In a quick flash, he pressed me up against the fridge, his hip bones digging into my abdomen. I tried my hardest not to yelp but his hip bones were like sharp knives. I took a sharp breath and turned my head the right as far as it would go to avoid his gaze. I noticed his dog happily munching away on the food I had made just moments before. If only he knew… If only he knew how awful and cruel his owner really was.
Just then I felt his fingertips go to my hips and slowly a pain grew as he dug his fingernails into my flesh. My breathing started to quicken and my chest started heaving rapidly. He brought his hand up to my face and stroked my face gently but the only thing I noticed was the small amount of blood under his fingernails.
I couldn’t control the disgust that was building inside me. He stroked my cheek and I looked up into his cold, brown eyes and I felt myself become more terrified than I’ve ever been in my life. I looked up avoiding his gaze and willing myself to calm down because he was probably enjoying every second of my small, but unbearable agony.
“Have you figured out why you’re here yet?” What?! Of course I haven’t figured it out! I’ve been here what? Two days? Three? I’m not exactly a genius so of course I haven’t freakin’ figured it out! I looked down and met his gaze that seemed to soften just a bit. “You probably think I’m some psycho who just takes women when he sees them and kills them, right?”
I didn’t answer him; I just looked at him because I wasn’t really expecting him to say anything this…open. “My dad used to bring women home; women just like you too. They were gorgeous, had beautiful hair, and were feisty. I remember seeing him with these women and just thinking they were his girlfriends. What else is a seven year old supposed to think? Until one day, I saw him take this girl out to the backyard.”
“I thought maybe they were just going to play or game but I saw him throw her against the barn that we kept the tools in. Then I thought they were just fighting but when he threw her on the ground and picked up his axe…I finally figured it out.” His eyes turned angry again and his eyebrows scrunched together. “He laughed the entire time he chopped her and I hated him. But years later, I wanted to know why he got such a rush from it and that’s why I took you. But now I can’t even consider it. You’re too…different.”
This definitely shocked me. I met his eyes and they were so vulnerable it sent chills down my spine yet almost awkward. He actually looked humane and decent, not like the cruel side that was still new to me. His fingers that were painfully digging into me turned gentle and he was no longer leaning against me with force. If this were a different situation, I might’ve kissed him on the cheek or hugged him but right now I was just frozen.
I don’t know if it was still from fear or the tiny sliver of compassion I now had for him. I swallowed and looked down at his hands. They were slowing rubbing soothing circles into the fresh scratches. It almost felt nice but the panic that had slowly faded was now rushing to the surface. He was getting back into the state of mind he had when he almost tried to rape/have sex with me. I’m still confused on that.
“Liam…Wha-what are you doing?” He leaned forward and placed his forehead against mine and I closed my eyes to avoid his stare. “I feel lonely.” Oh man, oh man oh man. When a guy says that, it leads to either a kiss or sex. Most of the time it’s option number two. I wasn’t ready for that. I really wasn’t. I’m still a virgin! This is not how I want my first time to be.
His hands travel lower towards my bum and on instinct from years of defending myself against pigs; I ripped his hands off my waist. I felt like giving him a piece of my mind but then what he said earlier flashed into my mind. He said if I tested him once, I was back in the cold, damp basement and he was going to bring the knife out. I looked around awkwardly and said, “Um, your fingers were causing my hips to sting. Sorry.” He smirked at my lame ending and nodded but kept glancing at me.
