Feed The Evil Within, Ruvik x OC

2 - Prisoner in His Dreams

My eyes slowly fluttered open, sore and lacking in a proper amount of sleep. The pain, despite annoying, made me want to close my eyes and just sleep for a longer amount of time but the warning signals going off in my head forced me awake. Sitting up to take a look around, I noted that not only was I dressed differently but my location had also changed.

I slid out of the Victorian king-sized bed, brushing aside the silken drapes and staring at the canopy. It was a beautiful black and white schematic, one that attracted me more to sleeping in it. It was clear that whoever was keeping me here certainly spared nothing on luxury. On the ceiling it seemed as if there were murals of angels and demons, fighting an eternal battle. The demons, being pushed into the crevice they were crawling out of, seemed to want to get into the gates of Heaven. The angels were certainly winning that battle. My observations were cut short by my captor's apparent arrival as my back hit the wall, wary as Ruvik held a tray of food while approaching me. I did not speak, but he seemed intent on starting a conversation.

"If you do not eat something, you will die." Ruvik would plainly point it out for me, as if I didn't already know. My stomach groaned in pain; a protest to how empty it was. The tray of food was placed on a table where a single white rose lay in a glass vase. How solemn, lonely. I'd walk up to it, my fingertips grazing against the thorns as I pulled it out. The man curiously watched me, his eyes not straying from my actions.

"It looked lonely," I attempted to explain my actions, "I dislike cutting flowers from their bushes. They belong with the others, not singled out and shoved into a glass for everyone to look at and jeer for the loss of their thorns. Would you like it any if someone did that to you?" This elicited no response despite my clear disapproval. He seemed to stare blankly at the flower in my hands, before his own came up to touch mine. I flinched away harshly, not wanting to be touched by those deformed hands.

He'd withdraw his touch. "The food is not poisoned. Feel free to eat." He'd take his seat on the other side of the table, saying no more on the matter. I'd disdainfully look at the rose before sliding it, carefully, back in the vase. It was already dead; it's simply that it needs to rot.

My eyes strayed to the man as I sat in the seat across from him, not bothering to touch the food he'd presented to me. He seemed to be patient, not saying a word, simply waiting for me to take a bite. Perhaps he would leave if I didn't. After a minute or two of waiting, he seemed ready to bribe me. "If you eat, I will show you many things." I didn't care enough to answer him, but I still glanced down at the food on my plate. It was basic breakfast food; the classic pancakes and bacon. Nothing I didn't like, which meant eating it would be an option, although I'd prefer to be careful with eating anything this man was giving me.

I picked a piece of bacon from the plate, offering it to him. "Eat it. Show me it's not tampered with."

His eyes seemed to close as I spoke, his body swaying gently as he listened to my words. "You sound like her," He'd whisper, before they snapped back open. He'd take the bacon from my hand, his scarred lips parting to bite into the well-cooked slice. It seemed fine; he wasn't choking up blood or anything like that. I proceeded to do something quite unladylike and scarf it down, starving for food. Each bite was like a blessing; I really needed it. "I made it myself. How does it taste?" His intentions, although seemingly gentle enough, could not be trusted. I did not know what this ominous man wanted with me; from the rags he dressed in to how hideous his body was, he was clearly someone who'd been through a lot. He'd also stopped my escape attempts. He'd never actually presented food to me, so this was the first time I thought something was up with it. His behaviour, after all, had changed.

Although I was more than invested in the plate of food my eyes strayed to the windows which, like the previous room I was kept in, always remained that same inky black colour I was so very used to. Where were the city lights? This room looked so macabre. Perhaps I was being held in a place older than the city. I knew that hopeful speculation wouldn't get me anywhere. "Where am I?" I hoped that he'd answer so I might get an idea of how far away escape was and if I had a chance. His eyes showed how enthralled he truly was as he observed me quietly.

"You are in my world. Here, I can give you your heart's desires, Laura," I felt a pang of disgust as his face softened when he said that name, my breakfast almost coming up on the table as I quietly gagged, trying to keep it down. I hated that; I couldn't stand it. Being called by another name as if I didn't exist, as if I was nothing.

"My name is Elise," I'd state firmly, anger seeping into my voice. His expression still would not change and I could barely tell if he was even listening to me.

"Lies, you simply look so much like her. Is there anything you want, Lies?" His eyes seemed to shine as he gazed at me, the idea of another woman hanging over him rather than myself. But still, what disturbed me was the way he was looking at me, as if he worshipped me in some form or manner; how it felt like he might do anything to please me, even if that meant killing innocents.

"I want to leave here." I didn't bother choosing my words carefully or thinking about it because I knew exactly what I wanted. It wasn't right here, as if I was in a place built on sacred land that had been defiled. My head turned to the window; still, there was nothing outside. Nothing at all. He had made me breakfast, despite the fact I assumed it was in the middle of the night. But even then, why could I not see the outline of objects outside? Surely the light from the moon would be able to light up whatever was outdoors.

"You may leave this room if you wish, but I suggest remaining." His eyes never broke from me and I was beginning to feel as if he was defiling me in some way, staring at me so intensely without stopping. It made me highly uncomfortable.

Despite what he suggested, I needed more than anything to leave. A way to make a solid escape plan and if I could, I'd be able to leave him as well. "Yes, I'd like to see them."

"You even act like her." He'd sigh softly, reaching out his hand to touch me. I flinched away and despite the frown on his face he never said anything, simply stood from his chair, the wooden legs scraping against the floor. He'd stalk around the small table and his footsteps got louder and louder as my heart pounded faster. I wanted to move away from him, get away from his prodding hands. But I couldn't. I was paralyzed by my deep-rooted fear of Ruvik and I could feel my heart going out of normal bounds as he began to crouch, his face suddenly approaching my own. His lips brushed against mine and I could feel the scarring on my own; rough and abused, more than making me want to regurgitate my breakfast here and now. His fingers ran through my hair as his eyelids slid shut but I could not bring myself do to the same; his burns repelled and disgusted me. But, I could not move as I was violated in this way for the first time in my life.

As his other hand traced up my inner thigh I shivered; my heart was going haywire. I needed my medicine. My heart began to beat so fast that it became painful; if it didn't slow down, I would have a heart attack and die. Against my better judgement my hands would slam against the man as I pushed him away, gasping loudly as I tried to grab on to the table but crashed to the floor with it. My free hand strayed to my chest, clutching the fabric of my shirt, my face contorted in pain. "Please, Vidrasil," I'd beg, reaching out towards him when my death grip on the table released.

My parents had funded the research for Vidrasil when they found I had my heart condition; one that certainly affected my everyday life. I needed it desperately, as it made me feel like my ailment was cured despite only being temporary.

Ruvik would turn and stride to the door, not answering. Had he heard me? Surely he wouldn't just leave me here to die. But as he walked out and closed the door behind him that pit of fear in my chest grew bigger; was he just leaving me to my fate? All I could do was wait, helplessly, for him to return...