You didn't know how long you'd been running. It seemed like weeks, yet it was probably only hours. Because he was always there, closer by the hour. And no matter where you went to, you somehow always managed to see the light from that dreaded cabin in the mountains.

He had built it. He built it just for you and him, to live forever in a calm sanctuary. It was small, only tall enough for him to stand up straight. There were three rooms, and the bathroom was outside. Of course, he only built that outhouse for after you arrived.

You never met him before. You only knew, that on that night-August 12, 2011-you were kidnapped. It had been your first day of school, you were so excited to live out the rest of your eighth grade year with your friends! Then, he snatched it from under you. Like a predator, being robbed of its prey.

However, in this case, you-who was stumbling through the tightly packed forest-were no predator. You were just the prey.

But who is this kidnapper of yours? What is his name?

You were always positive that he was lying....but he called himself Allen F. Jones.

Your knees hit the ground. You coughed and tried to breathe. Your lungs felt like they were going to burst.

"Ready to go home?" asked Allen, who stood behind you. He put his warm hand on your cool back.

You shivered at his touch, but nodded and said slowly, "Yeah... I am...."

Allen scooped you up and sighed, "You're too careless....Idiot...."

He sniffed your hair, "I love you...."

You didn't reply. You just closed your eyes and nuzzled into your own, freezing body.

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"What do you want?"

"....I want to go home."

He banged his fist on the table, "You're not going home! This is your home!"

You didn't flinch. You simply stared at the carpet on the floor. He grabbed your arm, his red eyes glowing with rage. He scowled at you.

"Don't you love me?"

"No..... I have never loved you. I don't know why you thought that I ever-"

He punched you. You grabbed your cheek and glared at him, "Let me go."

"Why?! So you can sleep around with other men you fucking whore!"

"I should have graduated from my junior year by now! I should have had my sixteenth birthday! I should have gotten my first boyfriend by know! You stole that from me!"

"Why would you want a boyfriend....when you already have a lover?"

You recoiled in disgust. You stood up and tried to flee from him. He pushed your face into the wall, "Where do you think you're going?"

"Home!" you cried. You wormed away from him and threw open the door. He didn't go after you though. He knew that he'd just find you again. You did this at least once a month-flee, that is.

No, he was just going to wait for you.... Like a predator waiting for his prey.