Saving The Devil

20. Making Friends With The Enemy

"Tt ginan nhg ngh nhtch!" "Tt ghh rr ning ashggrll!" As pointless as it may seem, best believe that, it was doing me a whole world of good!

As if stitching me raw wasn't bad enough, he washed the area with alcohol and gave it two taps to 'ensure it was secure'!

The gauge wasn't so much a problem instead it was the duct tape he used to fasten it, taking his time to ensure he stuffed my mouth and duct taped it too!

We wouldn't want you to disturb the neighbourhood now would we? He said.

But he wouldn't be a psycho if he'd stop there. He returned with a plate of steaming hot pasta and 2 huge heart pumping meatballs, placing it on the chest directly in front of me!

"Here's lunch whenever you're ready" flashing a big ass smile, he checked his watch then left. 

It's like I was some toy he got for Christmas but I'll show him, as soon as I'm free.

But until then?

Until then, I'd try everything I could to understand this damn situation!

I was tied up on a bed, in a fancy bedroom, with two closed windows behind heavy opened white drapes, behind opened baby blue curtains. The irony!

The room had light brown furniture and an adjoining room which I'd be guessing is a bathroom. Opposite a set of slim doors, maybe a closet. It didn't look like someone's personal bedroom though, so I figured it was the guestroom. 

The fact that he said 'neigbourhood', instead of 'the neighbours' or 'the whole floor', I summed up that I was in a house and not an apartment or hotel.

What good is that though?

Cause if I was in a hotel or apartment all I needed to do was find some way to continuously bang the walls, then the manager would come knocking and find me. But a house, a  house would mean I'd have to break the windows or reach outside before I could get help!

Aaah! I see!

So my goal becomes clear, the windows must die! Ha! Family Guy reference.

I had no idea how much time passed now. My only observation was that the outside world seemed quiet.

Not that it didn't before, but now, the silence was eerie.

I had successfully reached the chest, retrieved the fork from the food and retreated to the bed and began hacking at the damn tape.

Once the hole was big enough I used the fork to pull the gauze piece by piece out of my mouth. I was instantly relieved!

So I did want any sane person would.

I went back to the plate and started eating!

Afterall, I needed all the strength I could get to escape and scream for help!

But have you ever seen someone try to eat through a makeshift hole in duct tape? No, well good for you!

The pasta kept falling off the fork and the more it did, the angrier and more frustrated I became!

Maybe half way through—more like 3 quarters—I decided that was enough and jump started my escape but surprise, surprise, the door was locked. And I didn't even hear him use a key.

I made my way to the windows. Wow! Burglar bars! You had to be kidding me right now!

Now I was out of ideas.

I tried kicking the door down, I body slapped it—twice—asked it nicely to unlock itself, but I didn't seem to speak English, so nope it didn't.

Carefully but completely, I peeled the tape back from my lips so I could screamed a couple hundred times but still got no response.

So I went back to bed and did the only thing I could. Sing..

I'm trying, but I keep falling down. I cry out but nothing comes now!
I'm giving my all and I know peace will come.

I never wanted to need someone.

Then Shak crawled into my mind, and the tears came. Help Me Shak!

Yeah, I wanted to play tough, thought I could do all thing on my own!
But even superwoman sometimes needed superman's soul!

Help me out of this hell!!!

You're. Love. Lifts me up like Helium.
You're. Love. Lifts me up when I'm down down down
When I hit the ground you're all I need.

And if you let go, I'll float towards the sun.
I'm stronger cause you fill me up!

"And that's where we'll have to disagree love!"

"Nanda?!" I quickly sat up from my sprawled out position on the bed.

I couldn't believe my ears, but there she stood. More beautiful than the last time I saw her. I blinked a few times to make sure she was really there and she didn't disappear!

"You never need a man to lift you up dear" she sat on the bed and she moved the hair from my face "I hope he didn't scare you too much!"

But I couldn't find the right response. Using the back of my hands, I wiped away the remaining evidence of tears from my cheek and turned away from her.

"Come on now" I pulled away from her touch "Or I can just leave if you'd like?"

Still no reply... Then the door opened.

"Okay I'm not actually going to leave but I do understand what you must be feeling—"

"You've been kidnapped and tied up too" I barked sarcastically.

"Kidnapped four times, tied up more times than I care to remember. But in his defense, it turns me on so..." she let it trail but I wasn't in the mood for jokes. "Listen Deandra, whether you've accepted it or not, Nando has you—"

And the wrecking ball crashed down all the barriers I had. That day in the store, when the girl had called his name. Nando! And again at the club she mentioned a twin brother. Nanda and Nando.

It's right there, the hair, the proud face! How could I have not seen it!

Well, if she thought I was silent before, No worries, I was definitely going to talk now!

No sarcasm added.