Enough.
Chapter 4
I was sitting on the floor of the room, biting down on my knuckles to keep from screaming. It had been at least three hours, maybe more. Was he still standing by the door, listening to my whimpers, enjoying my pain?
Suddenly, the door shot open and an arm stuck in the room, holding a bowl. I spider-ed over to a corner in the room. The bowl was thrown down the stairs, clattering at the bottom. Something spilled out of it. The door slammed shut.
I crept over to the bowl. It had a small image of a bone on it, and a smiley face sticker. Dog food spilled out over the edge of it. Something clicked in my head. I got it then, that I was his dog. I screamed in frustration, kicking the bowl as hard as I could. No matter how hungry I got, I would not eat dog food. I would not give him the satisfaction of being a dog. The door of the room burst open again, and I quickly crawled to the corner of the room again. 
"Hello." His voice, deep and sullen, rang out. I stayed in the corner. I had to do something.
"D-don't touch me," I stuttered. "Stay away." He laughed, walking towards the corner. I shrank back, causing him to laugh again.
"No where to run, sweetheart." I couldn't help it. I screamed and tried to run away, but he grabbed my shoulder, holding on tight.
"I don't think," he said, running his lips over my ear, "you ever told me what your name is."
I shuddred and didn't reply, until he bit my ear. I cringed and managed to get out, "Piper." He smiled. 
"Nice name." He stood up. "I notice you didn't eat your dog food."
"I'm not going to be your-"
"Bark." He stared at the ground.
"NO." I said, staring right at me. He looked up.
"Excuse me?"
"I'm not going to bark." My heart was racing.
"I said BARK!" he smacked me, ripped me out from the corner, and shoved me on the ground. I barked. I had to. After that, he tied my hands up, threw me over his shoulders, and brought me into another blood stained room. He threw me down the staircase and left.
I layed on the ground for a few minutes, trying to find a good reason of why this happened to me. I had done nothing to deserve this. And then one important detail popped into my head.
It was a warm spring night a couple of weeks ago, and I was sitting on the couch with my mom watching the news.
"Several missing people have been accounted for in the last month. One dead body of a young girl was found deep in a hole, covered in vomit. No one knows who the killer could be." That was all of the news report I could remember. So this was the guy. The murderer I thought nothing of that spring night. Would I end up like the girls on television, tied up like a hog in some hole somewhere? Covered in blood and throw up?
 

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Eww this is so gross and violent. Where did I even come up with this idea? oh well. If you haven't read chapters 1, 2 3, and the prolouge yet, please go onto my profile and check them out. And tell me what you think, feedback means a lot! Should I keep writing? Anyway, comment if you fancy reading chapter 5, when that is posted, or fancy keeping up with this whole story!
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