My eyes again getting wet. Daniel picked a shade of cherry red lipstick, told me to wear it, I did. Reluctantly. He brushed my hair, he made me put a make-up, he pulled me up on my feet. He sighed, "You look beautiful."
"Please leave me." Tears falling down.
"No way!" I startled, but this time little anger developed in me. With all my strength I pushed him, he stumbled few steps back.
I ran to the hallway, reaching the door when I bumped to someone, Daniel held me tightly.
Shit! No!
"You're not going anywhere." I moved my hands swiftly trying to loose his grip. He threw me on the floor, he gabbed my leg I realised his nails growing longer, he dig his nails into the flesh of my thigh. I let out a painful cry, he hissed,
"Told you I would take you."
But I again hit him with my other leg, and stood up and ran to the bathroom. I locked myself in the shower compartment I sat inside the bathtub, I sobbed in the pain of my leg. My hand had stopped bleeding but it ached. Suddenly the shower turned on, hot water rained on me, my pain doubled as the hot water hit my injured leg. The bathtub filled in with the water mixed with my blood, I wasn't able to unlock the door. Right then a hand grabbed me pulling me back down into the water, I was choking not able to getting out of water. I somehow managed to breath each time I get my head out, I saw Daniel laughing when he hovered over me, his hand pushing my waist down and his lips moving all over my neck. I pushed him, but he hit me with a hard thing, my head was bleeding now. He licked my blood that flowed down my lips, I moved my mouth away in disgust. I was still fiddling in his grip, he stood up carrying me on his shoulder and got out of the bathtub. He lead me to my bedroom, he threw me again on my bed. I observed some changes in his appearance, his hands grew larger and his head started bleeding, he growled. Several cut marks were visible on his face, his skin was torn and almost half decayed, a woody smell evolved from his body or maybe of that cupboard where I had kept him.He went to the cupboard and pulled out the same baseball bat with which I had hit him, it was stained with dried blood. I never remember keeping it in my cupboard, he took out a coil of rope. He tied me on my bed and let out a devilish smile, "It's time to get home baby."
I couldn't resist anymore as my head was aching very much and it was making my vision blurry, I was loosing my strength to struggle anymore. I squeaked,
"Plea--"
Before I could say more, he bashed me hard with the baseball bat on my head, and again and again. My blood splattered on to the wall, on bed. I could feel my heartbeat slowing down. He hit my legs, breaking the bones, I was so weak to scream. He untied me picked me up, he took me near the cupboard. He walked into the cupboard, he was walking through the never ending cupboard. All I saw was darkness, darkness. When I heard him saying.
"Oli, we are home, close your eyes my love."
Those were the last words I heard before my heart stopped beating. I was dead in the Cupboard.
