The Stalker Eye

Hiding

A week has passed and i'm finally feeling better. Few of my wounds are healed but still my forehead bruise hasn't healed. I'm able to walk properly but yet i'm still scared and worried for Steven. I haven't seen him for a week. His last words and the image of him smiling is still clear in my mind like it happened yesterday. I wish I could go back in time and reverse the time to when we were at home and he was kissing me and I was teasing him. I still don't know in which part of world I am and who is this stranger it feels like i'm trapped the only thing that is better is the comfy bed and  good food and the medicines he provides me everyday. For a week we didn't communicate at all and just some words exchanged like Okay, thanks and have you eaten?  but mostly I would not choose to communicate exchanging nothing and he wouldn't in return but things are going to be changed from now on wards. I'm almost healthy and he said I can go home and can meet Steven. This is my chance. I'm going to leave this room.

I quickly put on some large sweater and a skin sheer tights. That he bought for my stay here which is creepy. I wanted to get out of here so many times but I couldn't. I tried. I failed. My injuries and hurt won't let me.

After putting on clothes I try to open the door bingo it opens. Usually he locks it as for my safety purpose that is what he says. I'm astonished by the house interior modern and lavish but gives a home vibe. I tip toe so he won't hear me but before I realize it that i'm new in this house and its huge. I'm lost with corridors and rooms and stairs. Each taking me to a new discovered place. less furniture but beautifully placed. I'm captivated by the art that is hung on the walls. Painting that look handmade as if not by a famous artist but someone who put too much effort. I finally had the urge to look at each one of them closely forgetting why I left my room for. I notice each one have a similar signature at the end as if he buys all the paintings from a particular someone. The name is very difficult to be read as the signature is put in that way it starts with E....... . I try to pronounce it but suddenly i'm shocked by a voice shaking me to my core and away from the painting.

"You like what you see" he stands there with a cloth in his hands wiping away paint on his hands and suddenly everything comes clear These are his paintings.

"Yeeeaa....hhh. I loved the paintings. Did you draw them?" My voice comes out shaking.

"Yes I did, but this is not what you are here for. How are you out? I thought I locked the door. Sorry I should be asking how you are feeling?"

"Oh you didn't. I'm alright. I can walk properly. My wounds are healing. I thought I should see the house" He stays quite for a moment as if in thoughts but his grey eyes digging in me. He looks at me up and down and then starts to move towards me stopping to drop the piece of cloth on a side table under the painting. His eyes all the time fixed on me he stops 1 feet away from me dropping his head to whisper in my ear.

"You look beautiful you know wearing this is inviting me" He smirks. A shiver runs down my body. I look at him in horror his face too close to me. I can smell the shampoo from his wet hair and oil paint from his hands. He suddenly puts his hands on my face putting some paint on my face then he backs off giving me my personal space.

"A face like yours should not be flawless but should be in my every canvas. A piece of art you are" the shivers and the goosebumps are back which is frightening to think his effect on me. Is it from fear or from....I stop my mind from making bad assumptions and clear my throat. 

"I.....I need new clothes these are too skimpy" He doesn't respond just tells me to follow him.

I try rubbing the paint off my right cheek but he stares back. I quickly straighten up, afraid not obliging him.

He leads me to a room with black walls and black huge bed in the center bigger than the room i'm staying at. The floor is white marble but everything is so dark and mysterious like him. All the curtains drawn.

"This is my bedroom and your next home. Forever." His words register in my head and only one voice comes from inside.

What am I going to do now?