A Kidnapper's Dream (Unedited)

-Chapter 20: Paint Our Love-

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-Written By: LovableMonster-

-Chapter 20: Paint Our Love-

(Tell me if I should change it.)

I love Luca, this much I know, at this point. Showing him my body, that was something I've never done for anyone before, ever. I've never even shown anyone in my family my body before and I've always been ashamed to. I've never shown a man my body before, not that I know that many men anyways. Felix, he doesn't count, considering I didn't show him my body and it was before my accident anyways. The marks are what I'm ashamed of.

 I'm not proud of these scars, or these bruises, or these burns, I'm not. If not for Luca I won't be here though, I'd be laying in a pool of blood in the ocean, slowly wasting away. I know I should be proud I have them, because I would've been dead if Luca wasn't there. I try to get my mind off the subject and refocus it on Luca for the time be.

 Maybe I've taken it to fast between us, but I had to show him everything. He was so keen on it, and I just couldn't say no. I wanted to show him my body too, for some strange reason; it just felt right. I wanted him to know what kind of person he loved, fully, and he does. He's proved it in so many ways I just keep refusing it, shaking it out of my mind, and letting out tears to hide the truth behind it all. I try so hard to hide from emotions, especially for a man; this man.

Oh, how a kiss can make all of this happen...Why does love act like this? I wish I knew. Someone tell me if it's true, that love can be like this. This sick love, between a captive and a kidnapper....Who are no longer those things; not anymore. I'm here willingly now.

Luca 's hand drags me to the living room while my heart pounds and I bite my lower lip and he grabs his sack in his other hand and drags it across the wooden floorboards. He's in such a hurry I almost trip over the sack he's dragging about. He seems so happy too, I've never seen him like this before, showing me so much emotion because of what I'm letting him do.

 We return to the bathroom and I sit patiently on the counter, avoiding the sight of the mirror the best I can. This bathroom will never be the same, it will never hold the same memories for us ever again. Luca digs his hands around the sack for a while and then pulls out a few brushes and set of paints. I used to be some what afraid of his art...Especially his art of me, so why am I letting him do this? Because he loves me, and that's a good enough reason I believe.

He puts down his art tools and then brings out his canvas and leans it against the tub for the moment. He walks over to me and looks me in the eye with his red little ones," Are you comfortable with this Jessalyn?'' He asks me and I nod, of course I am, right?

Out of such darkness, I am. Its so strange to see how we've come so far together, when how we started off was so bleak and dark, and so very strange for the both us; I'd like to believe.. My heart starts racing at this point and he presses a hand to my chest and smiles,'' It's alright to be nervous Jessalyn.'' He looks at me and tries to be gentle, to be a gentleman, but I can tell he can't keep from his excitement of seeing my body again.

Luca puts down his hand and I let my red dress fall to the floor. Now, this is different, this is not an act to see if he loves me for everything I have and what little I have, this is an act of love. I know how much it means to Luca, and I don't want to disappoint him again...He's done so much for me, that I should starting acknowledging it more, I really should.

I step out of the dress, which I dressed up in for the day; more like the hour. It's silly, what I'm doing, but at the same time it's not. It's beautiful to think that he thinks I'm beautiful, when I don't even think it. When he's the only one in the world who thinks it and loves me for it. I need to wake up and face that, so I'm doing this. I'm doing this, for him, to paint our love. To show him that he matters to me.