Trapped

As promised Caleb showed back up the next day. “Did you miss me,” He said as he strutted through the door? “How could I miss someone as awful as you,” I vented hotly. He continued as if he hadn’t heard a word I had said. “Anyway, my dear, I can’t stay long I have to help your family search for you,” Caleb chuckled. “They’re searching for me? That means they will find me and you will be arrested for kidnapping me,” I said, choking back tears. “Oh no my dear, they will not find you. You see, you are in another state and in a remote part of a forest. So you see no one is coming to rescue you, so just accept your fate,”

“Never! Someone will find me,” I yell at him as he heads for the door. I still refuse to cry in front of him. I can’t let him know that he is slowly breaking me down slowly.

Caleb is right on one hand though nobody will find me all the way out here so I need to figure out how to get myself out of here. I start looking all around me to see if there is anything I can use to remove this

shackle from my ankle. “I wish I knew how to pick the lock on this thing,” I tell myself as I see some shards of metal. Finally, I see a hammer that Caleb must have forgotten about as he put this thing into the ground. I stretch as far as I can to grab it. Then start hammering on one of the shackles links.

When I woke up the next morning I could barely move my hands because they are so sore plus I have splinters. As I inspect the link I had been hammering on I notice that I have barely made a dent in it. As I start hammering on the link again Caleb walks through the door. “Trying to save yourself,” He snarls as he grabs the hammer from my hand. “I told you that you weren’t going anywhere, you are mine now,” With those final words he rips my clothes off and proceeds to rape me for what seems like hours. I drift off into my safe place until he finishes. “No wonder Noah is looking for you so diginately you are so good and tight,” Caleb taunted. The way he said those words made me sick to my stomach. “You're in luck too. I’m going to stay here all night with you. I told Lacy that I had a business trip to go on but that I’ll be back tomorrow,” I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore. I knew what those words meant, they meant that he was going to be raping me all night long. He got what he wanted. He had broken down my barriers. Caleb just stood above me laughing.

I was right; he raped me all night and into the morning. I had to beg for him to stop just so I could have a drink and use the restroom. Little did I know

the worst part was yet to come.

Months go by and still, nobody has found me. Little did I know that Noah had gotten suspicious of Caleb because he had been leaving work early plus taken off days at a time for supposed business trips that they don’t do. To put it bluntly, Caleb grows careless. So Noah decided to start following Caleb wherever he went. Unfortunately, Noah wasn’t that good at tailing people and Caleb knew Noah was following him so he led him to me. “Oh Hannah I thought you were dead,” Noah exclaimed as he tried to get me free. “Now Noah I’m not that mean to women,” Caleb said menacingly. “Besides, I couldn’t hurt a hair on her pretty little head, hair in other places I definitely could,”

“You asshole let Hannah go,” Noah yelled as he flung himself at Caleb and they both went down to the ground. Unfortunately, Noah didn’t have a chance when Caleb shot him in the chest as he was trying to get up off the floor. So now I have nothing or no one to live for my world is dead and gone. I am Caleb’s prisoner. His sex slave as he prefers to call me. He didn’t even bother to bury Noah’s body; he just threw him into the pond. Caleb didn’t have to say anything. I heard the loud splash of my loved one’s body hitting the water. “You know everyone thinks that Noah just moved away so they’re not searching for him since they believe you are dead,” Caleb explains. “I don’t believe you, someone has to know that you killed him,” I cry. I still have some hope of being found in the back depths of my mind.

It’s actually the only thing that is keeping me sane.

As the months dragged on any hope of being saved has all but diminished. Caleb is right everyone probably thinks I’m dead or I ran off. “Well, my dear, I’m all yours I am officially divorced from Lacy,” Caleb advised me as he sauntered in one morning. “Well aren’t I a lucky lady,” I exclaimed happily. I wasn’t lying, I actually meant what I had told him. After being with him for so long I had actually fallen in love with this psychopath. I guess the psychological term for what I have is Stockholm Syndrome; it is when hostages bond with their abusers. Why should I care anyway, everything that I have ever loved is gone. So why should I not just live the life I’ve been handed, or should I say thrown into. Caleb has been really good to me since he kidnapped me. And now since he and Lacy are divorced, I get him all to myself.

Caleb and I end up moving out of the crap hole he has had me living in and into a beautiful house not far from the town where I had once lived with Noah. He did make sure I changed my hair color and he got me some contacts, plus I had lost a lot of weight so I don’t look the same as I had when I was last seen almost six months ago. I’m even going by a different name. My name isn’t Hanna anymore. I go by Skyler now. As far as anyone in our little town knows Caleb is my husband. Granted, he doesn’t go by Caleb anymore his name he goes by now is Grant.

We go about our daily lives as if we are just a happy newly married couple. Unfortunately, what people

saw on the outside wasn’t how things were on the inside. When we were behind closed doors Caleb still treated me like I was that girl he had kidnapped years ago. He was still raping me, beating me. He had even put shackles on me again long enough where I can go from the living room, kitchen, and the bathroom. I wasn’t allowed to leave the house without him. Caleb even made sure that when I would go out I was completely covered up to where I had no skin showing. All my clothes had to be baggy. If they were tight he would say that I was trying to attract attention and he wasn’t going to have that.

It didn’t matter that I was in love with him, he still didn’t believe me or anything I said. It was as if a switch had flipped in his head when we moved into our new house. It’s as if he is super paranoid that someone would recognize who I am. Hell, when I look into a full mirror, I don’t even see the old me so I don’t understand how he could think someone else would.