Aretta & Secrets

Hostage 2

That was my first mistake. Covering my face meant that I did not obey him and that also meant that I could not see what was going to happen to me. Sure enough a slap landed on my face that made the mark printed clearly on the side of my face. Leaving bright red hands. I screamed in pain while holding my cheek using my healthy hand. I looked at him in shock and then looked at him sharply.

"Don't ignore me, baby." He hissed while raising his arm a menacing mark. I curled back away from him.

The man chuckled as if it was a very fun game, "Good. Now you know, right. If you don't follow my words, you'll get a punishment like this from me."

I don't know and I don't want to know. This man is really the definition of a real madman.

With lightning speed he flicked an object from his pocket as he stepped towards me. He didn't even give me time to answer. At the time I didn't know what he was carrying, but when something felt like slicing through the skin of his arm, I realized he was carrying a knife.

I screamed in pain because of the pain. The incision also released quite a lot of blood. The god damn thing laughed with satisfaction at me who couldn't do anything. I clasped my arm as blood slowly flowed out, I even tried to hold back the flow.

I've been here for a few hours. The bastard hit me, scratched the wound with a knife, and even grabbed me with all his might. In the fear that struck me, I was no longer able to keep a clear mind.

Do I have to be here forever? Even to see the light alone was very difficult and I was afraid that there was no longer a chance for me to live as a normal human being.

After torturing me, he left. The guy said a lot of bullshit about why I was here. In his home basemant. The crazy man claims that I am his girl and that he will make me fall in love with her. Just thinking about if it really happened just seems really hard. I don't want to be stuck with a human like him, because if I really fell in love with him, all my sanity would have disappeared as well.

I'll never fall in love with her.

Before he left, the man took out a snack bar from his pocket and threw it into the bed. I turned my head, in the middle of the mattress was a big brown stain as if it had been used for something but had never been cleaned. I refused to sit on it, let alone have to lie there. I also rejected the snack bar he gave me even though I was honestly hungry. I prefer to make my stomach hungry because that way, death will come to me sooner.

I thought he was gone, but it turns out that bastard guy is still here. He stepped towards me. Without warning, he pushed my shoulder towards the bed.

"You must sleep" he commanded, "because you need much rest." I saw malicious intent from his eyes, but whatever it was, I would not allow the intention he stored to happen. The narrow-minded man who kidnapped me and wanted to rule me. If he thinks I'm going to bow, the answer is no. Not that he could get a chance to enjoy my body, because after all, God is a disgusting person.

I was determined to fight even if that hope was just a grain of dust. He might be able to steal my freedom and comfort, but he can't take me for granted.

***

Later that night, I refused to do as he ordered. I prefer to squat on the cold concrete with my eyes open, because if only I had fallen asleep and been careless something bad would have happened to me. I ignored the pain that started attacking the muscles. Several times I massaged my wrist to reduce the pain.

In the silence of that night, I fantasized a lot about how I should get out of this room. Do I have to kill God? Or about someone who suddenly came to help me. That random thought made me not sleepy at all and that whole night my brain didn't stop to think.

Then, in my shadow, she would play a book and take me out of this place while expressing her feelings for me. I stood up, if it really happened it must have been ridiculous. I wanted him, but not if I had to go my way.

I removed my head and tried to throw away the cheap fantasies that were on my mind. It will not happen and it cannot happen. Maybe my existence here will be for days, weeks, months, or even years.

A few days have passed and I seem to be getting out of here. That night I heard the sound of steps ringing yet faint. I assume it's a rare leg that. After that I could hear the sound of breathing that made my heart beat.

I was sleepy for a few reasons. Since being locked up I have kept myself from falling asleep and since then the Lord has not come to me. But my body strength is not that great. My eyes wanted to be closed, but my instinct told me to stay awake. It seems that Lord God did allow me to be vigilant first because afterwards I would think he would do nothing. At that time he will definitely launch his plan.

The sound of achievement upstairs made me alert. I moved away from the stairs while holding my breath to sharpen my hearing. The door opened and the light now filled the staircase until it hit me.

Very ironic. Seeing the sunlight just turn into good as if the light can really provide help even though it is not. The god smiled scornfully while greeting me.

"Morning dear." He greeted cheerfully as if nothing bad had happened. I remained silent myself and inched back.

" Dear morning," he hissed again, still trying to get an answer from me. I muttered something that could not even be called an answer, but he still accepted it and moved closer to me.

"Sleeping well? Good, good." He got closer until he cornered me into the wall. I looked around in fear trying to find a route to get out. And as expected. I found no way out of this basement except the only worn-out staircase that God had to enter.

I looked around the room and this time my vision was able to digest everything. The walls used in this room are large stones whose structure is uneven and also only painted white. I get goosebumps when my back hits the wall.

I'm still trying to find something that can help me, but who's trying to find some shelves that stick to walls and windows. The window!!!!

I cheered inside, meaning there's still a chance to get out of here. The window was audah coated with paper to withstand the rays that could enter this room.

My attention was again forced to look towards the man. He raised his hand to caress my ear and crept to the base of my throat. I gulped as he did that.

My mind just wants to leave. Get away from this sotuation and get back to where I came from. But where are those people. Why is no one looking for me?