Captured and Captivated

Encounter

I felt my eyes flutter open, returning to the world I thought I knew, but everything looked the same.

Dark.

  It was merely pitch black, my eyes adjusting slowly. My hands fly to my head with an immidiate throbing sensation.

  My face burns and the right side of my face seems to be swollen. I look around me dreadfuly and notice I am in a small room.

   I'm on a small matress on the floor and a thin sheet over me. By the small beams of light trying to make the mere oblivion not as empty, I infer it's a wooden shack, who the hell knows where.

  There a rattling outside followed by a click and a chain clanking together.

   Immese amounts of sun pours into the space and I drop my head onto the hard matress.

  Foot steps come trudging towards me. I pretend to be quietly sleeping, hoping not to be touched. Maybe he's just come to kill me, instantly take my life and go. Or he'll take me here, as he thinks I'm unconcious. God I hope a comma wave pulls me under before he can go too far. I desperatly make myself sink into the darkness- drown into the pain.

"Where Is she?" a distant voice grumbles loudly. A shattering crash is heard close as the yelling of my where abouts gets closer. The voice seems to stumble through the door way and into the shack.

"She's still out cold, Hank."  a lighter voice asumes next to me.

"Wake her the fuck up!" he shoutes, his words slurred together and slams his fists to the walls, rattling me. I can feel his ora is enraged. He should probably go to Mrs. Rivers, my cleasner, she does great drumming circles.

She would be dissapointed in me. She's always taught me to rise to the clouds, not sink under the water. She would look at me with her beads and dreads hanging around her face, her blue eyes wide and soft, reminding me to soar.

"Hank, she's unconcious, i just can't shake her out of it." he levely dissmisses him and "Hank" sloppily storms out of my captivity and slams the door with a harsh bang.

The man sighs and takes a seat next to me, pushing my hair away from my face, then runs a finger over my swollen parts. I try not to flinch away from the pain. He slowly inches his face towards me and puts his lips right to my ear.

"I know your concious." he whispers to me and my breath hitches in my throat. I dare not open my eyes, "I'm not going to hurt you."  he adds. My eyes flutter, unsucessful to wash myself under the depression.

My eyes synchronize allowing me to observe his features. Looking him over I take in his big green eyes with hints of brown scattered through them like freckles.  His sleek black hair disheveled atop his head. Though purple bags hung below his eyes I still subtly noted his boyish look. He couldn't be any older than 19.

Thinking back to his voice-  scratchy, deep and used- it doesn't seem to fit what I see in front of me.

He tilts his head to the side slightly as in question to why I haven't spoken. He raises a hand to me and I find myself scattering to the dark corner farthest away from his outreach.

He sighs and let's his hand fall to his side.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He states again. Small specks of sun radiate from his crouched physique.

My vision became blurred slightly as I tried to restrain from crying.

"Shhh no- no please - don't cry, no please." He begged streching out his hand again in another attempt to humanize himself  "Damien" he gestured toward himself but still I sat.

I didn't dare speak or move or allow him to have the tiniest sliver of a concious that this whole situation was okay in the slightest.

After a few minutes of him crouched down in front of my make shift sleeping arrangement, he sighed once more, bowing his head in defeat.

He got up,  brushed himself off and gave me a pity look. I spat at him. I surprised myself but doing so, but I felt emotionaly attacked by his serenity.

I refuse to humanize him by associating him with a name.

He walked out of the shack with a bowed head and light footsteps. The door was slammed shut and latch filed across followed by a clanking of a chain.

And again I eased myself down and desperately drowned myself.

The vain tides wouldn't take me. Too shallow drown me. So my brain wandered off to home.

To parents that probably didn't realize I was missing until late afternoon, assuming they had not caught me before my escapade. To friends that probably thought I went to a secluded beach to watch the waves on my own, as I did on occasion. To the beach, thinking I had abandoned it's beauty for man made art.

As I tried desperatly to hear the waves, tumbling and crashing,  eventually they consumed me- letting me drown in dreams.