Kidnapped

6.

Walking inside, colors of red and black coated the walls. A darker red floored our feet and the ceiling above us.

"So, your favorite color is red?" Without a moment of hesitation, he answered.

"Yes, because it is yours."

I looked back at him, stopping where I stood and questioned his words. Has he seen my room? He noticed the confusion on my face and answered my thought.

"I've seen your room." He looked into my eyes, then looked up at a small window that was built into the upper wall. "From a distance." A grin spread over his lips, and he began to hum. I ignored the fact that I was helpless and I began to drift off, wherever I could take myself that he wouldn't be. I found myself traveling through a hall, his hum in the distance. I eyed what would be called decor to him, portraits of me lined up and framed in gold. Red splashes within the frame, because of course that was my favorite color.

The first picture was of me standing in front of a brick wall, looking up at the sky. I was with Ari, as she was the one who took it. I remember the day as if it was yesterday, and I found myself doing something I never did. I was wishing. Wishing for that day to be alive again, to happen and for me to be there instead of here. I felt breathing on the back of my neck, and goosebumps erupted amongst my skin. I wanted to cry, I wanted to escape reality and just cry. He leaned over and touched his lips to my ear. "Do you like it?"

I felt the hotness build up within my face, and there were tears threatening to spill. I couldn't let myself cry, at least not in front of him. I shook away the feeling, felt the tears simmer down and I turned around with a smile plastered on my face. "It's beautiful."

He grinned, looking pleased with himself. "Yes, it is because it is you." His teeth flashed themselves at me and I just grinned, feeling the tears beginning to rise up again. I stood there underneath his slender build, his height towering over me and his bony hands were twitching. "I'm quite tired, may I sleep?" His teeth hid themselves and a soft smile played his face. "Yes.. Let's sleep in our bed."

Our? I wanted to protest but remembered the feeling of metal against my throat. I did my best to fake my interest in the fact that we were about to be in the same bed. I just hoped he wasn't going to touch me in any type of way. And when we did lay together, he didn't.

Laying across from him, he was on the other side of the bed on his side and his gaze was set on me. There was hints of brown within his gaze, seeing as he wasn't on edge or acting like a sadistic monster. I could feel the tears rising, but this time they were going to spill. I excused myself to the bathroom, and once inside I locked the door.

I eyed everything around me. Almost everything had a lock on it, except for a drawer that contained some toothpaste and a toothbrush. I reached my hand inside of it and felt around, hoping for something else to be in there. I wasn't sure what I was hoping for to be in there, but I felt a box. I clasped the item desperately, pulled back and opened my hand. In my palm, there was a box of floss. Frustrated, I threw it back into the drawer and collasped onto the floor.

Leaning back against the wall, the tears spilled and my body shook with every sob. I placed a hand over my lips to muffle the sobs and I closed my eyes as tightly as I could. I hoped that if I had closed them tight enough that I would fall asleep and wake up with this all being a dream inside of a nightmare. I did fall asleep but unfortunately when I woke up, there was a face in front of mine. It was his face, and this wasn't a dream. This was a nightmare. This was reality. And this man was going to make sure to remind me of it.