The Unexpected

Échapper

I awake to the plane tires slamming onto the pavement of the runway. We reached Paris and thankfully, I was able to catch some sleep and not have to deal with Mark. "Well hello there beautiful," Mark smiled.
"Oh, wonderful you're here. So none of this was a dream," I sighed and peered out the window next to me.
"Why so touchy? We are on our 'honeymoon' sweetie. You are in the city of love and the one place in the world that you've always wanted to go to. I'm making your dreams come true my love, now the least you could do is show some appreciation," Mark sneered.
"Seriously? You are insane! What did I ever see in you? I'd rather be anywhere that you aren't, Mark," I snapped back at him.
He kept quiet after that remark. He was pissed at me and I could see it in his face. His body is tense and I can see his teeth are clenched and his jaw is locked. Veins were pulsing in his neck and on his forehead. He wanted to hit me, it was obvious. He wanted to shut me up with a single whack. Being in public he had to keep his anger in and would probably treat me to a beating later. Even though he disposed of his gun before we boarded, I was still frightened by him.
An hour or so later, after we have hunted down our luggage, we arrived by limo. Yes, limo. Mark apparently had to get us a limo. He said, "Nothing but the best for my baby girl." and kissed me on the forehead. I wanted to puke. I was nothing but disgusted with him after all that he has done. As if cheating on me with my cousin wasn't enough, he killed her and kidnapped me. This man was nothing but a monster and right now my future was dim.
We pulled up to the Mandarin Oriental Hotel, and I'll be honest, this place was gorgeous! I had never experienced such a luxurious sight. Then it hit me, I'm here with the person that I have come to absolutely despise in such a short time. I blinked my lashes a few times to bring myself back to my deadly reality.
"Let's go my love," Mark snarled as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to a stand. I glanced over to the limo driver and mouth, "Help me". I can only hope by the look of sadness in his eyes, he knew I needed someone to rescue me.
I kept my head down from the time we entered the hotel, to the front desk, to our hotel room. I was a shell of a woman and I didn't want to give Mark any satisfaction if I were to show my true reaction to this building's impeccable beauty.
I could sense how excited Mark was and it scared me. How could you be so happy, so amused? Is he really that lost in his own mind that he thinks everything that he has done, is okay?
It made me nauseous to try to even attempt to imagine what was going on in his sick and twisted head.
Our bags were taken to our room immediately and Mark had decided having dinner was next on the agenda. The hotel restaurant was full of elegance. Each guest was dressed as if they were attending a black tie event. I felt out of place in my shabby clothes that I've had glued to my skin since Hawaii. I could only guess what they high class people were thinking of me. Feeling their judgmental eyes looking me up and down followed by whispers. Hell, if only they knew. If only they had the slightest idea what was hidden under this stiff attire that covered my body.
After the walk of shame to my plush dining chair, Mark didn't even give me a moment to look at the menu. He flagged a waiter asked for what was recommended and the waiter walked back to the kitchen. There was no time to give that man a sign. A call for help. It happened so quickly, it seemed as though Mark knew that I would try to take any chance I had to get out this, away from him. And he was doing a damn good job of it, until I saw my opportunity and I took it. 

I stood up quickly and confidently announced, "I need to use the ladies room." Everyone in the restaurant had their eyes on me. Mark's eyes scanned the room and realized what I was doing. 

He glared at me as I still stood there watching his reaction, he then whispered between his clenched teeth, "What the hell do you think you're doing, huh? You think getting everyone's attention will get you to slip through my fingers? Go ahead with your little show, you still won't escape me, I will always find you Vi." He smirked at me and turned his head to look around at all the watchful eyes. 

"Of course, my love. You go ahead." Mark announced in a a sweet tone that only I knew was fake, and he said I was putting on a show. 

As fast his my feet could move I rushed to the restroom, I remembered to grab my bag before leaving the table. If I was going to be rescued at all, this was my chance to ensure that someone would come looking for me. I threw open the bathroom door, locked it, and dumped out the contents of my bag on the sink. I searched for my favorite wine red lipstick, while the few things that I didn't need were tossed to the floor. Finally, I found the tube and lifted the cover. I began to write on the grand mirror that spanned the length of one of the walls and wrote, "My name is Violet Benson! I'm from Oregon in the United States. My ex fiance Mark kidnapped me and we are staying in room..." Before I could write the numbers I heard a pounding on the door. 

"Violet, honey. What's taking you so long?" 

Of course it was Mark. Hurriedly, I scribbled the room number and jumped to the door. 

"Violet! I'm losing my patience. If you don't open this door I'll.." I hurled the door open sooner than he could state his final words in that sentence. I knew it was going to be another threat. I suppose what's one more to add to the endless amounts that have spilled from his mouth over the time he's had me. 

He gripped my bicep with great force, I could feel the impression forming that was going to stay on my skin for sometime after he would release me. "What did you think you were going to do in there, hmm? Escape? Cry for help?" Mark questioned with an irritated attitude. 

I walked with him back to the table and chose not to given him the gift of a response. Our food was already waiting us and I wasn't the least bit hungry. Being around Mark was enough for me to lose my appetite, so I sat in my chair and stared at the plate. Once done with his meal, Mark paid the bill and ordered me to get up so we could head upstairs to the room. 

I followed him slowly, trudging along the halls. Mark glanced back at me and with hungry dark eyes he said, "Come on Violet. We're going to have so much fun, after all this was supposed to by our honeymoon."