Love On Fire

Dreams

I slowly swipe my bare feet out of bed, letting them rest onto the cold floor as I sit up in bed. My long red hair flows down, cascading around my shoulders and resting against my back.

I sit there for a moment listening for any movement. When I hear none I slowly get up, putting weight onto the wood floor, knowing exactly which step to take to not make a sound.

I gently grab onto the gold plated doorknob and turn it clockwise, slowly pushing the door outwards, peeking out to the dimly lit hallway.

(Play Song)

With no one in sight I exit my room, following down the narrow hallway towards the music.

Soft vintage music plays as I zigzag through the hallway, trying not to step on a creaky board. Once I make it to the end of my trek I look through the glass door to see my husband walking up and down the isles of the library, seeking a good book to read.

I sink down to the floor as I watch him pick out a brown leather book and sit down on the large custom armchair.

The tune continues to play as he taps his foot and sticks a hand through his graying hair, making sure no strands get loose as he looks down to his book, sipping on a glass of alcohol.

I stare at his moments, moments belonging to a normal man without an evil bone in his body.

Yet he is no normal man, he is the devil walking.

He sets down his drink and continues to read, peacefully.

I lay my head against the wall as I listen to the song, the small claps and vocalizing of the women giving me joy.

A soft smile plays on my lips and I sway my knees to the music, feeling happy and free from this locked away home I'm forced to stay in.

I hum lowly forgetting where I am, instead envisioning if the America's look as how they do on the television.

The song echos in and out making me feel pure serotonin as I tap my feet on the cool floor. As I open my eyes to see a pair of hazel ones staring back at mine.

My heart drops as I feel fear kick in. I start to scramble to my feet however not getting far as Maxim grabs a hold of my long red hair, tugging me back, forcing my head to bend backwards in an uncomfortable position.

He grabs ahold of my thrashing arms and kicks that back of my shaking legs, forcing me to fall onto the floor as tears strike my eyes.

"What did I tell you?! You don't leave the room unless I let you!" He yells into my ears. I sob and apologize vigorously.

"I'm sorry Maxim! I'm sorry!" I plead as I feel his weight over my body.

He laughs cynically before getting off of me and pulling me back onto my trembling legs.

"Show me how sorry." He demands before grabbing a handful of my hair and forcing me to kiss him passionately. My face scrunches against his making him angrily end the kiss and slap me across the face, causing my lip to bleed slightly from him pulling away so fast.

I let out a yelp as he slaps me for not giving into his wishes. I hear the song fade out behind us, my serotonin gone, instead exchanged with terror.

"Let's go see how sorry you really are to your husband." He emphasizes his title of husband before tugging me in a fast pace to his bedroom, throwing me onto the bed.