The Special One

Who Is He?

Maddie Washers P.O.V.

    I slowly opened my eyes. There was a black clothed man standing there looking down at me through the holes in his black mask. "Good morning beautiful," he said with his deep brown eyes pouring into my soul. "Where am I," I asked while starting to slowly sit up. "What happened?" He took a deep breath before saying, "Sweetie, some really horrid people didn't want us to be together so we moved out here remember? I saved us from those people." "I don't remember that. Last thing I remember was I was on the phone with Detective Amanda Williams," I paused. "Wait a second. You're the person who kidnapped me aren't you?!" I started panicking. He stared at me with his dark brown eyes, then walked out of the cell that I am in and shut the large iron gate behind him. He locked the door.
"Maddie I love you."
"Who are you?" I asked before I could even process what he had just said. "I'm your true love," he said with such sincerness and passion that it started to make me sick to the stomach. "How can you be my true love if I don't even know who you are?" He threw a frustrated punch into the metal door. His knuckles started turning the ugliest black and blue color that I had ever seen.
"Maddie lets make a deal. Everytime that you deny me I will kill one of those poor helpless younger versions of you from back when I first fell in love with you."
"Please don't, they did nothing wrong!"
"Do you love me?"
"I don't even know who you are! You kidnapped me! How could I possibly love someone who is trying to do me harm?"
"That's it!" He clenched his fists up and  stormed into the other side of the jail room.
"Ahh!" I heard screams coming from the other side of the jail room. He stood in front of the iron gates that separate us. He was holding a girl by the collar who looked terrified out of her mind in his strong bold fists.
"You see her Maddie? This piece of manure is going to go rot in hell because of you. She is never going to be able to say goodbye to her dearest loved ones and children all because you won't tell me that you love me!"
"I love you! I love you," I screamed at him. "Please don't kill her, she's done nothing wrong! I love you!"
"Now you're just saying that to save her skin." He opened the gray metal door and threw her in the neverending black pitless room. He slammed the door shut and I started to cry.
I could hear the loud agonizing screams of torture coming from the room. I pressed my ear up against the left wall and tried to hear something. The sound was muffled and almost inaudible due to the horrific screams of pain she cried.
    After a good half hour of listening to him beat her on the other side of the door, he finally came out of the room. "Oh sweetheart that was fun! I would prefer not to ever have to kill someone again. It's just 3 simple words- I love you. How hard is it to say 3 words, my darling?"
    "I don't even know who you are," my voice started trembling with fear.
    "Don't be afraid. I would never in a million years dream of harming a single little hair on that perfect body of yours." He stared at me only for a moment longer then walked away.
    That perfect body of yours, kept repeating in my head. I couldn't get the image of his brown eyes staring at me with endless sincere love out of my mind.
I felt disgusting. This guy was telling me how much he loved me but yet I didn't even know who he was. If he really loved me why wouldn't he just tell me what I want to know? I felt so invaded when I woke up and he was just looking down at me like I was the juiciest piece of meat in the world. Sure it's sweet that he would do this much for someone he loves, but its just terrifying to think that he knows every little thing about me and I only know that he has brown eyes and a to die for kind of voice.