I awaken with my warmth surrounding me, remembering I finally slept in a bed after what felt like forever. Rejoicing in my head at the amazing feeling, the soft covers devouring me. I didn't even notice Malcolm's massive figure saying beside me, his hand still cuffed to mine. His shirt was off revealing not only his amazingly toned figure, but also the tattoo from earlier.
Being able to see its in its full form I stare down immensely taking in every detail. It was a rose, beautifully shaded, the black ink complimenting his tanned olive skin. I saw small writing around the flower, following the curves of each petal writing out 'A mothers love will never be replaced. 1972-1997'.
Feeling sorrow for the man it reminds me of my own mother, how devastating it would be to lose her. Or my father for that matter, they both were my rock. I missed them more than anything and losing them would be my breaking point.
I feel his hand move to the crook of my back, pulling me closer. Bringing a more comforting warmth to my body than the blankets did. I reluctantly cuddled into him, since he was pushing my body into his more. Feeling this grip tighten as he held my waist, practically strangling him sideways. Realizing he's still asleep I take the opportunity to looks for the ring of keys. Slowly lifting my unchained hand to his hip, rubbing down it as if I was just normally rub. Feeling for anything pointy, I move down his sweats, slowly feeling something hard beneath my hand.
Blood rushes to my cheeks as I slowly realize what I'm holding. Quickly drawing my hand away feeling embarrassed, hoping he's still asleep and didn't feel the awkward encounter.
"At least buy me dinner first if you're gonna feel me up." He groggily remarked, turning on his back and rubbing his eyes with his free hand.
"I..I." Not able to muster words from the embarrassment I felt. Unknowingly feeling this man up as he's pretending to sleep.
"Cmon. I'll let you use the bathroom and eat but then it's back to the room." He returns to the dark tone he usually dons. Not feeling like getting into s fight today I do as he says. Standing up from the bed as he follows suit. Leasing me to the bathroom connected to his room, standing over me as I uncomfortably try to pee as he looks anywhere but at me.
Able to pee after a few minutes and some cursing under my breathe. I clean up and follow him as he walks me back into his bedroom. Stopping at the closet door, opening it to reveal the bags of clothes I had purchased from the mall. Grabbing a cropped sweater and a pair of biker shorts he hands them to me. Leading me to his nightstand, I get a closer look at all the medicine. Taking some medical classes in highschool I recognize some of the labels.
Blood pressure medicine, some antidepressants, mixed with some painkillers.
Wondering why a man of his age would need so many medications, I watch as he opens a drawer and pulls out the key ring, unlocking his part of the cuffs.
"Change, and be quick." He turns around so I can have some privacy. As much as I didn't want to change with him so close in the room, I was starving and ready for something to be in my stomach.
Quickly throwing the disgusting gown off I pull in the fresh clothes, making sure to rip off all the tags, the crop top almost exposing my breasts as he still hasn't given me a bra to wear. When I'm chained up my breasts are just going to be on full display. The thought sickened me, hating feeling so vulnerable.
He grabs my hand leading me into the kitchen before pulling out a cereal bar, making me quickly scarf down the treat. The sweetness having my throat begging for water.
He quickly rushed me into my room chaining me back into the sad position I've grown used to. My shirt pulling up as he lifted my arms above me head. Making me let out a saddened sigh.
"I'll make sure to get you a bra, I'll have to find a clean one." He remarks before quickly chaining me up. Not once glancing at my body before exiting the room, the familiar lock of the door echoing through the hollow room. Leaving me alone with only my thoughts to pass the time.
Why was he in such a hurry? Why was he acting so weird all of a sudden?
The thoughts plagued my brain as I swelled deeper into each one.
I stared off at the walls, humming a hum I had made up while bored today. Almost as if I had made my own song, the sounds bouncing off the walls, vibrating the empty and vast room.
Sitting alone all day with only your thoughts and the sound of silence is awful, torture if you want to say.
Hearing the lock click my head jolts up in excitement. As bad as it sounded I didn't mind his company as bad anymore.
It was just nice to have someone to talk to, even if it was my captor. Knowing he was hard this morning didn't surprise me, but it awoke a feeling a lust I didn't know I had in me. Wanting to delve deeper into it more and more as I pondered the potential outcomes.
Seeing his tall frame enter the doorway I let the smile fall from my face, not letting him see me smiling incase he thought of something sadistic to make it go away. He shuffled his feet toward me as he laid a plate beside him, sitting in his typical position on the floor.
"How's my baby girl doing." He remarked, picking up half of the sandwich that laid on the plate before him.
"I-I'm alright." I faintly speak, a small smile appearing in my lips, not hating the nicknames he gave me as much anymore. "Hungry." I joke, hoping he would take it the same way.
Thankfully he did, picking the sandwich up and bringing it to my mouth, allowing me to take as big of a bite as I needed. "I don't want you to get sick again." He sounded sympathetic, as if he felt bad for me. Seeing his eyes look down as if he was upset. Shaking his head and looking back up at me, sitting the sandwich down after I had taken a bite.
"What is today?" I chewed the sandwich slowly, savoring every delicious flavor that erupted in my mouth.
"Tuesday." He retorted, seeing I had swallowed the food in my mouth, picking the sandwich back up to give me another bite.
"No," I leaned forward for another bite, getting less in my mouth this time. "Like the date." I snorted.
"October 27th, if you're wondering how long you've been here, about three weeks."
I quit chewing as he sets the sandwich back down. Swallowing the massive chunks in my mouth. "Oh."
I hadn't realized, but it had truly been three weeks since he took me.
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