Hunted

Is It..Kosher?

*Dimitri's POV*

     "I've got something for you." I heard someone call out. I looked around, trying to find the source but it was useless. My eyes couldn't penetrate through the suffocating darkness that surrounded me. I heard shuffling, and had to shield my eyes as light flooded in through a curtain that had just been thrown open. I was sitting on the hard ground; my hands and feet bound together by sturdy metal chains attached to the concrete wall behind me. There is no way to tell what time it is so I have no idea how long I've been here. "I said I've got something for you. Do you want it or not?" the man who kidnapped me repeated. "What do you want?" I sneered, refusing to answer his question. "What I want doesn't matter right now. You'll find out soon enough. Now, I'm only gonna ask you one more time. Do you want it?" he repeated. I spat on the ground and yelled, "I don't want anything you have. Let me go or I'll kill you!" He laughed, infuriating me.. "Kill me huh? Trust me, you'd be doing me a favor. But I'm not ready to die yet so I'm afraid that just won't work." he smirked and turned to leave. "Oh, just in case you get hungry..." he added and placed a bowl on the floor in front of me and left, whistling to himself the whole way out.

I scoffed and shoved the bowl away from me. I didn't want anything this man had to offer. I twisted my arm, trying to see if the cuffs were loose enough for me to slip out. No such luck of course. Who is this man? Why did he kidnap me and is he the one who took Lacey? All these questions raced through my mind but all I could do was guess at his identity and intentions. I looked around trying to find anything I could use as a tool to pick the locks on my cuffs and free myself. The room was barren, not even a chair present so that idea was shot down pretty fast. I sat completely still for what seemed like hours, contemplating how to escape but every plan I came up with had a fatal flaw. I'm stuck here, at the mercy of the man who kidnapped me and I can't stand it.

As much as I hate to admit, I'm pretty hungry. My stomach is cramping, protesting the lack of food and my head's starting to swim. I really don't want to eat anything given to me by my kidnapper but I don't have a choice. I stretched out as far as I could, the tips of my fingers barely reaching the bowl. I hooked my finger and pulled it to me, wary of what it was gonna be. It looked like a stew of some kind, maybe soup, who knows. I inhaled deeply, the smell of carrots and meat intoxicating. I swirled the contents around, carefully inspecting it to make sure I wouldn't get a nasty surprise if I starting eating it. It looked harmless to me so I took a bite. The taste was exquisite,  unlike anything I had ever eaten before. I couldn't quite place what the meat was, but it was really good nonetheless. I waited a few minutes just to make sure it wasn't poisoned or anything. When nothing happened, I quickly scarfed the rest down. I wasn't full, but at least I wasn't sick from hunger anymore. I laid my head against the wall and fell into a restless slumber.

"I see you liked it. Want more?" he asked, startling me out of my sleep. I blinked, trying to focus my eyes. He was sitting across from me, his dark eyes alight with excitement. "Who are you? At least tell me your name..please." I asked. He thought for a moment then replied, "Alex. My name's Alex. Now do you want more or not?" I struggled with how to reply. On one hand, I was pretty hungry still. On the other, I didn't trust him. My stomach growled, and I cursed under my breath. He chuckled and slid another bowl to me, careful not to get close enough for me to grab him. I sat there for a few minutes, hoping he would leave but he didn't. Eventually, my hunger won and I grabbed the bowl and starting eating just as quickly as I had the first time. I could feel his eyes on me, watching every move I made. When the bowl was empty, I sat it back down and glanced over at him. He was staring at me, his expression unreadable. "Did you like it? I made it myself." he asked. I didn't answer at first, not sure where he was going with this. "Did you like the meat? It's special, just for you." he added, his face breaking into a grin that made my skin crawl. "Special? How?" I asked, unsure whether I really wanted to know the answer or not. " Wasn't it obvious?" he smirked and rose to his feet. He walked to the door and opened it. "It was your dear Rose. Couldn't let her go to waste now could we?" he said and left, slamming the door behind him. I could feel my stomach turn, the vile contents spilling to the floor. No..it couldn't be. I just..no.. "Why you sick bastard?!" I screamed, hoping this was all just a bad dream and I would wake up any moment.