Kidnapped

Quite the dilemma

 Imagine my disapointment when James refused to have sex with me again, because of my injuries. Sure, I probably had a couple of broken ribs or something, but I´m sure I could´ve handeled it. And so I told him, night after night, but he just smiled at me and told me to be patient.

Being patient was not at all easy, since he would kiss me and touch me whenever he got the chance. Just small, feather soft kisses that made me ache all over after him. I was so annoyed with him, which just seemed to amuse him.

Two weeks past and, even though he was holding back because of my injuries, it was the happiest two weeks of my life. James was wonderful towards me, treating me like a princess, and my love for him just grew. Denim Guy and Ginger Guy didn´t come down as much. Instead Denim Guy number two, and somebody I named Old Ugly, came down with our food.

In a way, Number two and Old Ugly was better. They never hit us and they never kicked us. On the other hand, they looked at me in a way that Denim Guy and Ginger Guy never did. James, especially, noticed this and was repulsed by it. Every time they looked at me it felt like they were undressing me with their eyes, and it made me uncomfortable. They never touched me though.

"Oh, wait, wait", James yelled out and made me giggle. "My mom´s homemade applepie. No one beats mommie´s pies!"

We were telling each other things that we missed from the outside. I was talking about family and friends, while he just kept going on and on about food. Especially his mother´s food. I couldn´t help but laugh at him as I could almost see him start to drool.

"I´m really surprised that you´re in such a great shape if you like to eat as much as you like talking about it", I laughed at him and he playfully hit me over the arm.

"I work out like crazy, that´s how", he smirked at me. "And, of course, I control myself, if I know I´m having a big part in a movie coming up. But I will never learn to turn down my mother´s cooking. Damn, that woman knows how to cook. When we get out of here, you´ve got to met her. She´s going to love you! I know I do."

It still made me blush every time he said that to me, and I couldn´t quite believe that it was true. He actually loved me. And I loved him, with all my heart.

"It´s your turn, Mandie", he told me and playfully hit me over the arm again. "What more do you miss from the outside?"

I thought about it for a while, then I turned towards him with a wicked, bright smile. "My grandfather´s cooking", I told him. "Damn, that man can cook!"

He burst out laughing, taking me into his arms, holding me tight against his chest. I started to giggle like crazy as he tickled my sides, making me squirm. He kissed my neck and my mouth. My whole body felt weak in his strong arms.

That´s when the door opened over our heads and we let go of each other. We didn´t want to get caught. We didn´t want to share our relationship with anyone else.

I was surprised to see Ginger Guy coming down to see us. It had been a while since he last came down. He just told us to follow him upstairs, so we did. As usuall, my stomach turned upside down with fear of what was coming. Sure, they hadn´t hurt us for a while, but I was not convinced. I was scared as hell.

With bags over our heads, we once again walked with Ginger Guy between us, no idea of where we were going.

Then we found ourselves outside of the shower room again, forced to take of our clothes in front of him again. This time, James apeared to be a little bit more protective over me, which I really enjoyed. We walked into the room and Ginger Guy shut th door behind us. This time I didn´t curl up to a ball and cry.

Me and James looked hungrily at each other, knowing that, even though we really needed it, we would do a lot of other things besides showering. The next second I was in his arms, my mouth on his, my hands all over his body. And his hands where all over my body as well. It had been to long ...

A while later we were laying on the floor, sweaty and tired, in desperate need of a shower. He was still on top of me, his head resting on my chest. I had my hands in his hair, running my fingers through his thick curls. Suddenly I got an aching desire to have him do the same to me. To feel his hands through my hair, to feel his soft touch as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I really miss my hair", I sighed and he laughed, kissing my right breast. I giggled and he pushed himself up on his elbows and looked down on me.

"It´s longer now", he told me and lightly brushed his hand over my stubble. "I bet you will have it back within a year or two. If it makes you feel any better, you should know that I think you look great in short hair. Beautiful even."

He leaned in and kissed me on my wanting lips and I sighed against them. But there was this uneasy feeling inside of me. It hurt to think about the future. Maybe we wouldn´t even be alive in a year or two. Maybe my hair would never grow back. And in a way I really mised it. My brown, annoying curls. They were a part of me, and I wanted them back.

There was this other thing that had been stuck on my mind for a while. What would happen if we ever got out? What would happen with my relationship with James? Down in the basement, there was no rules. It didn´t matter if he was twenty years older than me. We loved each other and that was all that mattered. James and I were equals and everything was allowed.

In the real world however, age difference matter. In the real world I was just a High School student and he was a moviestar, every girl´s wet dream. Society would never allow the love we felt for each other.

I put my arms around him and ignored the painful tug at my heart. "Maybe we should shower. That´s why we´re here after all.", he said with a sweet smile and my heart did a little flip in my chest, just like it allways did every time he smiled.

As we showered I realized something. When I watched him rub the shampoo in hs hair I thought about all the horrible things we had been through for the past months. All the beatings and torture. But I also thought about all the great things that had happened to us. The friendship we shared and how it had grown into so much more. More than I ever thought possible.

What I realized was that my biggest desire was to be free. To be free of the hell I was living in. It was also to never get free. To be stuck in hell, with James, forever.