the light in his dark

Part 32

I don't even know how long I've been sitting in this dark room

I don't even know what time it is, if it's the night or the day. A weekday or a weekend day

I lost the notion of time. They turn on the lights whenever they want. Even if I am sleeping. They don't care

My shoulder and thigh pain begins to ease but I still feel some sort of discomfort when I move my body too much.

I can't feel my legs anymore Surely because of the fact that I haven't moved since I arrived here

They bring me water twice a day and most of the time I fall asleep because of fatigue and then the fear of closing my eyes that takes over so I'm between the two

I close my eyes to try to have a little rest or to have a joyful image that comes to my mind and that can prevent me from being afraid and cold for a few seconds

I go back to our favorite restaurant with James holding my hand. I have a smile on my face because it's going to be an amazing night. I've been waiting for it for so long

James talks to the waiter and he takes us to our table who is in the middle of the restaurant. We have a beautiful view of the park outside and the sun is shining through the windows

I keep telling James how was my day and I don't hide my excitement. No I can't hide my excitement

Throughout James has a big smile on his face and he never leaves his beautiful hazel eyes from me. I'm sitting on his side with his arm around my shoulder with nothing but love in our eyes

After a few minutes she arrives and I jump into her arms to greet her. It's been a long time since I saw my mom and I was too impatient

The evening goes very well. James and my mom talk a lot and I remain discreet to let them get to know each other.

I can't dream of a better evening with my mom and the man I love. My two favorite people in my world

My thoughts are cut by the large metal door that opens in the corner of the room. The old man comes inside with a noodle dish and closes the door

He hasn't come in a long time. The last time I saw him was after his son wanted me to suck his dick

I want to throw up just by thinking of it

He walks without looking at me and places the board on my knees. He goes behind the chair and detaches my hands that are filled with bruises because of the ropes that hurt me too much

I have trouble bringing back my hands that were behind me, in front of me so it takes me several times a few seconds to pause because of the cramps I have

After a few minutes my hands are in front of me but I don't touch the food.

Obviously

Instead, I turn to the man who is standing in front of me and who looks at the door while waiting for me to eat. His posture is not like the others men. The others men are relaxed. As if they were used to

But he is tense every time he enters here

"Why didn't you cames back before?" I ask him discreetly. It's barely if he hears the sound of my voice but I'm sure he did because after my sentence he looks at me

He looks at my face not my half-naked body that has been on this chair since God knows when

"I'm not assigned for this kind of work at the first time" he told me and just after he looks in the previous direction with his hands behind his back