Behind the Badge: Obsession in the Shadows

I'll take this for now

My lips are trembling and my hands are shaking.
My tears began to pool and form rapidly in my eyes, threatening to burst out at any moment.

I finally noticed the new toothbrush and my all-familiar toothpaste. I brush my teeth. I was just wanting this horrible nightmare to end.

I slowly slide all my clothes off because of the lack of a lock, creating major panic in my mind as he could come at any moment.

I set all the bottles in the shower, unwrapping my ankle, which was red and bruised. Looking angry at me. I step into the shower, letting the water softly flow down my face.

Slowly relaxing me a bit. After washing my hair and body, I wrap the towel around myself. I'm drying myself off. I keep the shower on in hopes he will continue giving me privacy.

I had on the clothes he provided. Which I didn't recognize but seemed to fit me. I stand there, not wanting to leave the small amount of freedom I have at this moment.

The small 6x6 room seemed nicer than what I knew I'd be going back to.

I continue to cry in the shower, hiding the sounds of my distraught self. My current situation is scary, terrifying, unnerving, and anxiety-ridden.

I suppose it had taken as long as my self-privacy.
There was a sharp knock on the door.

"I'm coming in." He says this before he opens the door.

"Turn off the water, Madison." He demands I stand in the doorway, his large frame filling the space with ease.

My back was to him as I looked over my shoulder.
I was wiping the tears that still rapidly fell down my eyes.

I turn off the water turning the knob in my hand.

Turning around, my gaze slid to the floor.

He snaps the cuff to his arm before he softly grabs my own. The same hand just harshly made contact with my bottom less than a couple of hours ago.

He callused my fingertips, tracing my wrist softly. He cuffs my wrist.

He no longer had his gun. Which did make me feel slightly less uneasy. Had I not been so distracted, I might've noticed his shadow leave the door. I could have escaped, which just makes me cry harder.

He softly grabs my jaw and forces my eyes to meet his gaze.

"I'm not going to hurt you. Just please don't cry." He says his tone sounds more like pleading than demanding, though the undertone is still there.

"Come on, baby, I need to put some fresh wraps on your ankle." He practically drags me behind him as his large strides are difficult to put up with.

Once we got to the bed, he asked me to sit on the bed.

I do not see many other options at the moment. I obey his commands despite everything in me wanting to run away.

I was outmatched; I knew physically for sure.

He snaps the cuff to my ankle which is still attached to the bedpost. And finally, it undoes the one attached to our arms.

He softly brings my wrist to his mouth, kissing the area with his lips.

"I'll be back. I'm going to get more medications for your ankle. You cut it up pretty well." He says it with a tight smile as if trying not to offend me.

I cut up my ankle trying to leave you, I think.

He turns on his heel, leaving the room.
The door closed behind him.

I wondered where I was in the woods. I wasn't sure.

I doubt it will be anytime soon before I know any kind of information like that.

A few minutes later, he comes back into the room with a hairbrush and the same small box he brought in earlier to doctor me. Along with a water bottle.

He softly put the unopened water bottle on the bed beside me.

As if silently asking me to drink the water, he brought it to me. He looks serious at me.

"Baby, are you going to let me take care of you, or am I going to have to tie you back up if I have to tie you back up, I will leave you like that until tomorrow morning." He tells me his voice is laced with a clear threat.

"I'll let you just please don't do that to me," I say, pleading, my eyes still not having run out of tears.

"Okay, my good girl."He says, opening the small box, applying medicine with his delicate fingers, and wrapping it back up.

He grabs the brush, sits down, and stands off to the side of me.

He begins to brush my hair softly, the bristles moving through my wet, damp hair and the tangles being removed with ease.

He sets the brush down on the dresser.

"Drink the water you need to drink. It's not even open or anything." He says this to me as he leans against the wall, staring at me.

I open the water bottle, setting the cap on the table beside me.

I drink it quickly, not realizing how thirsty I am.

He softly pulls it from my mouth, forcing me to take a breath of air.

"Slow down; I don't want you to get sick again." He says it sternly.

"Okay," I whisper, continuing to drink the cold, chilly water.

Once the bottle was empty, he took it from me. Taking all the same items he had originally brought in.

He comes in a few minutes later as the door opens with a squeak.

"It's time for bed, Madison. I know you don't want me to sleep beside you. So I won't for now. I know you are very emotional, but I am going to sleep on the couch across from you." He is gesturing to the couch, which I had noticed earlier.

"Why don't you sleep upstairs in your room?" I ask him, not wanting him down here with me.

He looks at me.

"Because you're down here. One day we will sleep upstairs together, but for now, I'll take this." He explains it as though it were the most rational thing in the world. Not a crazy lunatic thought.