A match made in hell

Hopeless Despair.....Is For Suckers

It had been a week since I was abducted as I was currently calling it, I say that because kidnapping requires involvement, and since that first night my abductor has not come around. I imagined alien abductions, even those people had some sort of interaction with their abductors. As for me I don't even see him, but I see amazing dinners laid out for me every night, sometimes I stay up to see if I can catch him setting the dinners out...I don't get dinner those nights. I woke up this morning, or night I don't know anymore, comfortable for once, I looked down to see I was in an actual bed, and a really nice one at that. A four poster wrought iron bed with red drapes covering it, giving the illusion of grandeur normality....."But how did I sleep through this?"

 I discarded the thought and looked to see only my hands and feet were bound to the bed, I had space to move...and to escape. I maneuvered myself into a kneeling position with difficulty and wrapped my arms around the detachable pole, easing it off quietly and slipping my  left brace from the small space provided in the break. I did the same for the right side and both my feet, I slipped off the bed and went to the door...which was locked. I searched around and coincidentally found a bobby pin and a screwdriver, which I used to unlock the door and slip out. I ran as fast as possible through the white corridors with gold trim on them, candelabras lined the walls showing many halls and doors.

 Before I knew it I was lost in a dark corridor with no light and peeling paint, I collapsed, frustrated, holding my head in my hands "I am this close to escaping, why can I not find the door?" I looked up and saw a light. I ran to it...and fell right into my captors arms, I looked up to see his furious, sadistic face as he snarled words, I couldn't comprehend them because the feeling of shock and fury consumed me at having failed. I was then slammed to the wall and he came into focus "I gave you everything! A comfortable place to rest, lavish dinners, lovely clothes! And this is how you repay me! By trying to leave me!" I felt something bad fill me as I discarded my better judgment and shouted at him "I want my freedom! Do you get that! I am stuck in a basement! All alone with only my thoughts to comfort me! You ruined my life by being selfish! Is that what you call everything!"  He was radiating a darkness I had never seen from him as he slammed my head into the wall over and over, breaking my ribs with blows to my body until I was unconscious and almost positive I was dead.

 I woke in my bed hurting terribly as I groaned, the drapes were opened and there he was standing there with a concerned look on his face, he injected me with something and sat beside me, then he spoke in a soft voice. "I'm sorry.....for hurting you, I didn't mean....." he sighed despondently "Actually I did mean to do that, I was upset that you were trying to leave me, but then I realized...you were right, I wasn't around enough so I just left you here, and that was unfair of me..." I was shocked, he was different than usual, he actually looked normal for once and was acting normal, then he began to speak in a somber tone "I was better once when I was much younger, I was teased and ridiculed and beat up, but one day she saved me. She was extremely sweet and kind, she loved to sing and was always protective of me... We got married when we were eighteen and I was so happy with her because she made me happy..." I felt sad for some reason as unfamiliar emotions filled me, I felt tears fall down my cheeks "She died ten years after we were married, it was eight years ago she died protecting me from a car...and it was all my fault... So I looked for someone who could fill the hole where my heart was, but you remind me most of her...your voice when you sing, how you look when your angry, your strength...everything, even how you look! So I don't know how to be around you....."

I was fully crying by then as he turned to look at me, his eyes widened and he looked confused as I struggled to speak "I'm sorry that happened to you, it shouldn't have, that's wrong, she didn't deserve to die and you don't deserve to be that miserable, I'm so sorry..." My voice trailed off hoarsely as he smiled through his own tears "I'm sorry too..." He hugged me as gently as possible and smile, in that moment I had never felt so safe by anyone than I did him.