Hidden Love (Open ~ Mature)

“I hear him. He’s in my head.”

Tousled brown hair dropped over her pale white face, faded green eyes opened wide, staring at the woman in the white coat sitting in front of her. The girl’s legs were tucked up towards her chest, arms holding them close to her body. There were no more tears, only the pain. The throbbing in her head, her cold skin, and her heart felt like it was mangled, confused in which direction to follow. Green orbs followed the woman in the white coat’s every movement, watching, waiting. Her parents had no choice but to send her here, it was the best thing for her right now. Though she pleaded not to be taken out of her house, after a few days of her returning home from the hospital and staying in her room as well as not eating, they thought that it would be the best thing.

“He’s not in your head. He’s gone, he can’t find you here. Please try to calm down Amy.”

She was found 4 days ago, curled up in an alleyway, drugged and dirty, sweating from a high fever and murmuring his name. His name stayed in her head, in her thoughts, in her heart. Amy Reid, Age 17, had been kidnapped on July 7th and was missing for a total of 14 days before she was found in that alleyway. The police had almost given up hope after a week but then new evidence pointed towards a likely suspect and a location. Though, before they could pursue, they were mailed an anonymous letter indicating a location that the girl would be. Sure enough, when they went to go see, she was there, huddled up.

“I see him. I… I loved him.”

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Dull green eyes snapped open and a young woman sat straight up in bed, looking around the room that she was sleeping in. Simple and quite small, walls painted a dark purple, a small window on the far wall covered with curtains. Sighing, Amy laid back down on her bed and put the back of her hand on her moist forehead. “It will never go away.” She murmured to herself before pushing the covers off of herself and standing up.

Amy Reid (Though now known to everyone but her family as Sierra Myers because of a precautionary name change) was now a 22 year old woman, living on her own and working for a small publishing company, for the moment. It was hard for her to keep a job, with her paranoia. Her family had moved and she changed her name for precautionary purposes after she left the mental institution. It had been 5 years since the incident but Amy could remember it like it was yesterday. It never left her, those 14 days and even the months after while she was in the mental institution still stayed in her mind. It had taken a year and a few months to finally get her to go out in public again and another year after that to get her to go out in public alone. With the help of her teachers and the principle of her high school, she was able to graduate but she never went to college. Even though her parents begged her to try, she just couldn’t. So she was now an assistant for the publishing company. She got them coffee and photocopied papers. Easy enough job to do and keep, she figured.

Walking to the bathroom, Amy ran her hang through her long dark chocolate brown tresses and looked at herself in the mirror. Though as soon as she opened her eyes to look at herself, she saw the 17 year old girl that she was and someone… Behind… Quickly, Tessa turned around, her heart beating rapidly. No one there. Placing her hand on her heart, she slowly slid herself into a sitting position on the floor. It was always a struggle in the morning when she was alone. She would get these visions often. Visions of herself when she was younger, visions of… Him. At the time, she wasn’t able to describe everything to the police but it was still real.

Amy loved him. Or at least, was led to believe that she loved him. Her captor, the man who ruined her life. She had been abducted on the way to the mall to meet up with some friends. At the time, she had complained to her parents that she was always feeling as if someone was watching her or following her. Her parents kept telling her that she was imagining it, or that the whole world didn’t revolve around her and everyone wasn’t watching her every move. Some people had called her a princess but she mostly put up that act for fun. But this time it wasn’t an act, and she truly felt scared that someone was stalking her. Her parents didn’t listen, her friends made fun of her. That is, until she was abducted and kept for 14 days. After that happened, then they believed her.

The police believed that it was someone that she had been nice to at her job. She was a waitress at a small café at the time and had encountered many people. The theory was that she had been nice to a very disturbed man and he had “fallen in love with her” and had to make her his forever. Though, they weren’t sure if this was the actual fact. The man was never caught, and even until this day, there was no trace of him. Amy had given them all of the information that she was able to, by the time she was coherent enough of the world to talk to the police.

Well, maybe not all of the information. And she might have lied about the things that she had told him. The only things that were true were that he was male, and had dark hair. Everything else was a lie. Amy wanted to tell them the truth but she just… Couldn’t. She was emotionally attached to this man and did not want to see him go to jail because of her. He had fled, told her that he was leaving the country before he knocked her out and apparently put her in that alley. She hadn’t seen a trace of him after that so all was fine.

The therapists explained what she was feeling, that she didn’t actually love him, that she was manipulated with the help of drugs. They drilled into her head that he was a dangerous, sick and deranged man who would have killed her if she had not eventually given in to his manipulation. She had struggled against him at first, which had gained her threats of killing her and a few slaps and bruises. The therapists had said that’s what made her mind “break” and convince itself that she loved him, to save herself.

Standing up from the floor, Amy quickly exited the bathroom to get ready for work. She was going to be late, and she had been late because of this type of thing before. Her boss was lenient with her because of what had happened, but not that lenient. If she was late again, she knew she was going to be fired and she needed this job for her rent and her food. So, without eating breakfast, Amy got changed and headed out the door for work.

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Amy’s boss had kept her late at work again because him and the rest of the employee’s had a late meeting to discuss next month’s publications. Usually she asked him to not let her stay overtime because by the time she got out, it was dark. Though, the other attendant was off sick today and Amy had thought that this would be a good time to get redeemed for being late all of those times. So she sucked it up and stayed, actually getting quite proud of herself for doing so. She felt like this was progress for her condition, and she always got kind of excited, happy, and proud of herself when she did things like that.

Though, when she got out of work it was well past eleven, and midnight was approaching quickly. By the time she had cleaned up everything from the meeting, everyone except for her boss had left. He offered to walk her to her car but she smiled kindly, not wanting to seem too weak, said that it was only in the parking garage across the street and that she would be fine. Nothing had happened to her for 5 years already. She should be fine. He told her to be careful and then she was on her way.

Exiting the building, she looked both ways down the deserted, street lamp lit, street. No one there. Sighing in relief, Tessa clutched onto her purse and looked to the parking garage across the street. “Come on Amy, you’re fine. Nothing’s going to happen.” She encouraged herself before walking across the street and into the 3 floor cement garage.

It was decently well lit in here and there were security guards that Amy had smiled and waved to on her way in. She had made friends with them, also for precautionary measures. She had everything planned out to ensure that she, herself, would feel safe no matter the situation. After looking around a little, she smiled confidently and started walking in the direction of her car. Even though she knew that there was security here, and the garage had lights, it still seemed a little spooky at this time of night. “Just like a horror movie. It would be a good place for a set.” She told herself with a small nod.

When she reached the aisle of where her car was however, she saw a slight shadow near her car. Squinting to see if it was a person, Tessa stopped walking. Was her car being broken into? God, that would be all that she needed right now. Though from this distance, it almost looked like the shadow cast off of the parking garage beside this one. “Come on, you’re too paranoid.” She laughed at herself. So, she continued towards her car. Though when she was about a meter from her car, she noticed a shadow beside the pillar near her car.

Her heart wrenched in fear and she dropped her purse, frozen in fear. Dark hair, male, tall. The scent of his cologne reached her nose, even from this distance. Her ice blue eyes widened and her whole body started shaking, even though she couldn’t really make out who it was. She knew who it was. “Y…. You.” She stuttered, her one foot slowly moving back, getting ready to make a run for it. Before he could give an answer though, Amy pivoted on her one foot and started running. Running in heels was never a good idea though. Before she could get very far, Amy’s heel got caught on a pothole and she went flying to the ground, her face scraping against the pavement. She felt tears welling up in her eyes as she heard footsteps coming towards her quickly.


((Well, basically need a rapper dude... He can look like anything and you have the history set up... Take it any way you want it...))

Kyle sat against the cold concrete, his ass going numb from sitting on the hard surface for so long. He had to wait though, he had finally found her again.

'You shouldn't have set her free if you just wanted her to stay with you.' The familiar voice whispered in his head. He opened his eyes and glared at the slightly older male, that held the same dark black hair and almost white golden hues as he.

"What do you know, Charles? Your a figment of my disease." Kyle peeked out from behind the car and sighed when no one appeared in sight. How long until she got off of work.

'She gets off at midnight. You know she still thinks about you, dreams about you even. It's so sexy. Oh, what are we going to do this time?' Charles slid forward to crouch beside Kyle, his eyes eager with endless possibilities. Kyle glared, before shrugging. His own body started getting aroused as he imagined his sweet Amy and what he could, no would do to her.

His fantasy was interrupted by the clack of heels against concrete. Encouraged, Kyle peeked out and felt the air leave his lungs. Five years had done nothing to take away the beauty of his love. He realized he had been spotted when she slowed. He stood, Charles beside him, even though Amy wouldn't be able to see him and began walking towards her. He heard her faint 'you' and smiled. She did remember, that was good.

'Now, Kyle, why would I lie to you?' Charles was now walking backwards, the sound of running heels doing nothing to make either of them increase their pace.

Kyle crouched down beside her, pulling her hands above her head and straddling her so she couldn't escape. He leaned down close and smiled, her scent intoxicating him. He felt himself grow hard and smiled down at her.

'Kyle, not here, take her back to the apartment. Charles leaned so he could be seen in Kyle's side view.

Kyle paused and tilted his head towards Charles before nodding. He leaned down so his lips barely brushed against his love's ear.

"It's been a long time, Amy love. Are you ready to go back?" Kyle smirked pulling back, taking the rope that was in his pocket and tying Amy's hands and feet tightly together. He looked down at her and brushed his thumb against her cheeks before leaning down to kiss her roughly. He licked her bottom lip, biting down on it hard, but not hard enough to draw blood. He pulled the wounded lip into his mouth sucking, licking it as he pulled away. "It's time for you to come home."

Kyle forced a rubber ball into Amy's mouth and tied it in place with a leather strap. Smiling, he stroked her hair before hulling her up and putting her into the car. He hotwired the car, not bothering with the keys. He didn't want to be found in case there was a tracking chip in it. He looked in the back seat, and hissed at the urge to just fuck her then and there.

'No, Kyle, wait until you have a comfortable place for you.' Charles appeared in the passenger seat, a hand placed on Kyle's arm.

Kyle looked down at his arm and then back up at Charles, growling at his imagination.

"I can do what I want when I want and if I want to fuck her here and now than I fucking will." Kyle realized he looked insane talking to thin air, but he had gone insane years ago when he had first seen Amy.

'But you run the risk of getting caught by the cops the longer you just sit here. The security guards are already suspicious.' Kyle froze at the news before shifting the car into gear and driving out of the parking lot. He drove for hours before pulling off to the side of a dirt road and parking the car. He hopped out of the car and opened the back seat, grabbing Amy by the ankle, pulling her roughly forward. His hand fondled her breast as he kissed her neck, his body becoming harder than it already was.

Kyle reached into his pocket and pulled out a dull box cutter, but she didn't have to know it was dull until later. Slowly, he drew the still sheathed blade against Amy's collar bone, slowly sliding the blade up until the blade touched the skin lightly.

"I've been waiting for you, Amy love. I haven't had anyone else, wanting to be pure for your return. Have you been faithful to me as well? Have you darling?" Kyle dug the blade a little deeper until it left red marks against the skin.


(((OOC: Uhm, sorry for not really giving Amy a chance to fight, but I figured he was a man and her a little woman well idk XD. I hope you like it ))))

As she heard his footsteps quicken, her heart stopped beating in her chest. When he was on top of her, the tears started rolling from the sides of her eyes. Before she could make any noise or reply, she had a rubber ball stuffed into her mouth. She bit down hard onto it as he started tying her up. She remembered the rope. She remembered his voice. She remembered his scent. All this came rushing back to her. She closed her eyes and envisioned the night she was abducted all those 5 years ago. She closed her eyes as flashes of his member entering and exiting her body. She squirmed but it did nothing.

As she was carried to the car and tossed in the back, the tears really streamed from her once green eyes. They always seemed to change with her mood and feelings. They were a dull grey color, much like a metal bar. She laid in the backseat, just wishing the car would stop. That he would change his mind maybe. She decided it would be best to just fall asleep. Maybe it was all just a bad dream. 'Yes, a bad dream Amy," she thought to herself. She closed her eyes and soon slipped into a deep sleep.

The car finally came to a stop, but she hadn't known. She wasn't truly awake until she felt her ankle pulled towards him. She tightened her eyes as he fondled her and kissed her. She had no idea what he was going to do. He had already done so many things. as she felt the cold metal on her neck, she opened her eyes and looked straight into his. Her eyes started to water again. As he spoke to her, it was as if his voice was soothing. The missing part to her life. She heard his voice many times when he was nowhere to be seen. 'I love Kyle,' she thought to herself. As he questioned her, she nodded her head slowly. Her eyes stared deeply into his, begging him to release her.

She tried to speak but the gag would not allow that. She struggled to free her hands, but it was no use. He seemed to have gotten better at tying knots. She just stared at him as she continued to see flash backs of the past. She remembered all the sexual encounters they shared. At first she resisted and then she finally gave in and did as he pleased. She told herself never again, but here he was. She was safe before. He was nowhere near her. She changed her name, her life, her friends, and everything that could be changed. How did he find her?