He woke up in panic. Everything around him was unclear, until he sorted the thoughts in his head. He knew that he was in great danger, and that his darkest fears just now become the new reality he had ahead of himself.
He couldn't move, not even blick, maybe, if he didn't do anything, he could just stay here, stay in this purgatory of waiting for the worst, but it would be better then whats to come, that he was sure of.
"You now, I have been watching you for long time, Sebastian"
The voice came from right behind him. It send shivers down his spine. The voice was cold and empty, it didn't even sound like it came from a human. And that name, Sebastian wasn't even his name, did he get the wrong person, maybe, maybe he could get free and all of this was just a big misunderstanding.
"I am not Sebastian"
"I know, but from now on, that will be your name"
His numb feeling slowly begann to fade away, so that now he felt pain in his feet. It was a burning kind of pain that he had never felt before. He begann crying.
"Why, why me, why did you do this, why am I being...just why"
"Don't cry"
The word had no empathy in them, it was a command, cold an brutal, like from a father without love.
"When I tell you, don't cry, then you will not cry, understood Sebastian"
He heard how the person stood up, came to his bag and before he knew what was happening, there was a hand on his shoulder and one around his jugular. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, he was sure he was going to die, but why would the person not show themselves, and why was the voice like something he heard before, but now it was dead, rotten. The hand left his throat. He started gasping the air around him like it was the most delicious thing he ever had.
Right in this second, memories started flooding his head, memories of the last months, memories of Milina and how she
showed him how to do a backflip on the trampoline. Of John, telling him about one campaign he had and of him giving him some chocolate, he normally wasn't allowed to have. And the memories of mrs Perdion talking to him about his parents, their situation and the Problems they had. He remembered so much, then the pain brought him back in reality.
"I cut your Achilles tendon. Even if you would get free of the rope, you couldn't take one step. You are mine Sebastian."
"But why, please I'm just a young..."
"Shut up"
He felt the hands coming closer to his throat.
"You will be mine until I chose to free you from your suffering"
"I beg you, let me go, I didn't see your face, you can't get charged for anything"
"Stop thinking about how to bribe me.
I can't let you go..."
He felt cloth around his mouth
"...Because I love you"When woke up again, i was in the same room, now lying on the ground. The chair he sat on was no where to be seen, instead he could see the other half of the room. It was all blank white walls and one bed. No it was no bed, it was just a mattress with a little towel, rolled up to be a headpiece. All was white. Now that he could see the room in its entirety he saw that it had now windows and the door was made of iron, with a little slid. It seemed like a jail cell, but it was so clean that he felt like it wasn't supposed to be this way, the whole room was surreal.
From behind the iron door he could here classical music, normally something that was calming him, no was chilling to the bone. He tried to stand up, but then the pain came back. So he chose to crawl, crawl to the mattress, lay down and awake in his own bed, this all being a bad dream. But it wasn't a dream, it was the harsh, brutal and painful reality that was going to kill him like a spike trough the lungs.
Because I love you. The words were in his head as he was laying on the mattress. He wanted to cry, to scream, to do anything but existing, but he couldn't, he was just there, laying in pain. He really, really wanted to cry, but he had the feeling that it would come back and hurt him. It, what was it, was it his new owner, his lord or his own mad god? He didn't want to think about it.
The door opened and a tall figure, wearing a white suit came in. The face was hidden behind a mask, that was painted with little scribbled names. One hand in the pocket, the figure came close to him.
"Hello Sebastian"
The voice was happy, euphoric even.
"Just wanted to say hi, how are you feeling?"
"Please just..."
"No!"
The voice sounded violent, like a dagger though his heart. He knew now, pleading was sense less.
"You disappoint me, why are you crying, I hate when you do that."
"I...why do you do this."
"Because I love you Sebastian and you will love me too, I'm going to make sure you do. And if you don't stop crying, I will have to punish you."
It was the first time he saw something human, not something robotic, but he hated what he saw, it scared him. His mad god was an sadistic psychopath, now he was sure of it.
"Can I have some food...please?"
"Sure you can, that's why I came"
He took some dog treats out of his pocket and threw them on the ground next to the mattress.
"Good night Sebastian. May you rest well, tomorrow is a special day."
"What is tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow is my birthday and I got us a big surprise."
The tall figure turned around, opened the door and then left. He could hear how the person was turning up the music. The he couldn't here one sentence.
"Don't disappoint us Sarah"
YOU ARE READING
Starving Beauty
Mystère / ThrillerDid you ever have the feeling that you were stalked? Have you ever been so paranoid that you couldn't sleep, eat or breath. And did you ever wake up with your worst expectations being your new reality? (Shortstory to be continued)