Away With Mr. Wonka

"No!" I screamed. I couldn't suppress the tears anymore and they began spilling down my cheeks. "I keep telling myself that I'm dreaming. This is all just a bad dream. But I'm still here, and I don't know why. Why am I still here?"

"Because you're not leaving," he replied. "I just want to go home," I said in a wobbly voice. He beamed at me. "Don't you see? This is your home now!" I shook my head violently. "No."

One corner of his mouth pulled downwards, yet he kept the smile on his face. "Yes," he said matter-of-factly. I looked up at him. "You're insane," I whispered, feeling defeated. His nose twitched and he got his face closer to mine. I tried to back away, but he moved his hand to the back on my neck and squeezed lightly, pressure pointing me.

My head unwillingly leaned back, forcing me to look him in the face. I have never been close enough to see his eyes. Even now I was barely able to see them through his dark glasses.

The feeling of his cold fingers on the back of my neck sent a shiver down my spine. He was so close that I was inhaling the air he was exhaling. My heart was pounding in my chest and I couldn't feel my hands. His breathing was rigid.

"You better watch how you speak to me, little girl," he said ominously.