Unlikely Romance

CHAPTER TWO

"Get out!!" I heard the man bellow, startling me from my sleep. I squealed as he yanked me from the tub and shoved tissue paper and my clothes into my arms. He pushed me into another door - apparently there was a connected room - and locked it behind me... after slamming it.

I quickly changed, but I realized that the clothes weren't mine. There was my bra and underwear, sure, but the other clothes seemed to be from a bigger girl. I shuddered to think that they were from a previous victim of his. Sniffing them, I decided that they were clean, so I dressed. I looked down at the white tank top and Adidas sweatpants I put on, and wondered if he'd taken a girl while she was on a jog or something. And what even became of the poor girl? I suspected that he had done unspeakable things to her and killed her, however he didn't seem like that type.

The room was very small, with barely any walking space, a dusty mattress and a dusty couch. I dusted the couch off and planted myself there, curling up and just staring at nothing. What did he want with me? Did he know my parents and they upset him? I studied the way he took me and decided that this guy was a calculative person. He knew I was alone. He knew there were no neighbours. But why would a weirdo in the woods who never showed his face plan to take me?

The door opened and I saw him adjust his hood. I realized that he wore a black mask with red eyes on it under the hoodie. I stared at him. He didn't say anything, just stared back. I blinked in confusion and fear. "Um... thank you for letting me use your bathroom. I'm sorry if I..." I trailed off as I noticed that he stalked towards me. I looked up at him.

"You wanted to leave," he said bluntly. I noticed his unusually deep, monster-like voice was natural.

I realized he had been stalking me. I had been talking about disappearing, because I was tired of being there. I needed to find myself. "I... yeah but... why do you care?"

"I need your blood."

My eyes widened. "How did you know I was going to be on my pe-"

"NO." He growled. I shut my mouth. "This." He pulled out a syringe from his pocket and stuck it into my arm. I screamed as he pulled blood from me, and I started crying. When he was done, he bandaged my arm tightly and left me crying on the couch. I was hungry, cold, bleeding and thirsty. I blacked out.

When I woke up, I was on a blanket on the mattress. There was a plate near me, with cold toast and water. At least he toasted the bread. That was marvellous. I devoured the bread and drank all the water thankfully. He was confusing, I thought, because of how harsh he would be and then be a little bit nice like this. Perhaps he's just trying to keep you a little bit okay because you are now his blood donor.

The door opened and instinctively I backed away from the plate and glass. He was watching me, I knew, but I was curious about how his face looked. I was even more curious as to why he needed my blood. Usually, kidnapped people would be torn apart for organs. I was thankful that I was getting at least a little good treatment from him.

"Um... excuse me sir, can I... uh... take this outside?" I asked him. He stepped away from the door in response. I figured that if I acted nice and calm, he would be confused and let me go or talk to me at least. So, I smiled at him. "Thank you."

He scoffed as I passed him. "I just need your blood," he grumbled.

"Sir... why do you need mine?" I asked, as I dropped my things in the sink. I washed them, and still got no answer. I turned around to find him right behind me. I gasped in surprise as he loomed over me menacingly.

"Stop asking so many questions. Maybe you'll live."

I nodded. "I understand," I said quietly, and slinked away back into my room. I let him lock me in again. I noticed that the cabin had absolutely no windows.