Ten Year Secret

Hostage

Summer POV

My whole body ached; I tried to move my arms and legs but something held them. I opened my eyes and I looked around dazed. All I could see was the white walls and a human figure. My eyes became focused; it was the lady from my dream and from the dance. She stood a metre from me at the end of the ‘bed’, wearing the same outfit and she stood with her arms folded over her chest. The room had white walls and had no windows. There was one white door, a chair and one light that was above me, nearly blinding me. I looked at my body and I was still in my black strapless dress but my jewellery and shoes were gone. My body was chained to what looked like an operating table made of metal. I tried to move but I couldn’t. She smirked at me.

“You can’t get away from me,” she said.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“You shouldn’t be allowed to talk,” she said.

She walked to the side of my bed and I watched her cautiously. She reached her hand out; she had the longest fingernails. She touched my right cheek and then moved up to my forehead then she moved to my left cheek. Then she moved over my lips and traced them.

“You’re shaking sweetheart,” she said and then she tilted her head to the side. “I wonder how my master wants me to treat you?” she wondered.

“Who’s your master?” I asked.

She placed her hand over my mouth harshly and leaned forward so that her mouth was at my ear.

“I own him, not you.” Then she laughed in my ear and kissed my forehead, “If you go near him or disrespect him…I will hurt you.”

I wanted to cry. She took her hand away and pulled a chair and sat down on it next to me. I turned my head away from her and tried not to cry. I wanted to run to the boys and scream and cry to them but I couldn’t.

Then she suddenly stood up, pushing the chair back against the wall. She stared at the door and was smiling. The door opened and three figures walked in. They walked into the light and it was Nixon, Galen & Morgead. They all looked angry and tired. They all wore black suits that were different from the dance. Nixon was staring at me.

“You’re finally awake,” Nixon said then he asked, “How long has it been?”

Galen looked at his watch, “One day.”

I glared at Nixon.

“We need a minute,” he said.

They all nodded and left the room. The door shut.

“How could you do this to me?” I demanded.