I Promise To Fight

Chapter 8: The Big Reveal Of Betrayal Part One

I have been locked up in this room for almost a month, tied up with rope to a wooden chair. My kidnapper comes in the room to feed me my three meals and let me use the bathroom whenever I need to. Thankfully he doesn't look. He comes at different time periods so I cannot keep track of him on the analog clock above the door.

I find myself starting to miss Dameon. A lot verily. His mysterious and protective qualities are highly annoying but I am starting to yearn to experience them again. Over the course of me being tied to a chair, walking down memory lane, I realized how rude I was to him. If I ever see him again I'll make sure to be nicer to him, but not too nice. I am still furious that he dragged me all the way from my family and friends in addition to him coming up with an outrageous idea of marriage. I barely know him and he seems to think that I am perfectly fine with marrying him. I will never marry him.

A loud slam from the bulky metal door rattles me from my thoughts.

"It's about time you showed up. Being tied up to a uncomfortable chair by yourself gets kind of lonely."

My abductor glares at me through the ski mask.

"I don't think you're in the position right now to be acting like this. I do not appreciate your sass."

"I do not appreciate being kidnapped and locked up in a room but you know what they say: You don't always get what you want. Speaking of wanting, what do you want with me? I'm assuming that you're trying to use me to get closer to Dameon and harm him. Am I correct?" 

My eyebrow is raised to make a point.

"Dameon" he forces out the name with a look of disgust on his face, "has nothing to do with this. I've had my eyes set on you for a very long time now. I always get what I want and what I want is you. To be honest I'm surprised you did not recognize my voice. I'm quite disappointed. Very disappointed indeed."

I have no clue as what to say so I just stare at him. He voice does sound familiar but I cannot put a face to it. Not recognising his voice is the least of my problems at the moment. Being tied up to a chair in the same presence as my newfound creepy, obsessive stalker is a problem. Great just great. This is everything I have always dreamt about.

"Well I'm not sorry to rain on this parade but I don't want you. You are absolutely insane if you think I'd ever want you."

The look on his face tells all and keeps nothing a secret.

"B-bu-but what about the car ride we had together? Remember that time you looked right at me and smiled? You saw me, glanced right into my eyes and grinned. No no, I know you want me. You're just too frightened to admit it. You desiderate me. I am positive. I will make you admit your love and desire for me."

With panicked eyes, he pulls out a colossal, butcher knife. My gaze never wavers from him as he walks towards me. I try to remain calm and show him that I am not affected, but the panic is soon setting in, the adrenaline slowly spreading in my body similar to helium filling up a balloon. He stops ten centimeters away from me. He leans down, invading my personal space along with impersonating Dark Vader by breathing heavily through the fabric on his face.

"Say it"

"Say what?"

"Don't act stupid. This is not the time. If you do, I am certain you will regret it."

"Haven't you heard that lying is a sin?"

"I don't believe in God. You're making me angry and impatient. Admit that you want me. We both know you do. Speak the words because I am pretty sure that you wouldn't want a nasty cut on your arm. If I cut deep enough you might even bleed to death. No one is coming here to save you. Not even your "mate" will rescue you. He would have been here by now. Get it over with and spit it out."

I raise my chin up defiantly to show him that no matter how many times he tries to accomplish discouragement from me, I will not be obsequious nor admit a bold faced lie. I am not going to give up either.

A phone ringing in the distance interrupts this bizarre and senseless conversation.

"I have to answer that. When I come back we will finish this conversation."

With that he walks away quickly, slamming the door behind him, he leaves me in utter silence.

This is my chance. I cannot stay here anymore. I need to find a way to escape. This man is crazy along with dangerous. Escaping is going to be a huge challenge seeing as my arms and legs are tied to the chair. The room is empty, the only thing in here is me together with the chair plus the clock.

I have to come up with something. Think think think. Hmmm...
Maybe I can somehow break the chair and use one of the sharp pieces to saw apart the rope. I prepare myself for the pain. Taking a deep breath, I rock back and forth, gaining momentum. I lean forward and using all my might I push myself backwards.

For a couple seconds all I can feel is pain. All I can think about is pain. Pain in my arms, my back and my head. I need to shake it off and focus on escaping. Luckily one of the back legs of the chair snapped in half. Now I just somehow need to find a way to free myself without passing out from the pain.