My eye lids droop as my head slowly falls forward, My hair hidding my cold face, jolting My head back I force my eyes to stay open, I cant fall asleep.
My back rests againts the freezing stone wall as my arms craddle my body for warmth, Ive been down here for what feels like years, in reality four or five days atleast.
Harold Comes down every few hours to check on me, bringing me food and water but I refuse to touch it. Theres no telling what that monster could have snook into it, drugging me to fullfill his needs.
I tilt my head back against the wall looking up at the dark ceiling, my body begging for sleep to come. Listening to the rattling weather outside, Loud claps of thunder echo through out the once silent room. Although I dont mind, Some times to much time alone can drive a person insane.
Just as I allow my eyes to flutter close the large metal door pulls open, light filling the room.
I hold my hands up to cover my eyes, loud foot steps thump closer and closer untill they stop infront of me.
Lowering my hand, I squint my eyes up at him, He stares back with a blank expression.
"How are you feeling my love?" He smiles, threading his fingers through his dark hair.
"t-t-tired" I stutter, my thoat burning for anything liquid to heal the thirst.
"Are you ready to be a good girl for me?" He asks bending down, his rough hand caressing my jaw.
"Y-Yes S-Sir" I look into his dark eyes fading to a dark shade of green. A smirk appears on his lips and he leans in closer.
"thats my girl" he proudly kisses my lips, unlocking the chain around my sore leg, revealing deep bloody marks around my swollen ankle.
His arms hook under me, keeping me close to his chest as my legs dangle over his left arm, the right arm holding my back.
He kisses the top of my head over and over again untill we reach the top of the stairs, he opens the door with ease shutting it back with his foot.
"w-what time is i-it" I sheepishly ask looking up at him through my lashes.
"Half past 9 Sweet heart" he replys carrying me up the old creaky steps, taking me to his room. I look out the window seeing the dark sky, the stars shine. My head lays againts his solid chest in my weakend state.
He opens his bedroom door and shuts it behind him, walking me to a door inside his room, leading to a bathroom.
He sets me down on the counter walking over to the bath, running the crystal water filling the pearly white tub.
I watch his every move like a little child, Taking in his every detail. His messy dark brown hair, His facial hair growing back needing a shave, all black adore his body besides his brown boots.
My eyes dance over to the mirror infront of me, My lip quivers at the sight, A broken girl stares back emotionlessly. She is brunette like me, with a narrow face like I, but she Is more pale like paper and reaks of vulnerable, she cant possibly be me.
Dark circles form under my eyes, my hair a mess and my body covered in dirt. Shaking I cross my fraile arms around my torso, hugging myself.
"The water is nice and warm baby, You can eat after your bath" he tells me, putting a white fluffy towel on the counter beside me. "Come on love"
He places his extremely large hands on my hips pulling me off the counter, setting me down. My wobbly legs carry me over to the old circled tub.
I turn to harold waiting for him to leave so I can get in. He looks at me biting his bottom lip with crossed arms and a tapping foot. "Well? get in"
