Meeting Up

Chapter 4

First, the man walked up to Daneel and practically threw the object on the floor, on closer inspection it was a plate full off food. Like a rabid dog, the then lifeless girl aggressively threw herself towards the plate and devoured the food as the man patronisingly patted her greasy hair. She must've not eaten in days.

Then, he slowly raised his head towards me and started to walk towards me in a painfully slow way. When the man reached me, he carefully crouched down, cracking his knees on the way down making a loud sound, so he can be face to face with me. But when he did, instead I was met with a black – haired man wearing a porcelain mask, a theatre like mask. The eyes were ebony dark with holes in them so he could see and it had cracks going down its face, there were shades of silver and gold that traced its lips and horned shaped head. There were smears of red on each one of its cheeks, although, I doubt that is apart of the masks design. The lips were making a serious expression, but the traces of red went up the cheeks which made it look like a smile. The thing that haunted me the most was his eyes. His electrifying, piercing blue eyes. So sharp and yet, somehow, desperate. I felt like he was staring right through me.

The mystery man tilted his head to the side as he raised the bowl full of soup to my face with a spoon in hand. He wanted to feed me, I was planning to live through this situation rather then cower in terror, so I thought it would be best to allow his to do his request. I just wanted to go home. I slightly opened my mouth so he could feed me, even though he was wearing a mask, he looked almost happy that he was doing what he was doing. The soup was burning hot and tasted horrible, it burned my tongue and left a disgusting aftertaste in my mouth, I tired my best to not pull a face so he didn't know I was dissatisfied with his terrible cooking.

After I had finished eating, he had wiped reminiscence of soup form my mouth, his hands were so gentle on my face but they felt so rough. I thought my skin would peel off. As he looked into the gates of my soul and cleaned my mouth, a pathetic whimper left my mouth as I begged him.

"Please. Let me go home."

When the words left my mouth, instant regret filled me as a flash of hurt left his eyes. I couldn't help but cry. I just wanted to see my mom and dad. As the few droplets of the salt water left my eyes and shivered my cheeks, the man whips them, he partially lifts his mask up to his lips which were quite plump and kisses my forehead, his stubble roughly grazing my skin and replies with a simple response with his gravelly voice which made him sound as though he had never talked in his life.

"No. You're too far in now. If it makes you feel any better, imagine I'm Jamie."

I could tell he was smirking when he left the cold, basement like room. As he left and before he locked the door, he left it open. He then came back within five minutes with a bag, He threw it at me. He then locked up and opened the little window on the door so the light could still slightly seep in. I curiously but carefully opened the bag to find... drawing equipment and paper. I had told him, while he as pretending to be Jamie, that I loved to draw. I wasn't lying, by the amounts of dirty looks I gained form Daneel, I'm guessing I'm being treated differently. This is a good thing if anything, this means I have a higher chance of escaping this nightmare. I'm writing this on some paper and I'm going to keep it on me at all times. So, if I do die and the cops or someone finds me, they can give this letter to my parents. Mom, dad, I'm sorry.

The light inside of me started to go out, but my hope of escaping stayed high. I huddled in the corner covering my face knowing that no matter how long I live through this experience, I'm going to hate every second of it. Just then, while Daneel reverted back to her old self, my life flashed before my eyes, my family, my friends, my hometown. All gone. Because of my stupidity.