He walks all the way back up to the room I woke up in. He opens the door and goes straight to the bed, setting me down lightly on the edge of it. I am a little more awake now but my body still feels weak, so I just stay still with my hands holding the sheet around me.
Atlas moves away from me and shuffles towards the dresser on the other side of the room. He opens the top drawer and grabs out what looks like black socks and a pair of grey boxers. He shuts the drawer and begins to rummage through the one below it. He seems to find what he is looking for and heads back towards me.
"Put this on." He mumbles, handing me the bundle of clothes. I take them and find a white plain shirt, black sweat pants and the socks and the boxers I saw him grab from the top drawer.
By the looks of them they are going to be huge on me. "Where did you put my clothes?"
"They were dirty and had holes all over in them." He says nonchalantly as he walks into the bathroom.
"So, what? You just threw them away? Gosh, I thought it was bad that you took off my clothes, but you got rid of them too? " I throw my hands up in my rage, having the sudden urge to strangle the man in front of me. I can barely even process how this idiot could just take off my clothes then throw them away. All while I was unconscious! Who does that? He didn't take off some of my clothes, he took them all off. He striped me while I was vulnerable; helpless. That's pretty much rape... it's scary to think that in the time that I was passed out he could have easily taken advantage of me. "Did you touch me? Because if you did then I will personally rip yo-"
"Whoa, hey." He says as he exits the bathroom with a white fluffy towel hanging from his arm. "I would never touch you like that... unless you wanted me to."
"And why exactly would I ever want you to touch me?" I spit out.
Within a few long strides he's right in front of me, leaning over my body. His hands are on both sides of me and his face is less than an inch away from mine. "I'd be careful sweetheart." He says huskily. "You're asking a lot of questions. Don't you know? Curiosity always kills the cat."
"Well maybe if you answered a few of them then I wo-" All the sudden my lips no longer moved at my command; I am literally frozen. It is almost identical to when I go through sleep paralysis at night but this time the feeling is different. It is warm and nice, but equally as terrifying.
He brings his hand up to my cheek and cradles it gently. "See that wasn't so hard now was it?" He spoke quietly to me. I saw his eyes shift to my lips. "I could show you what you're missing out on." Before I can even process it, his lips are connected with mine. I couldn't move or even push him off of me. It was terrible. I tried moving my arms but they wouldn't budge. I could feel a lump building in my chest from a held back scream and then suddenly it all just burst out. A scream cracked through my throat and I felt my arms rising to push him off of me. He stumbled back surprised by my push. His face held so much confusion, it was the first time I had ever seen his face hold that much strong emotion.
"How did you do that?" He asked. I just stared at him not really understanding the question. Well I held my silence a slow smirk appeared on his face and he straightened his body up. "You got out of my trance." His said with a sort of pride taking over his voice.
Trance? Why can't he ever say anything that makes sense? He tried to take a step toward me but before he got closer, I darted into the bathroom and slammed the door shut, locking it as well. I had the clothes in my arms and I was now leaning up against the door. I held the clothes with my left hand and brought my right up to touch my lips. How dare he kiss me like that. Whoever this guy is, he just asked for a whole lot of hell. I dropped the sheet from around me and quickly put on the clothes. The sweets were very large and I had to tie them up, the white shirt was long but it wasn't too bad. The only problem is that I don't have a bra. I really hope this shirt doesn't look to see through. I looked in the mirror and combed my fingers through my brown hair, it was a bit knotty. I hate when my hair has knots. My hair is now completely straight, the curls having left a while ago.
I looked at the door and breathed in slowly, knowing that I would have to go out sometime. I relieve myself then wash my hands, taking my time while doing both tasks. I can't stay in here forever. After I dry my hands I slowly faced toward the door and undo the lock. Twisting the knob, the door squeaks open.
I walk back into the room to find that it's now empty. I'm guessing he had left a long while ago, probably thought that I wouldn't be coming out after the stunt he pulled. I'm not a coward, and if he wasn't either then he would have stayed in the room and waited. I guess that's part of the reason why I stayed in the bathroom so long. I wanted to make him wait. It doesn't seem like I have a lot of control here, so I guess I'll take what I can get.
I went to the door that went into the hall way only to find that it is locked. Damn thing. I brought my right foot back and kick it as hard as I can.
"You can't keep me here forever!" I yell out through the door, hoping with everything in me that he heard.
I huff out a large breath and turn around to scope out the room. My eyes instantly travel to the bed where I see something lying on top of it. I crossed my arms over my chest and walked toward the bed.
It was a silver platter holding a delicious plate of food. On the plate was strawberry French toast, syrup, bacon and a glass of orange juice. Quite a yummy meal... and my favorite breakfast food. This just keeps getting creepier and creepier. First, he knows my name and now he knows my favorite food to eat in the morning. I would question him when he gets back but I have a feeling he's not going to answer any of my questions.
Next to the plate of food is a piece of paper folded in a triangle so that I can read it. On it, in beautiful cursive writing, it says 'eat me'. Hilarious, really. I pick up the paper and turn it around looking on the other side in case there's something else. Surprisingly there is. In the same beautiful cursive as the front it says 'don't fight me on this Avianna, eat or else.' Pfft. I throw the card down onto the bed and fold my arms again over my chest.
"Don't fight me on this Avianna, eat or else." I say in a mocking tone. "Eat or else my ass. What is he going to do? He's already kidnapped me and kissed me without my consent and stripped me while I was unconscious!" I yell out toward the door again, making sure that he for sure hears me.
I'm going to be stubborn. I don't care if I've suddenly noticed that I'm absolutely starving, or that my stomach is growling up a storm. I'm not going to let him get to me, he could have poisoned it for all I know. He could have even put some kind of sleeping remedy in it...ugh... I can feel my mouth watering. It does look really really good. I bite my lip to hold back the drool.
Screw it.
I pick one of the strawberries up that sits on the French toast and hesitantly put it in my mouth. I pretty much moan at the taste, this is the best strawberry I've ever had in my life. I sit myself down on the bed and pick up the fork and knife that sits on the side of the plate. I cut into the French toast then pour some syrup onto the piece. Maybe just one piece will be ok, right? I pop this one into my mouth right away and savor the taste in my mouth. If this stuff is poison, then it's the best damn poison ever.
I dig into the whole meal, I don't even really care at this point. I'm tired, scared and hungry. If I can put one of those to rest then I sure as hell will. Then before I know it, I was putting the last piece of food in my mouth and washing it down with a swig of orange juice. That was scrumptious.
My body didn't feel at all weak anymore, I was full of energy now. So, I guess I got rid of being tired and hungry all in one. Two birds with one stone, if only it could have gotten the fear aspect. Now that the foods all gone another feeling has entered my stomach that's not hunger. I feel dread.
What happens when he comes back in? Will he try to kiss me again? Will he do something worse? I wonder, if I ask, if he would take me home? How much longer will he keep me here?
"Not long sweetheart." His voice suddenly jolts out into the room. I jump and swivel my head in his direction. I hadn't realized I asked that last question out loud? "At least, not in this room anyway. With me, though? Well I already told you. The answer is indefinitely."
I stood up from the bed quickly, planting my feet on the ground. My body feels rigid, I need to be ready if he decides to try anything again. But what if he does that thing like last time? Where he froze me.
"You can't keep me here." I say firmly.
"Oh? And why not, my little spitfire?" He says with a taunting grin in his face. Oh, how I want to slap it off.
I narrow my eyes and glare at him while I say. "Because it's kidnapping. It's illegal and my parents will come loo-"
"No, they won't." He says with a chuckle.
"Of course they will, they're my parents." I say defensively.
"They won't be looking for you..." he says as he starts walking towards me. With each step he takes I step back, but eventually I hit the wall behind me. "They're the ones who gave you to me."
My eyes widen and suddenly I remember my mom on the mountain. The memory is blurry but I remember her being in front of me. "I'm so sorry my baby. It was the only way to stop the clock. Please promise you'll forgive us." She had said to me, but I couldn't focus at the time. It didn't make any since. "Don't worry honey, you'll be okay. He promised not to hurt you. You'll be safe." Her words trampled into my head, banging around in all directions. I can't believe my own parents would do this to me.
"No" I whisper. It's almost silent but he still manages to hear it. He's only about an inch away from face. He can probably hear my heart beating out of my chest too.
"Oh, but it's true." He says. "Your all mine." His face leans in closer and his lips touch my ear. "Forever." He leans back and stares deep into my eyes. Waiting for a reaction from me, but all I can do is stare. I've just been told something life changing. I should be freaking out, screaming, crying, kicking, anything, but all I can do is simply stare at the man in front of me.
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