No Escape.

The Beginning Ends

How does it feel when you're with me? Do you love me like I love you? Did you ever love me?
I've been running since 8:09 p.m. precisely. I know so clearly because I remember looking at the time that displayed on the stove once I was finish doing what I was doing. Or should I say, what was being done to me...
I finally stopped at a local gas station to purchase a bottle of water. Once I made my way in, the chill of the store hit me as hard as a truck. I instantly grew uncomfortable, but quickly remembered why I came in there in the first place being that I haven't had a meal since yesterday afternoon. I made my way through the isles and caught sight of the water, also catching sight of someone else.
His eyes were the first thing that caught my attention, being that he was as dark as night because of the shadows in the far corner. His eyes were a milk white. Whitest thing I believe I've ever seen in my life, but they were beautiful in their own kind of way. However the color of his piercing iris were molted black, which almost were too familiar to me. Almost as black as the atmosphere around him so it looked like white circle shapes floating on a platform of an almost 6'3 possibly 250 lb man standing in front of me with tight hands.
Debating on whether my life or this water was more important, I dropped the thought of the water and suddenly a boast of energy jolted through me like I just downed 3 five hour energy shots all at the same time. As if on que, the strange man came running after me. Like an Olympic track and field champion, I ran as if my life depended on it.. because it did.
     Suddenly I felt a tight, painful sensation that centered in the middle of my head then I instantly jerked back towards the dark man. Realizing that he had pulled me by my long, honey braids, I felt defeated and sighed simply because I was tired. So tired of the bad things happening; I was absolutely exhausted so I just let tonight's events take its course, mentally preparing myself for the worst to come. 
                Once he realized I was done with putting up a fight, he picked me up and chucked me over his strong, broad shoulder after duck taping my hands and feet together. Faced down towards his black sweatshirt, I fought the urge to look around simply because I felt as if there was no need to. I had given up all helping hope of someone ever coming to find me, let alone save me from what was to come. I couldn't help to notice a musky smell though that attached to the dark man. It wasn't at all a bad smell. It was actually very appealing and resembled a familiar cologne which frightened me more than it excited me to know that I knew exactly who it was.
Questions bombarded my mental, wondering exactly how was this possible. How could it be that the very man I ran away from less than 4 hours ago was here physically and to make matters worst has captured me again. The sudden burning sensation in my eyes didn't surprise me at all thinking of what I'd have to endure all over again for the last 17 years of my unbearable, unholy life.
             If I ever thought what I did before I ran away was the most unforgiving thing, then what I'm going to have to do to get out of the situation and to prevent it from ever happening again is going to send me straight to the gates of hell... and right now, I'd do anything just so this would never happen to me or anyone else again.