Obsession

II

When I had awaken, I was sprawled across a bed. My body felt sore and tired. My muscles ached as I yearned to get up.

Forcing my upper torso into a sitting position, I released a small whimper. A striking pain throbbed in my abdomen and lower back. I looked down and could see several bruises and scrapes covering my body.

I began sobbing. These surroundings were completely unfamiliar to me. The room was so dark, the only light was illuminating from a single candle sitting on the bedside cabinet.

If this truly wasn't a dream, would someone come looking for me? Would anybody care if I went missing? Kryos... he would notice my absence. But would he care after we had fought?

The sobs came harder, my body shaking now. I was completely alone, isolated from the world. I had nobody. Absolutely nobody, and that was horrifying.

I laid in that bed for a long time, pondering quietly to myself. My mind was running rapidly with different scenarios that could possibly play out if my kidnapper ever got the balls to show his face.

Hours would pass by. My face was emotionless as I waited for something, anything to happen. My voice became hoarse over time, my throat dry and itchy.

When the knob began turning, I didn't even have the energy to cower away or attempt to fight my captor.

The door creaked open and in walked a large man, rippling with muscles. He was dressed in dark colors, his face covered with a bandanna and a pair of black aviators. He covered his head with a solid black snap back. His ebony attire was more than intimidating, but I had nothing left in me to physically react.

He sat at the edge of the bed, his weight sinking into the mattress as he watched me behind his aviators. "Good evening," he greeted, his voice slightly muffled as it flowed through the fabric of the bandanna.

I stayed silent, refusing to respond to him. He nodded, looking down at his shoes now. "Don't look so down. I saved you."

I sat up quickly, ready to fire accusations at him, but the pain in my body seared up my spine. I cried out through clenched teeth, and fell back into the pillow.

The man reacted, reaching out his hand like he was going to support me, but I winced away from his touch, my breaths rapid and heavy.

"I'll get you some painkillers," he offered. "Don't move too much."

I felt his weight leave the bed as I rolled on my side, refusing to look at him. The door was pulled shut and I was left in solidarity again.

I really didn't want to be alone, at this point I didn't care who was with me. I just wanted somebody.

I noticed a few things about the room I was staying in. There were no windows whatsoever, the large room painted in a dark glow. There were no lights or lamps, just a few wax candles sitting on various counter spaces. The walls were ebony, the floors wooden.

Other than that, there wasn't much furniture left in the room besides the bed, a dresser, bedside table and a small desk shoved in a corner.

The bed was large, king sized I assumed. The duvet was black with red accents, as well as the pillows while the sheets were red. They were quite romantic, which only made my stomach churn more.

It wasn't long before the man returned. He grew closer to me, too close. He bent down, and peeled my fingers away from my clenched fist as he delicately placed two small pills in my palm. He sat a glass of water on the bedside table.

"How am I supposed to trust you?" I coughed, my voice rough and jagged.

"Don't take the painkillers then. Roll in your pain and agony until you do trust me."