A Kidnapper's Dream (Unedited)

-Chapter 4: The Beauty Underneath-

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-Written By: LovableMonster-

-Chapter 4: The Beauty Underneath-

A week has past and I haven't learned anything besides the fact that I'm not as scared as I once was of Luca. Luca's kept me under lock and key, just like my grandparents. He allows me to eat what little he can get, and all I've had to drink is water. Most of the time I spend in this prison is in the bedroom and trying on different dresses, bored out of my mind. How could it ever result to playing dress up?

He hasn't let me bathe once, so I probably smell awful from all the dirt and the paint caked on my skin and in my hair. All Luca does is play with instruments or paint me when I'm asleep. I would know because in the mornings I can hear sweet melodies and the next day another painting is added on one of the walls. One day he's going to run out of space up there on those walls full of so much art...

I still don't know how I feel about Luca, it's so strange to be here and yet it's soothing for once, besides the nightmares. Every night I have one, and they're all about that day when Luca killed those two men. I see the sword, the one the man used to kill Anthony. That's what really frightened me; all that violence...

My grandparents were somewhat wrong, he's not a knight, but he does protect me. I really can't explain for Luca's actions. I don't know why he knows so much about me or why he saved me that day I was left bruised and marked. All I know right now is that I want to find out why he hides behind those fancy materials.

I made up my mind a few days ago, refusing to think of anything else. I don't feel alone in his presence but I know so little of him I should. I know he's ashamed and scared of something, or he would let me see what's underneath his cloaks of fancy beading and strings.

This morning I woke up, wearing a pink dress decorated in golden beads up the sides. Where did he find all these clothes? Where does he get all this money?

I journeyed to the dining table and he gave me a routine of food; an orange and a glass of water. I may be a little thing but I'd rather prefer something more plentiful. I gladly accepted anyways, and when I was done we sat together on the couch. He could tell something was up, because I was in a good mood. He sat there, not even saying a word, and watched me like a hawk. That's when I asked him.

"Can you show me what's...underneath?" I asked, reaching out my hands to unveil him. My hands were about to pull on the strings that tied it all up when he slapped them away. I jerked back and gave him a look of sorrow. How can I be so curious and feel so much pity for this man I barely know? My hand was left with a red mark and I can instantly see in his expression he didn't mean for it.

"It's nothing you want to see...it's hideous...horrible...Nothing but a sin..." He muttered, sitting farther away from me. He was acting like I did when I first arrived, confused and scared.

I sincerely laughed, " Hey, it...it can't be any worse than all of...these." I said, pointing down at all of the things that should not be on a woman's body. My bruises, cuts, and burns...It's awful.

Nobody should go through the pain I went through, nobody...

He sighed,'' You are still beautiful Jessalyn, I will never be...'' He said, getting up to go and sulk. I didn't give him the chance as I tried to grab on to him, unsure of why.

I had no idea that the cloak would come off when I grabbed him so fiercely, or that I would be so surprised. The material floated off and onto the floor and I tried to stay calm. I grabbed at his shoulders and tried to make him face me. With reluctance, I managed to face him.