The Craziest Of Them All

XII

And regret it, I did.

It's been a week since my little escape attempt and Demon has had me locked up ever since. The guy actually handcuffed me to the towel rail in the bathroom for the last week. I know right?! Of all the places that he could have handcuffed me, he chooses the fuckin bathroom.

I sit with my back against the cold tile wall, with my left hand suspended above my head, locked onto the railing. This is definitely the most uncomfortable position I have been in, by far. I literally have to slide my wrist across the railing to reach the toilet and do my business. And let me tell you that it is piss hard to unroll the tissue paper and then wipe your butt when one hand is occupied elsewhere. 

Demon only releases me when it is time to eat or take a shower, and then I'm right back to being locked up. And what's worse is that he is rarely at the apartment, which means I spend hours on end by myself with no way to feed myself or entertain myself, and a girl needs to eat! You can take many things away from me, but don't take my food...that's just cruel.

Being alone in this tiny bathroom has given me some time to think about many things. Things like: what idiot decided to introduce the alphabet to mathematics, why no one has put biltong on a pizza and why Michael B. Jordan is so hot? I’ve also had time to think about how I could have gone differently with my ‘escape plan’, maybe I could have taken less time in his room or I could have just gone out the very second he left the apartment.  A chuckle escapes my lips, as the memory of the night I tried to escape relives itself in my mind . . .

"You're going to regret that." He gruffly spits at me before recklessly yanking me off the ground.

Holding my forearm in an iron grip, he violently drags me towards the entrance of the apartment building. I hear him mumbling incoherent stuff under his breath, whatever he saying under his breath sounds very dangerous, so I'm low-key glad that I can't hear the exact words.

I know that I have messed up real bad; this man could actually kill me for trying to run away. I mean, he did say that he was a so called assassin. He might flay me alive like Ramsey Bolton from Game of Thrones or he could bash my head in like the people from The Purge.

Man, I watch way too much television!

My hand quickly goes numb as Demon’s iron grip on my arm restricts the blood flow to my hand. I try to wriggle my hand out of his hand, without any success, he just ends up gripping on even tighter (if that’s even possible)

Demon drags me under the flickering florescent light of the apartment building’s entrance. Shoving the door open with his other free hand, he angrily hails me behind him. His violent attitude toward me continues until we are up the flight of stairs leading to his apartment. 

His angry stomps make the creaky floor boards of the building vibrate. I wisely keep my trap shut because the man is acting as if he is about to lose his mind if I even breath wrong. The door to his apartment is wide open and there are two boxes of pizza and a six pack of beer on the floor. My stomach growls loudly at the sight of the mouthwatering food that I am practically eye raping. I haven’t eaten since the McDonalds meal with Alex and them, which was a couple hours ago.

My eye contact with the delectable goods is broken when I am brutally shoved into the apartment. The force of the push is so great that I end up tripping over my own feet, but before I can fall on my ass (which would have been really embarrassing) I catch my balance and right myself.

I turn around and look at Demon bending down to pick up the food on the floor. His back is to me, and I have the perfect view of his ass. And let me tell you… the man not only has a beautiful front but also a beautiful behind. My act of admiring his ass is brought to a sad ending when he straightened himself out and what toward the kitchen.