The Stalker of Her Nightmares

Chapter 4: The Caged One

July 8th, 2:35 pm

     The reporters had surrounded the car, they were practically screaming at me to reveal everything. How my parents had sold me to a murderer, how a supposedly ruthless man had taken me in after I ran, how my brother broke into the house to get me out of the actual town, how said brother then died because someone I considered close revealed everything to my father.

"All will be revealed to the one she chose, no one else. You know the rules.", the guard said before getting into the car. He looked at me through the mirror, as if asking me if I was okay back there. When I nodded,  he looked back down and started to drive away from the hospital. I looked outside when the flashes faded and thought back to the night I upsetted Verboten enough for his true nature to be revealed.

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October 27th

I was looking out the window again. Staring at the dark house far away, I wonder who lived there. Mr- I mean, darling as he wanted me to say, said that a man of great fear and danger lived there. He must be better than darling is. Anyone would be better than darling. "Constance, why are you staring out the window again?", he said behind me, as his arms wrapped around me once again. He nipped at my neck, making me lurch from his arms. He growled and forced me back to him. "I know that this isn't ideal, my love, but stop being so difficult.", he said, before turning to the t.v. that was on. "Sor-"

"Don't talk while the t.v. is on.", he said, seeming to grow more frustrated with me. I nodded and just sat next to him. I didn't want to upset him in fear of what could happen. I looked at the handprint once again and felt the tears begin to fall. I heard a groan and quickly silenced my whimpers. "Good girl, finally learning her place.", he said before patting my head. I just took it even though it was too hard and made my head hurt.

After whatever was on was over, I felt his lips on my neck. He was hungry for my body again. I just did what was routine. I blocked out what was actually going on and imagined what life was like before this. Playing with my brother on video games and discussing what subjects were flying around this week. Talking to my neighbors about school and what their pets are doing. That was until she felt a slap on her face. "If I knew you were gonna just be like a dead fish, I wouldn't have bothered putting up with you.", he said for the seventh time since I had been here. I though he was done and began putting my clothes back on.

But he grabbed my wrist and I saw a wicked look in his eyes. It frightened me deeply especially when he got up and led me to the door to the basement. When he opened it, I nearly wretched at the smell. "What's down there?", I said aloud.

"My friends body along with his families. I think some days down here is needed for you to begin to behave properly.", he said so calmly that I thought he was joking. I smelled again and realized that he wasn't. I began screaming and begging to not go there but he didn't care. He threw me in and locked the door and I slammed my fists on the door, screaming to be let out. 

I heard the tv get turned up and just began to weep and gag as the smell affected me. I was scared to turn around as my eyes were beginning to adjust to the darkness. I didn't want to see dead bodies, I didn't want to see how he slaughtered them. I finally just slumped against the door and closed my eyes, praying like I had been for days. I prayed for my brother to be okay, I prayed that someone would find me then I looked up at the ceiling and whispered one that I didn't want to be heard by Verboten. "If I am to die here, then just take me now.", I said softly, then I felt a rush of courage to turn around. When I did so and I saw a window that was large enough for me to shimmy through.

Except that underneath it was a pile of dead bodies. They made a big enough pile that I could reach the window. I weeped again and begged for another way. God didn't hear me that time but I did see a knife in a block of wood. It was either climb over the bodies or kill myself. I went down the stairs and grabbed the knife from the block then turned to the window. "He said a few days. I have a few days. I can find a way then right?", I questioned the lifeless bodies. They said nothing back but I knew what I had to do. I looked at the door and sent another pray to God that he won't hear me or see me.