Behind the Badge: Obsession in the Shadows

This is your home now

Groaning my body groggy. I open my eyes to the poorly lit room.
I try to raise up to help my senses.

I was lying on a mattress.
What the hell?! Where am I?! What happened!

I try to get off the mattress, but my body is still taking slow orders from my mind.

I look down relief; my clothes are still on.
The last thing I remember is watching TV with Gregory, and everything is blank.

Finally raising up, I try to move my heavy legs off the bed but notice my leg is bound to a bedpost.

I cant see anything.

I squint my eyes as if to focus my poor vision.
Tracing my leg I feel a cold metal. I tug nothing.
I tug once more violently.

Tears are forming in my eyes.
What is happening?
The metal digging into my ankle roughly cuts the skin it rests against.

I try not to scream so as to bring attention that I was up. As I continue to trash my other leg against the metal binding.

I hear foot steps off approaching, and a door is opened. With a squeaky noise, the door opening did little to aid me in seeing.

Only a shadow figure is seen.

Until a light is switched on.

I see Gregory.

I was confused about how I had managed to escape. Gregory: "Thank God you are here. You have to help me. How did you escape? Are you hurt?" I ask, looking at him.

He looks at my tear-stained face and sighs. Rubbing his hand through his hair.

His eyes narrowed at my ankle, red and blood from my struggles to get free.
Until he closes the door, leaving the light on.
I finally am able to look at my surroundings; it looks like I was in a basement.

More tears fell as he left me here. Coming to the quick realization he wasn't here to save me.
I tug even more desperately, not even caring about the discomfort it was causing. I was tired of kicking the bedpost in desperation.

Suddenly the door is opened again.
Seeing him doesn't stop my struggles. As he walks down the steps holding a small box.

"Stop that Madison." He scolds as he walks to the bed.

"Leave me alone! Let me go!" I scream, struggling.

He stands against the wall, waiting for my energy to disappear.

I already felt weak and groggy from the drugs.

"Why are you doing this to me? I don't have any money; just please let me go. I won't tell anyone." I plead, attempting to bargain with him.

I see his gun in his waistband.

He sees my eyes flickering to his gun.

"Oh that? I won't use that unless I have to. So that just means you have to be good, right?" He taunts me as he crosses his arms, intimidating me.

"Are you calm now?" He asked me, arching his brow, and he placed his gun on the table, carefully watching me with intense eyes.

I felt more tears begin to form and my eyes widen.
I nod yes vigorously.

"Madison I would like a verbal response." He says his voice stern as if talking to a child.

"Why are you doing this?" I scream at him.

"Madison, I'm going to doctor your leg one way or another. The question is, Do you want to be drugged again so I can do so?" He states plainly, arching his brow.

"So, you are going to let me doctor you? No fighting? I don't want to hurt you; all I'm trying to do is help you." He asks as he opens the box up, pulling out the medical supplies he felt he'd need.

"I won't fight you; just undo the restraint." I say.

"Okay." He says simply before setting all the stuff in the bed.

He walks over to my legs. He firmly grabs my other leg, suddenly holding it firmly as I struggle to pull it out of his iron-like grip.

He undoes my score-red, angry ankle before attaching my other leg to the bed.

"There," he says.
"I'll get new ones that won't cut you up." He tells me now, grabbing my ankle cut up by the restraints.

I go to hit him; maybe I can knock him out and take the key.

I hit his chest.

His eyes pierced through mine.
He nods his head no before walking away again.
He walks up the stairs before coming back.

"You lied to me." He says to me, Walking down the steps, I see another pair of cuffs in his hand as the stairs creak under the weight change.
H strolls over to me, grabbing my one hand and cuffing one side as I continue to try and fight him with my one free leg at this point.

He slides the cuff through the hole of the bedpost and grabs my other arm, cuffing me with ease, leaving my only more bloody leg free.

"There." He says to himself, He climbs on one of my legs, holding it down, and he begins to doctor it.

His touch was delicate on the sensitive area.

He wraps it up.

"All better, my beautiful girl." He says getting up off my leg.

"You have to let me go, Gregory. I won't say anything, please." I beg him.

"Why would I do that? I want to keep you safe. You weren't safe where you were. Now that you are safe here, I feel better. I had to sleep in your house every night to make sure you were safe." He tells me.

"Because I want to go to my home," I tell him.

"You are home, Madison." He sates his voice firm.

He softly wipes the tears that fall on my cheeks.

"No, I'm not; this isn't my home!" I shout at him.

Until he firmly grabs my hair, slight pain from the action.

"Stop being ungrateful, Madison; this is your home now, and I don't want to hear another word about it." He tells me sternly before letting go of my hair, softly petting it.