When Love Sprouts

Chapter 19: Striking Sunflower

Like a sunflower trapped in the dark...

"Where am I," she said in a husky voice. Mrs Buvoir had just awoken from the deepest sleep, for a moment she was dead.
She attempted to stand up, but had her hands and feet tied. While, struggling she made a noise.

"Well, well, how do you do, sunshine?"

"Who are you, show yourself," exclaimed Mrs Buvoir.

"Patience. A virtue you clearly do not possess."

The man lit the lamp and brought it to his face. It was the crooked croc', himself.

"YOU," she said. "How dare you show yourself after what you have done," she said.

"Oh, but have I done besides love you? What, sunshine, what," he said. The man knelt down in his matching burgundy slim-fit suit.

"My love, I've finally eliminated the threat that stood in the way of our love," he said.

"Love? You call that love? Then tell me this, how can you love and hate at the same time. There's a thin line between the two, but your heart cannot have both elements," explained Mrs Buvoir.

"I loved you. I loved you more than I loved myself. I prayed for far more than anything else precious to me. And you know what's funny is that I still do," he said.

"Ludo. . .I loved you too, but. . ." Mrs Buvoir stopped speaking.

She had been kept in a dark room, that had no windows, meaning no light coming through. The room was extremely hot, and at times extremely cold. The only thing that kept her going was her children outside. How would they survive as orphans? Ludo made sure that Mrs Buvoir heard each and every word that he spoke, so Mrs Buvoir knew that lives were at stake she had to play along.
She had to fight like Mama Winnie Mandela. A stalwart like no other.

Cautious not step on the wrong foot with Ludo, Mrs Buvoir began playing along.

"You loved me? So, do you till love me," he asked.

Mrs Buvoir looked away escaping the lie-detector eyes Ludo had. He tilted her head so that she could face him. "I killed him, for you, for us. I know you married him for the kids, but he's gone and the kids have grown up, wouldn't it be convenient if we would just get back where we started," he asked with a very sincere tone.

"I... I do love you Love Bug," she proclaimed. Astonished by the fact that she still remembers the name she gave him, he grabbed her tightly and gave her the biggest bear hug ever. "I knew you still loved me, I knew it," he exclaimed.

"So Love Bug, how about you untie me and we go have a lovely picnic outside," suggested Mrs Buvoir.

"That sounds lovely, promising even, but I cannot afford to lose you. You're not only the key to my heart; you're the key to my dreams as well," he expressed.

"You see once I achieve my dreams, I will have every leader, every powerful person eating from MY hand. Do you know what that means, that means no one and I mean no one will rule against me," he said.
"And if your kids don't do as I say, a bunch of brats will be bombed," continued Ludo.

Mrs Buvoir was masking her discomfort and feelings related to frustration. She couldn't afford to break now.

"Stay strong. Stay calm. Lives are on your hands, Anamica."

Plastering the most pretentious of smiles she said: "Love Bug, how about you come up with a way to persuade the government of Congo, that way by having one alley on your side you will know that you cannot go wrong," she suggested.

"That sounds like a very good idea. You know you deserve dinner and a good bath, so today I'm treating you, you're moving out of your room and into my house," he said.

Mrs Buvoir could not believe what he had just said. She was overjoyed. A tear nearly came out, but she quickly sucked it up. He must not spot her vulnerability. One of the things her mother always taught her as she grew up, you cry around your trusted circle never around enemies.

"Well, thank you. You're too kind, Love Bug," she said.

The handcuffs she around her wrist and feet were biometric, meaning only Ludo could unlock them via his biplogical features.

"Sunshine, I am going to untie your hands. Please don't try anything stupid,"  he pleaded.

She nodded in agreement. He used his left ring fingerprint to unlock the handcuffs and Mrs Buvoir's hands were free at last. Mrs Buvoir noted this mentally.

"It feels good to be free," she commented.

"Now let's go," he replied.

Her feet were tied with the same type of cuffs as the ones on her hands, so he picked her up bridal style and took her upstairs. After going up the dusty stairs, they arrived at a very luxurious house.

The walls were accent walls that were carved to perfection, and on them hang some of the finest art the world had ever seen. From Picasso to Van Gogh. It had one of the most sophisticated staircases she had ever seen. It was to sets of stairs, one on the left and the other on the right. To say that Ludo was moneyed would definitely be an understatement, this man had to be the founder of the word money.

Ludo walked through the house with her and placed on a couch. Mrs Buvoir noticed a beautiful diamondy chandelier that hung in the center of the living room. The couch he had placed her on was a burgundy valvety one that had been built into the floor, making look like a bed. A thought came to mind as Mrs Buvoir was drooling over the fine details of the house.

"What is it with him and burgundy? Doesn't he know other colors exist?Maybe I should marry him for the cash, and teach him different colours cause he definitely skipped that "

"I've considered your idea," said Ludo. He stopped there and never continued with the conversation. Thoughts that ran in her mind were of securing a way to keep him from harming the children, her children, and all other beings of Earth. Escaping is not something on the list right now.

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This chapter goes out to the late Winnie Mandela. That lady was true warrior, a brave warrior in every sense. The precise definition of a woman. So shout out to all women out there, sure it's not Women's month but hey why not?