Captive

2: Darkness

Darkness greeted me again as I opened my eyes. I could feel whatever drug he injected me with still taking over my body. My limbs felt weak, and my level of energy probably resembled that of a sloth. But no, I told myself, I would not be a victim. I would not be another statistic. My death would not be another page filler article between the most recent celebrity to get pregnant, and which football team scored the most goals. If I was gonna be a hostage, I wanted to be the kind who made it out alive and got a book deal to tell their story of strength and hope. Afterall isn't life worth the fight.
I pulled my body up from the mattress. My hand holding myself up against the wall, as I followed the wall around until I was stood in front of the door. I tried the door handle, and as I suspected it was locked. I knew it was stupid to try, but it seemed stupider not to try. Who wanted to be the person who didn't try the door handle and missed their escape opportunity. I willed for the door to magically unlock as I kept pulling at the door handle. How could I end up here. How could I end up trapped. My fists banged against the door, as I could no longer hold my anger in. "Let me out. " I half screamed and half sobbed..
I only stopped when my throat became so sore not even a whisper could escape, and my hands became sore and bloody.

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I sat on the mattress, staring in the direction of the door. The room was still filled with darkness, but it seemed my only hope left was to will for it to just spring open. Time became non existent, and the constant darkness meant I couldn't distinguish whether it was day or night. I wasn't even sure what day it was, or how long I had been here. What felt like hours since I woke up, could of been mere minutes and I wouldn't have any way of knowing. I had spent the last, what felt like hours, carefully analysing the wall. It turns out that the only purpose all of those crime books and TV shows gave was hope. And right now hope just wasn't hacking it. No matter what there always seemed to be a way to escape. Whether that was a hair pin to pick the lock, or some sharp tool conveniently forgotten to whittle away at the brick wall. I had nothing. Nothing except a mattress.
"It's nice to see you have calmed down." My captor greeted as he walked through the door. The lights instantly turned on, and he closed the door behind him. I heard the sound of the lock click, once again whittling away at my one piece of hope. In his hands was a plate covered with tin foil. As soon as my eyes caught sight of it my stomach growled loudly, echoing throughout the room. His face became taken over by that same smirk he had plastered on his face the last time he was in this room. Under other circumstances that smirk would make me tingle, but now it filled me with rage.
"Is my little pet hungry?." He asked, with a hint of patronising in his voice. I clung tightly on to my stomach, as if that would take away the pains of hunger. I wasn't sure when I last ate was. I watched as he removed the tinfoil from the plate, and right in front of me he held a plate piled with chicken, stuffing, roast potato's and vegetables, already cut into tiny bite size pieces . The smell alone was enough to make my mouth start watering. Sunday dinner was the key to my heart, and right now I didn't care if it was poisoned. As I reached out to grab the plate he pulled it from my reach. He scooped a pile of food on to the fork and held it to my lips. My pride was far too high to allow my captor to feed me like a helpless baby. I pressed my lips firmly closed, feeling the gravy touch my lip. I resisted the urge to lick it up and open my mouth for the fork full. He kept the fork at my mouth for about a minute before returning it back on to the plate.
"If you can't be appreciative of the food I give you then I will just leave you here to starve." He remarked as he stood up. I too got to my feet and held my head up high.
"the only thing I will appreciate from you is my freedom. I will not let you fucking force feed me like a baby." I replied. He turned and walked towards the door. As he opened it he turned towards me.
"I will do whatever I wish to you. Luckily for you I am willing to go along with your games. For now. When you wish to eat I will expect you on your knees ready to beg for it. Perhaps then I will allow you food. " Before I had chance to reply he left the room. The door locked behind him and the lights turned off, bringing darkness back into the room. I sunk down on to the mattress and cried. But I didn't cry for my freedom. I cried from my hunger. The theory was true, the less someone has, the less they wish for. And if it wasn't for my stubbornness I would probably hand over my freedom to remedy my hunger pains.
As I looked up in to the darkness I saw a flashing red light in the corner. Now he was watching me.

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As time ticked on my hunger deepened. My concept of time was now becoming categorised of how many times I had slept. So far I had slept twice since my captors last visit. But sleep seemed to be impossible as the growling of my stomach dragged me away from the world of nod. My hatred towards the flashing light seemed to grow stronger than my hatred for my captor. Its presence mocking me. A reminder of his words that I must beg him for my food. Could I beg him? Would he be watching? Or did he just want to watch my body waste away.
Weakly, I pulled my body up from its laid down position and on to my knees. With my hands clasped together, I stared up at the camera. I willed that my eyes met his through the powers of technology as I uttered the words."please.". Within a minute I heard the sound of the lock turning. In he walked with a grin on his face and a plate wrapped in tinfoil. I felt my body become overwhelmed with relief.
"Now beg again. " he demanded.

A/N: Thank you all for the positive feedback! Hopefully things are going to get a bit more steamy soon 😏