The Thirst In Me

Thirty

"Beauty is power; a smile is its sword."- John Ray

Keisha's POV

I thought I was going to die. I probably will. The bag was still over my head when I was taken from the vehicle. The attacker carried me in his arms then I heard the screech of a door.

"Welcome home little nacre." He whispered in my ear and I shuddered.  He dragged the bag from my head and smiled at me. "I hope you like the room I've prepared for you." He placed me on my feet and I scan the room nervously.

There was an old bed in the center of the room that was spread with a white sheet. No light entered the room from outside. Dark curtains were covering the windows. The board floor was covered with a lush black carpet that actually felt nice under my bare feet.

I took two steps away from the man and was jerked back violently. He held the other end of the rope that was tied to my hands.

I was trapped.

He dragged me toward a chair in the corner and demanded that I sit. He tied me to the chair and took a pair of sunglasses from his pocket. Placing it on his face he smirked at me, "Now you can't enchant me little pet."

He left me in the room, whistling to himself. I hastily glanced around the room to see if I can find anything to cut the rope and free myself. I had no such luck. Other than furniture, the only object in the room was a bottle of pills.

The sound of my heart was deafening as I heard his boots walking back towards the room.

Oh my! He's going to kill me!

I closed my eyes tight, not wanting to see the smirk on his face when he finishes me off.

The aroma of fried chicken played with my nostrils and I slowly opened my eyes. He was standing in front of me holding a delicious-looking plate of food. My stomach growled reminding me that I haven't eaten since morning.

"W-why are you feeding me before you kill me?" I asked with all the bravery I could muster.

He chortled. "Who said I was going to kill you?"

I sighed with relief. There is hope. He's not going to kill me.

"Now eat." He pushed the plate of food toward me. "You are going to need the energy if I'm going to be feeding from you every day."

I couldn't take the plate as my hands were still tied behind me.

"Oh, my bad." He said when he noticed. "I'm going to untie you now. No sudden movements OK?"

He looked at me and I nodded. He then proceeded to untie my hands.

Once my hands were free he used the same piece of rope to tie my feet to the chair.

Of course, he would!

I gingerly took the plate from him not knowing if I should trust him enough to eat from him.

I started eating because my stomach wouldn't stop protesting. The man stood watching me intensely like he was fascinated with the way I ate.

"What's your name?" I asked him politely.

"Why should I tell you that?" He said gruffly.

"Well shouldn't I know the name of the person who will be drinking from me?"

He laughed. "I like how you think pet." He walked over to the bed and sat down. "The name is Don but you can call me master if you prefer."

I fought the urge to gag at his words. He took off his glasses and continued to stare at me intently. "Please eat faster. The scent of your blood is making me dizzy with anticipation." He commanded, licking his lips and rubbing his palms together.

Where the heck was Malik and why hasn't he found me yet?

I ate the food tentatively, pausing ever so often to wipe the corners of my mouth. He tapped his feet on the floor impatiently as he glared at me. When the last piece of chicken was left he swiped the plate from my grasp. Putting on his sunglasses, he re-tied my hands and stooped beside me.

"The time of my meal has come." He said as he let his cold hand linger on my cheek.  I trembled at his touch and he laughed. "It won't hurt my love. Relax."

His teeth sunk into my neck and I struggled to get away from him. After a few seconds, he drew back abruptly. "That is enough for now." His bloody smile made me want to throw up.

I need to get out of here. I need to get away from this monster.

"I-I n-need to use the bathroom," I told him weakly.

He pointed to a door across the room. "That is the bathroom but you are only allowed to use it three times a day and I will accompany you at all times..for trust issues. I'm sure you understand."

I tried to reason with him. "I'm not acquainted with men looking at my nakedness except my future husband. It is against my culture."

He placed an imaginary ring on my finger. "Now we are married so it's perfectly fine. What do you need to do? Number one, two, or do you need to take a shower?" He looked at me questioningly.

What should I say? If I say number two it's a possibility he won't want to follow me, right?

"Ehm...I'm a little embarrassed to say it out loud." I smiled sheepishly at him.

He sighed. "I trust you a little but I will be standing outside the door in case you try anything funny."

He untied me and walked behind to the bathroom, opening the door for me.

I closed the door behind me. The bathroom was small and I glanced around looking for an exit.

"Are you OK in there?" Don asked from the other side of the door.

"Yes, I am," I called back as I spotted a small window above the bath. I climbed up and pried it open, inhaling the fresh air.

"What the hell are you doing?" His voice boomed right behind me.

"I j-just needed some air."

"Is that so?" He smiled menacingly at me. "Guess what pet? You have now lost my trust!"

He dragged me by my hand and flung me across the room. The back of my head connected with the sink and pain ran through my body.

"You have made me angry little pet," was the last thing I heard before I lost consciousness.