I love the Ocean.
I am one with the waves that crash against my beating heart.
The love of my flawed life couldn't even compare to my love for the salty waters.
But as the strange man before me caresses my body with the tip of his knife, I know for a fact not a single Ocean can save me now.
"I-I just want to go home!"
Home, where my abusive husband dwells each day. Spending each night with empty, broken beer bottles and expired aspirin containers.
"Home? You are home my love. With me."
He speaks delicately to me. Each word rolling off his tongue.
The contrast of his silky voice and the touch of the sharp knife digging into my tired skin is unbearable.
"Would you like to be my wife? Daddy says I need a new wife."
A sharp stab of pain shoots through my abdomen from the knife. I let out a blood curdling scream. A sound I didn't believe I was capable of making.
"Please, sir I'm begging you. I don't know what you want, just please."
"Answer the question."
Silence.
Another sharp stab.
Another despicable scream.
Hours pass. Too many hours. He continued to ask me the same question and repeat the same statement. But I was incapable of answering him due to the fact that my mouth was too busy screaming and crying for help.
Abruptly, he stops. The knife sticks into my naked thigh as he lifts his eyes to mine.
"I'm bored now."
"P-please, what have I done to deserve this pain?"
He glares at me intensely.
"Have you not learned your lesson? First you refuse to say you love me, then you want to leave, and now your questioning me?"
He twists the knife within my thigh even deeper.
The pain is so intense, screaming is no longer an option to react. My head snaps back, and my eyes flutter closed, but I am not quite unconscious.
He rips the knife out slowly, and grabs my hair so we're looking directly into each other's eyes.
"She never came back. She left me forever and I was still waiting for her."
He releases my hair and proceeds to wipe down the knife off with his bare hands. His chest heaves with energy.
His pure grey eyes were no longer pure grey eyes but a magnificent shade of blue. Comparable to the ocean.
"I didn't want you to leave me like she did," he breathed out, slowly.
His lip trembled. He was vulnerable. Not as vulnerable as I, but vulnerable enough emotionally.
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't k-know. That's absolutely horrifying."
He looks down at his hands. The hands that are stained with my blood.
He nods, swallowing.
"I forgive you my love."
His eyes meet my own for a moment, pain and regret flickers across his face. His eyes travel down my naked and bloody body. I shake with fear of what's next to occur.
"Why don't you love me?"
Silence.
"I have a husband, my darling."
"But he doesn't love you. You don't love him. Love me instead. I'll take care of you. I won't hurt you. You know that my love, right?"
His eyes gaze into mine intensely, his blue eyes sparkle with power.
My heart skips a beat. I have and opportunity to free myself right here and now.
"I suppose I love you more than him."
His lips twitch.
"You are caring and sweet. You loved even before you knew me right? You matter so much more than him."
He lets out a laugh. His laugh is cold and humorless. It shakes my broken bones to the core.
"I've always known you my love. Ever since you moved near the ocean all that time ago, I knew you were the one for me. You were so beautiful and gentle. You were already mine."
He steps so close to me so our noses are nearly touching. His warm breath gives me shivers. It's the only warmth I've revived besides the warm blood that is pouring down my sides.
He takes my shackled hand, grabs my finger roughly and rips off my diamond studded ring from my ring finger.
"You were already mine."
