Not such a frantastic life

begging

"Help!" I screamed, but nearly automatically regretting it. As soon as the the word left my mouth, my headache became a migraine. My head is already bleeding from the corner on my left side. I've had cotton mouth for about a hour or so. I was broken out of my thoughts by a dark shadow crossing the room, coming closer to me.

"Who the fuck are you?" I called angrily across the room.

"I don't think you should be cursing at me Ms Lydia Rose." the now, male, shadow said standing in the same dark corner so that I can't see him. His tall frame was very, very intimidating, but thanks to Connor I know how to defend myself in a physical altercation. Hopefully it will not come down to that.

"Could you tell me where I am?"

"You're home Lydia. You're finally home." The man said stepping out of the corner and into the, somewhat, lit part of the murky, cold basement. Me seeing him, seeing the boy. Old enough to drive but young enough not to have scruff on his face. He had dark features. A dark chocolate brown hair color. Dark bags to match his dark eyes. But his complexion was lighter than his features.

"I'm not home you maniac."

"You really don't know when to shut your fucking mouth do you?" He said in a rough loud voice. His face didn't match his voice. His voice was some kind of soothing, but he had a face like a crazy predator.

My body sunk on the cold floor, terrified for what this oversized guy could do to me. Beat me. Rape me. Kill me. When he had seen how his words effected me, a twisted chuckle came from his lips and a demonic smile afterwards."See. We both can yell and be mean Lydia."

"You look so beautiful right now Lydia. No, beautiful isn't right. You look sexy. So fucking sexy." He said biting his lip while his shit colored eyes scanned my bruised, reviled body.

"But before I do what I want to do, let's get you showered up babe." His hands were around my waist in mere seconds, pulling me up from the cold concrete floor. His big, clammy hands lead me up the stairs. Soon we came across a room, what I assumed was a bathroom.

"Go ahead. I'll be in there in a few." He said slapping my backside, letting his meaty hand linger for a few seconds.

I stepped into the bathroom. A white toilet with a white stone toilet lid sat in front of me. A wooden sink with three toothbrush and a tube of Colgate toothpaste rested inside of a cup, for rising I suspected. To my right was a huge shower. It could fit at least four people in it. I know I shouldn't be this calm, but if I want to get out of here alive, I need to. I sat in the toilet, trying to recap what had happened to me. Nothing. Absolutely nothing came to mind. A firm knock on the door scares the piss out of my body. The man from earlier comes out from the other side.

"Why aren't you in yet?" He asked sternly.

"Because I don't know how to work it. And I don't have any clothes."

"I'll turn it on for you, and grab you some of my clothes." He said walking towards the shower and twisting the handle to the right, nearly going in a circle.

"Is this alright?" He questioned, gesturing towards the water. I got up from where I was and tried out the water.

"Yeah, it's fine."

"Okay, I'll be back in two minutes."

I quickly got undressed and got into the warm shower water. Herbal shampoo and conditioner rested on the rack on the shower head. On a small ledge, there was woman's dove body wash and a pink Venus razor. Why does he know what shower products I use?

"I'm back Lydia." he called from outside of the shower curtain. I remained silent, only to listen to what he was going to do next. A zipper. He is unzipping his pants. He's going to get in with me. Just as my thought came to be my reality, the light blue shower curtain was pulled back, reviling him. His body was muscular. As I remember, I was showering. Naked. My arms flew to my chest to cover up my body.