Captivity Defined

Chapter 13

Christine awoke the next morning to the sound of a piano playing. Sitting up slowly, she opened her eyes and glanced around the room, frowning slightly when she saw no one in the room. That was strange, because it almost sounded as if the piano that was being played was right by her bed...

Shaking her head slightly, she decided to not even try to figure it out. Knowing him, he probably had done some architecture magic or something to make it sound that way.

Speaking of him, she realized that now she actually had a name to put to his face. Erik. She smiled ever so slightly, noticing how the name seemed to fit him so perfectly. She had once heard a story about a Prince named Erik. He had been brave, saving the Princess from the villain, as most Princes do.

Now that she thought about it, she noticed that everything Erik was reminded her of a Prince. The way he carried himself: as if he was too royal for this world to hold him. His movements reminded Christine of a graceful male dancer, only ten times better. It was almost as if he didn't even walk on the floors, but rather floated across them...

Suddenly Christine realized that she was currently daydreaming about her kidnapper. Blushing ever so slightly, she looked around the room, for some reason feeling guilty. After all, he was her kidnapper, and his personality was that of a hundred different people.

Sighing, she decided she might as well get up and see what the day had planned for her. As she pushed her covers back, her shoulder suddenly erupted in pain. Wincing, she immediately stopped using that hand, now properly reprimanded from her body. She held her arm close to her side as she slowly got out of bed, careful to not use that hand to pull the covers back over the bed.

Just as she started to walk towards her closet, the door to her room opened, revealing Erik. He slowly walked towards her, waving his hand at the door. Christine's eyes widened ever so slightly as the door slowly shut closed, following the movements of his hand.

He slowly gazed at her up and down, and it took Christine a second to remember that she was only wearing her night gown. A lovely rose colored tint rose to her cheeks in a blush as she quickly covered herself with a robe.

The corners of his lips curled upwards in a small smirk, his golden eyes glistening in some secret emotion.

"You haven't been trying to use your left hand today yet, have you my Christine?" He purred, watching her closely for her reaction.

Christine resisted the urge to bite her lip nervously, knowing it was a bad habit that she needed to get rid of. "No, um... of course not..." she murmured softly, casting her eyes down to the floor to avoid his intense gaze.

He took one graceful step towards her and gently tilted her face up towards him, two fingers placed under her chin. "Now now, my dearest Christine. You wouldn't happen to be lying to me, would you now?"

She gazed into his eyes, embarrassed now. "Um... well.. yes actually I did try to use it... but I was quickly reminded that I shouldn't be..."

Shaking his head slightly, he tilted his head to the side and gazed at her, his golden eyes boring into her own emerald eyes.

"I thought so... You mustn't do that Christine. It could damage the muscles further and then I shall be forced to take care of your every need myself, as well as keep you under my watchful eyes for a week."

Christine nodded quickly, her eyes widening. "I won't do it again." She promised.

"Good girl.." he purred, his tone sending shivers down her spine, though she had no clue as to why.

"Now, we must get you dressed."

"I am quite capable of dressing myself!" She said quickly, backing away from him slightly.