Willow

Awake

Willow
Cold.. the first thing my brain registers when I wake up. And.. the smell. Why does it smell like lavender? I open my eyes, but all I see is darkness. Its pitch black. What the hell is going on? I become aware of a blindfold covering my eyes. Slowly, I reach up to remove the silken fabric from my eyes, but my arms don't move. They seem to be tied in front of me, when I attempt to free them, the rope starts cutting into my skin. "Fuck.." I whisper under my breath. Great, so I'm blindfolded and restrained. I move my legs, and a white hot pain races through my calf.

I let out a yelp of pain as I carefully set my leg back down on the bed. Suddenly, the memories come flooding back. The man, telling Amy to run, and then passing out.  He must have taken me, but now what? How the hell am I supposed to make it out of here? I shiver in the cold. Ok, breathe and keep calm. I take a few deep breathes and focus on calming my nerves.

As I struggle to find my way out, I hear steady footsteps heading my way. Not knowing what to do, I lay down and pretend to sleep. A door creaks open, but I remain still hoping that if I fool them, they will leave. A light chuckle and a click of a tongue comes from the front of the room. "I know your awake beautiful. Come on, don't be shy." says a deep voice. The same one I heard in the woods. It's him. I listen as the man takes a few steps closer to me reaching down and taking off the blindfold. The room is bright, but once my eyes adjust I make out a handsome face. Dark brown hair, a closely shaven beard, and olive skin. He is gorgeous, but dangerous and I need to get away. I don't move, instead I just stare up into his almond brown eyes.

"Why hello there little one. How are you feeling?"  Did he really just ask how I'm feeling?
"Where am I? Who are you? Why am I here?" I ask. He laughs lightly.
"One thing at a time princess, now answer my question first." I glare at him and huff.
"Fine! I feel like shit because you fucking shot me!" I yell at him. "Happy now!"
His expression darkens, "you better watch your tone little girl." He moves down to the end of the big white bed I'm tied to, towards my wound. "I think we need to change this now." Resting his hand on a bandage wrapped around my leg causing a burning sensation. I immediately wince and tears well up in my eyes, No. I will not let this man see me cry. I take a breath and calm myself before meeting his hard gaze.

"Hurt much beautiful?" He asks almost thoughtfully. I nod my head slightly, and he smiles at me.
"I have something that will help love." He says as he pulls a small syringe out of his pocket. That's when I lose it. My body begins thrashing around trying desperately to escape the cuffs. Ignoring the pain in my leg, I scoot as far away from him as I can.

"Come on now little one, it's only a pain reliever." He grabs my thigh and digs his finger into my wound to get me to stop. "Fuck!" I let out a loud cry and stop moving.
He plunges the drug into my leg and slowly injects it. It works almost immediately and I feel myself let go of a breath I didn't know I was holding. "See? There we go."

"Now then, onto the cleaning." He walks over to a large white cabinet and grabs out wipes and thick cotton bandages. As I wait for him to finish up, I take in the room around me. The walls were a nice light grey, with white carpet on the ground. I was laying on a queen bed with fluffy white covers. There was a shelf with some plants and books, and one large mirror in the front of the room. If I sit up enough I can see myself. Surprisingly, my makeup is holding up well. My black dress still intact as well.

A large hand is placed on my shoulders and pushes me down onto a thick pillow. "You need to stay still while I do this." I ignore him and watch as he ever so carefully removed my soggy bandage. It has dark red blood stains all over it. "While you were out, I took the liberty of removing the bullet and stitching you up." He says as he grabs a wipe from the package. "How long was I out?" I grumble. "Twelve hours." He replies, gently wiping the top of the wound clean.
"Ow!" I hiss. He glares at me, but then his gaze softens. "Almost done."

He finishes cleaning up all the dried blood and wraps it back up with the cotton. "There we go, much better." He tosses the garbage into a trash can in the corner. "Now, I'm sure your hungry princess. I will make us a nice dinner."
"I don't want your food." I tell him angrily. "I want to go home." He cups my cheek in his warm hand. "That's not going to happen love. Your are to stay with me, so the sooner you figure that out, the better." He says. I jerk my face away from his hand.

"Why? Why am I here!?" I ask, now almost yelling. He steps back and looks down at me like I'm a wounded animal that needs tending to. "Your here for the simplest reason." He says quietly.  

"You are here to love me."

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