Misery

Chapter 2

I hugged my knees tightly to my chest as I laid on the flat bed, curled into a ball to keep my body heated. All I could hear in my mind was my kidnapper's dark voice, repeating, like a reel. “Sleep tight.”  I felt tears flow down my cheeks, drying on my skin because I had no care to wipe them away. No explanation would've been good enough to explain why I was the victim of this; to take me away from my home and life... there was no way to let this go. I felt time tick slowly past me, like I have spent years here, but this was the first out of many long nights to come. I gasped as I heard the lock come undone on the door, then so hear the slow creak of the hinges, finally opening to show the man yet again, the fabric covering his face like before.

"Stand up." said the monotone voice.

I said nothing as I stayed where I was, my knees planted against my chest, my arms cradling my legs against me to stay warm. I felt my body lightly shake from the breeze that flowed in from outside of this prison anyone would call a room. I opened my eyes past the gathering tears, seeing him stand at the doorway. He kept a horrific gaze on me, like his dark eyes were burning against me. My body only shivered more as the dark form paced towards me, his feet almost banging against the cold, hard ground. I felt two strong hands release my arms from my bent legs, letting more cold air hit the surface of whatever exposed skin I had. I gasped as the hands gripping my hips, lifting me off the bed with ease. I was then set down on the ground, my shoes lightly squeaking against the concrete on the harsh floor.

"Do what I tell you and this won't be as hard." He said to me, towering over me.

I looked up at his evil eyes, holding my arms around my chest, lightly shivering at the low temperature of the room. I stood still as I watched him walk to the door, bending down to grab something I couldn't see. Now would've been the perfect time to make my escape, but no windows and only one exit made it very challenging to make any plans. He then stood up straight yet again, pacing to me like he did before. I looked down at the grey concrete below my feet, suddenly feeling something thick on my shoulders. I looked to my arm to see a black, wool blanket, draping over me with a sudden warmth against my exposed arms. I looked up at him confused before I saw him set down a loaf of white bread on the thin sheet of my bed. I lightly gasped, knowing that this was the first trace of food I have seen all night. I said nothing as I rushed to my bed, sitting on it as I unwrapped the loaf, ripping pieces to pop into my mouth.

"What's your name?" the low voice asked.

Though the voice was dark and sinister, I couldn’t help but notice how young it sounded. By the sound, I knew that he couldn't have been older than 25. I felt the bits of bread on my tongue, though it wasn't stale, it was flavorless. Even though the lack of taste, I needed my stomach filled. I chewed through the pieces, feeling the blanket warm me faster than I could've on my own. My shivers disappeared as I swallowed the bread, almost feeling it go to my stomach. I took a breath before I looked down at the loaf laying on my crossed legs.

"Eden." I muttered, bringing my gaze to his.

He looked me up and down, as if matching my name to my appearance. I looked hesitant as he scanned me from my dark hair to my pale legs. I then unwrapped the loaf again, ripping off a bigger bite for me to chew. I popped it into my mouth, trying to find flavor as I chewed, looking down at my lap. I leaned my back against the hard wall, no longer being cold to me, thanks to the thick blanket. I then finally looked up at him again, trying to see any kind of expression.

"What is your name?" I asked with a tinge of fear.

He brought his gaze to me, as if shocked by my curiosity. I sat quietly as I chewed on the bread, watching his hands slowly rise. He took his time to untie the fabric from over his face, taking it down. I watched him ball the fabric in his large hand as he shoved it into his pocket. I then looked up at his face, taking in the youthful details of his pale face, his forest green eyes… he was beautiful. His hand slowly pulled back the hood covering his head, my eyes around the pile of volumous curls that swept across the top of his head. He kept his hands at his sides as he looked at me, watching me stare at him. He then took a step towards me, making my whole body tense just by his presence alone.

"Harry." He said lowly, standing right before me.

His name fit his appearance and I didn't need a minute or two to add that up in my mind. I looked up at him as he stared me down. His brought his hands to his knees, slowly bending down in front of me. He could probably sense my shaking as his hand slowly went to the side of my neck, most likely feeling the fast pulse of my heart from my veins. His green eyes were almost glued to my expression, taking in the fear I had for him. I felt his warm, large hand on my skin, seeing his eyes on mine. I bite on my lower lip nervously, looking in his eyes as he slowly leaned closer, making me shake all the more. His face was about an inch from mine as he came close.

"Are you scared of me, Eden?" He whispered.

I shook lightly as he got close to me, feeling his warm breath against my cheek. I couldn't help but gather tears in my eyes, some slowly falling down my cheeks, making him stay silent. His hand released me, his form slowly rising to be straight again. He looked down at me before he walked to the door again. He slowly turned around, crossing his arms as I sat completely still. I heard my stomach call to me so I tore another piece of bread. I looked away from him as I chewed, my hand wiping tears from my skin. I then slowly looked up again to see him stare at me eat.

"How about a tour of your new home?" He rose an eyebrow.

I had no choice, no say, no way out. I had no idea where I was, nor how far I could go on my own. I was speechless as I slowly rose to my feet, setting the bread down on my bed for later. I gripped the blanket, wrapping it tighter around me as I took a few weak steps towards my captor. Once I got to the door, I thought I could run, but that was until I felt Harry's hand place itself on my back, making me quiver. I knew I couldn't escape... not now at least. I took a step out, walking down a long hall with his touch on me, only making me feel like this was less of a home but more of a prison that I was stuck inside of.