nice;"
"I know it is;' tells Greta. "But I want to go!" she enthuses.
"Here's last portion of cake;" tells Peter as he wipes a large bit of cake against Greta's mouth leaving icing marks around the rim of her lips.
"I don't want it!" yells Greta. "I don't want it, I want to go home!"
"Cake..." mutters Peter before he pushes the fork inside.
Greta gasps as more tears roll down her face - she eats the cake but she doesn't enjoy it besides the fact that it has sweet taste.
"Let me go home!" whines Greta.
Peter laughs and takes his feet out of the room.
"I hate you!" steams Greta as the door closes shut. "I hate you;" she adds before she rakes her tears on the floor.
Late at night Greta wakes as Peter turns on the light. She looks to Peter who stands there with a camera in hand. Peter takes some pictures of Greta all tied up and she grows hate.
"What are they for?" she asks.
"Just showing friends what I do in my spare time;" tells Peter as he walks around her to get a better view of the ropes.
"What are they freaks?" asks Greta as she tries her best frown.
"Just friends;" tells Peter as he shrugs. "They don't know the people here;" he adds before he takes another pictures. "By the way you are my new girlfriend;" he adds before he walks out of the room.
"You what?!" steams Greta however the door shuts before she can ask any more questions. "I hate you!" she screams.
The next morning Greta wakes up with a moan. She has numbness all over her body and her legs and arms have turned blue. Greta tries to move however she can't break free of the ropes! It doesn't matter which way she squirms she just can't break free!
"I hate it here!" she screams. "I hate it here I do!" she adds.
However no-one listens; there is only silence as the house refuses to listen.
Later the same afternoon Peter opens the door. Greta looks at him as he brings a small plate of cake inside. He kneels down next to Greta.
"Would you like some cake?" he asks.
"Let me go;" mutters Greta unable to believe that he would.
"I have cake;" tells Peter as he brushes a fork against Greta's lips.
"I don't want it;" mutters Greta before she turns her head away.
"Aren't you hungry?" asks Peter.
"No!" tells Greta as she sobs to herself. "I can't feel my arms or legs! Let me go!"
"I can't;" tells Peter as he shakes his head.
"Let me go! I need to stand up!" tells Greta as she sobs.
"I can't!" tells Peter before he stands and leaves.
Greta takes a moment to feel sorry for herself - she does not want to stay, however she can't move!
"Why isn't there someone here to help me?" she asks as she continues to cry. "I can't move!" she steams. "I can't move! I can't get out!"
"Cake?" asks Peter from the doorway.
"No!" steams Gretal as she spits. "Get away! Get lost!"
"Then stay here;" mutters Peter before he closes the door.
That night Peter comes into the room and sniffs around Greta's face. She wakes and wishes to slap him, but then she hears him call her a name.
"You stink;" he mutters under his breath.
Greta sniffles.
"What?" she asks before she is lifted off the floor.
Greta is dragged into the shower and is urged under the taps. She feels water all over her shoulders and she realizes that she is going to get clean. However the ropes fall heavy under the water and it makes Greta very uncomfortable.
"Can you take the ropes off so that I can shower?" asks Greta as she shivers. "I need to clean my skin;" she tells.
Peter nods and he turns Greta around. He takes the ropes off and as he does Greta's body falls limp; she needs to be held up by Peter to stand and as blood rushes around her body her limbs tingle. Greta feels lightweight relief and pain both at the same time, and it makes her faint!
When Greta wakes she is laid out on the tiles. Her head is sore, her body is sore, and she is wearing nothing.
"What happened to my clothes?" she asks as she touches her bruised and swollen skin. "Where is everyone?" she asks.
However a whistle down the hallway alerts her to the fact that Peter has left her unguarded!
"I'm alone!" gasps Greta as she forces her legs to stand.
Greta almost falls and slips right away, however she gathers her strength and begins to walk quietly to the door. Greta opens the door and peers into the hall - there is no one there and with her heart hammering Greta begins to pace towards the front door. Greta feels a blush in her cheeks as she pants and hurries her steps, she feels sick and dizzy but she walks fast and within one minute she is at the door!
"I'm free!" tells Greta before she unlocks the door and opens.
"What was that?" asks a voice down the hall.
Greta gasps and slips out of the house before she forces herself to rush down the street.
"Hurry, hurry!" she tells herself as she feels wind rush all around her.
A car beeps its horn as it passes but Greta ignores it; she ignores the world as she passes house by house and within five minutes she is back at home!
"I'm home!" gasps Greta as she kocks on the door as loudly as she can. "I am home!" she sighs. "I am home!" she mutters as the door opens.
Greta hears a scream however her mind collapses over the relief and with a sob she falls to the ground once again as her family gather around to pick her up and lead her back inside of the house where she is put into bed and out of harms way.
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