His Mercy

5. Dinner

It didn't hit me until now, my body has been in some kind of shock all day. He brought lunch but then left me alone. I tried to hold in my pee but it was inevitable..

Thankfully this time I had toilet paper. The need to wash my hands right after came over me. Maybe I could ask him for a hand sanitiser?

I rubbed my hand on my shirt and walked around this small room. The door was locked so I didn't even try to open it.

Its crazy how much you can do in just a few hours. I had walked in circles, calculated the steps from the mattress to the door. They were 8 by the way. I fixed my blanket and pillow, opened the book but then threw it at the wall. Then stood up because he'll probably get mad if he sees it in the corner.

What felt like endless hours later, the lock clicked and the door to this horrible room opened again. He still had on his dark clothes and mask. I sat up straighter as he grabbed the stool and sat down against me. In his hands was a tray with food. My mouth watered but I didn't dare show him that.

"How are you?" he asked and placed the tray on the mattress near my feet. On it was a dish with salmon and vegetables. A can of soda and small bag of chips. At least he wants to keep me alive..

"Please eat, you must be hungry" his deep voice muttered. He sounded genuine for once so I slowly grabbed the fork and took a bite. He just sat there and watched me.

I finally had enough and dropped the fork "what do you want from me?" I asked and looked at him harshly. This man really hasn't told me anything.

He sighed under his mask and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees "eat your dinner"

"No, I want you to tell me why I am here" I pushed the tray away from me and crossed my arms. My eyes went to the door and how madly I wanted to run out of it. Wait...he didn't lock it. Its still a chance..

He went to grab the tray and I stopped him "no wait...I-I'm sorry.." I said touching his arm. His eyes went to my hand and up to my face. Then he nodded and put the tray down on the mattress again.

I took the chance, grabbed the fork and stabbed his hand, he screamed and I bolted to the door. It was unlocked and I ran down the hall. I didn't know where I was, or how big this house was. I found a stairwell and ran down. But something pulled my hair and I lost my balance.

The world kept spinning as I landed on the bottom of the stairs, I heard footsteps and began crawling. I noticed a window with a plant on the sill. I just need to scream, someone will hear me. I felt his hands turn me around on my back, I opened my mouth but before I could let out a sound his hand came clasping down on my lips.

"If I so much as hear a peak from you, I'll kill you" his dark voice whispered. I could smell the blood on his hand, the wound I had caused didn't seem to affect him anymore.

"You really messed up this time Lily"

My panic kicked in when I realised what that meant, punishment..

I tried to struggle but my whole body ached from the fall, I was getting dizzy and tried to take his hand off my mouth. I needed air, I was gonna pass out. I tried begging but not a word came out. His eyes looked at me sternly, he was pissed. I know I was in big trouble.

Tears brimmed my eyes and I closed them, there is nothing I can do except endure his hits. In a quick movement, he hauled me up on my feet, but my balance was lost. His hand finally let go of my mouth and I took in a deep breath.

"Walk" he ordered.

I took a step with his hand firmly on the back of my neck. But the excruciating pain in my right leg made me stop and almost fall down again. His hand went around my mouth again before I could cry out. I cried, thats all I could do. The pain was too much, I must've twisted an ankle.

We stood there for a few seconds, all you could hear was my muffled cries while he stood there thinking. Then something odd happened...his hands went under my legs and back and he carried me bridal style up the stairs. I was too shocked to fight back..

It wasn't until he put me back down on the mattress that I realised what was going to happen. I tried crawling in the corner but he grabbed my hair and slapped me. I cried out again, not sure what to do when his fist then came into view.

...

I tasted blood. Dried blood on my lips. The headache was unbearable and I let out a cry. Memories of his hits before I passed out came rushing back, how I fell down the stairs, how I was so close to freedom and failed.

The lights were on. I tried sitting up when I felt his hand on my shoulder, pushing me back down.

"Take it easy.." he muttered. I closed my eyes and laid back down.

The overwhelming fear of getting more hurt took over me "p-please, I am so so sorry, I-I mean i-it...I'll n-never do it again" I started ranting.

"Sssh its okay, calm down..I know you won't" he said calmly and stroked my head.

I only cried more "I'm sorry sir.."

He only sushed me and kept stroking my head. Everything hurts, but the worst was the pain in my chest. How it slowly started to feel a bit too real. This man took me, I still don't know why..

He suddenly stopped stroking my head and left, I was too tired to move but the sound of chains made my anxiety kick in like a wreaking ball.