L'Amour Fou (bxb)

Chapter 6

I woke up all of a sudden, inhaling deeply with my eyes wide open. My head began throbbing from the effects of the drug. It felt like a migraine, with endless pain all around my brain. I realized I was in my bedroom, but when I tried to get up, I noticed my right leg was handcuffed to the bed. Looking over at the alarm, I saw it was 4:50. I felt as if I slept longer, but still didn't get the sufficient rest from sleeping.

Struggling to ignore the excruciating pain, I tried to fall asleep so I would feel rested. I looked at my desk to see whether there was any paracetamol or any other painkillers on the table side. But the only thing I saw was a glass of water. Involuntarily, I drank all of it, with nothing left, hoping it would subside my pain. It did nothing. I called out his name feebly, trying to say it as loud as I could.

Fortunately, he walked in and stood right by the bedside.
"Yes?"
"My head. It. Hurts." I could barely even speak. "Do you. Have any. Painkillers?"
"Ok. I'll be right back." He exclaimed reassuringly whilst exiting the room.

He returned with something in his hands. I couldn't quite make it out considering the only thing that was in my mind was the pain. He presented me his hands and slipped some pills onto my hand.

"There's. I. I don't have. Water."
"You don't need water for this. Just swallow it."
I inserted the pills onto my tongue and gently swallowed it. Closing my eyes, I was ready to fall asleep. He unlocked the cuffs attached to my leg, giving me a sinister smirk. I didn't have the energy to question his actions, his intentions, his motives. I heard footsteps heading towards the door as the door slammed shut.

Gradually, I felt the pain begin to subside. Surprisingly, whatever he gave me was working. I tried to fall asleep, but my body felt agitated. Restless. It was around 5am; sleep was a necessity for my recovery. As time progressed, my vision began to get more blurred and distorted. My head was spinning but it wasn't giving me a headache, no, something else.

I closed my eyes tightly, hoping everything would vanish. When I opened them again, vibrant colors began to explode everywhere. There were beautiful geometric shapes surrounding me, some taking the forms of triangles, curves and circles. It was spectacular. All of the normal colors disappeared, and were replaced with neon blue, bright pink, vibrant green and purple. Bewitching lotus flowers blossomed, displaying a delicate jewel hidden inside the center.

My lips began to desperately crave for water, this became a distraction to my captivating trance. I decided to go to the kitchen myself; the pain disappeared anyway. I stared at my hands whilst I walked, noticed it distorted into various shapes and forms. I clenched on the banister, attempting to make my way downstairs. Each step I took unleashed an illuminous light from my foot, guiding me to my destined path. It felt like something out of a fairytale.

Finally reaching the floor, the entire room transformed to an enchanted forest. There were luminous mushrooms scattered aimlessly on the grass, twisting and turning around each other in a graceful dance. Branches began to extend from the trees, releasing a series of petals from its individual twigs. Birds fluttered their wings as they prepared for a flight across the trees, twittering a sweet melody in contentment. The ceiling above me was substituted with a collection of glittering stars and a radiant moon which was gleaming intensely behind the leaves.

I felt a rush of air behind me which gave me goosebumps around my body.
"What brings you here?" A deep voice exclaimed, the sounds dissolving into the atmosphere.
Turning my body around, I observed carefully at the figure which was now in front of me. It was him. But he wasn't in his ordinary suit. No. He wore a crimson-red tailcoat with a delicate black outline, with a golden waistcoat beneath it. He had a black bow tie on his shirt and a top hat on his head. On his left hand, he carried a long whip. He's left-handed? I never noticed.
"Why are you in a ringmaster costume?" I questioned, as he approached me.
"Because there's a circus show. Didn't you know?"
"Oh yeah, then where's your tent then?"
"Who said you need a tent for a circus performance?"
I looked at him confused. Maybe it was the drugs that made me delusional.
"I want some water. I'm thirsty." I thought maybe changing the topic would help with my confusion.

He headed somewhere, as I was more intrigued with the illusions that encircled me.
"Drink it slowly." He commanded.
I gave him back the almost empty glass, with the remaining water looking like a magical potion.
"So how's the ecstasy doing?"
"It feels like I'm in another dimension. Like a magical forest world. Something out of Alice in Wonderland." I responded carefully, trying to not make my speech too fast or slurred. I was packed with excitement, feeling restless and eager for something fun.

"Oh yeah? I hope you like circus shows as well." I still didn't comprehend what he was on about.
"What do you mean? I don't get what you mean by this circus show."
"Listen. I'm the ringleader and you're, you're the performer. Ok?"
"But. What do I do?"
"Obey me. Everything I say you have to do. Ok? You didn't understand last time and broke my simple rules, so this time," he gave me a cunning grin, "this time you will understand them. Got it?"
I was certain that his eyes were flaming with rage, and not a hallucination made by my brain. An insecurity that may have been caused by the past. I could sense that he was troubled, he might not like being ignored. Unheard. Abandoned.

He cracked his whip against the firm wall, awaking me from my deep thoughts.
"Uh- yeah. I'll follow what you say."
"Good. That's what I want to hear. I want you to obey me like this, understood?"
I nodded at him, looking deep into his eyes.
"If you choose to disobey," he slapped the whip violently against the wall, leaving a slight mark, "this is going to happen, got it?"
I gulped nervously, feeling my throat tighten by the second. I knew he was gonna kill me, one day he might whip me repeatedly that I won't stand again, laying on the floor forever.

"If you're planning to kill me, then make it quick ok. Just kill me on the spot. I can't bear this captivity, this lack of freedom any longer."
He placed his warm hands on my cheeks, positioning my face towards his as we locked eyes.
"I keep my promises. I said I won't kill you, and I mean that. I will never kill you, or let anyone else do that. If you listen to what I say, then everything won't feel suffocating for you. I can't afford to lose you."

His eyes glittered, telling me something I just couldn't quite understand. I don't know why, but I felt a sense of reassurance when he said that. I know I shouldn't trust a dangerous person like him, but this felt genuine. Maybe his intention isn't to kill me. Maybe he wants me to live. Maybe he wants to see me alive, not dead.

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A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long to publish. I was really busy and I couldn't get much inspiration for writing. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, and the next one will be publish some time this week. If you're confused about anything, feel free to message me anytime :)