Prologue

(Part two/three of side story)

She had her back to him. He would have wondered if she was angry with him if he hadn’t became intoxicated by the smell of her blonde hair flowing down to her firm behind. His body began to tingle. He couldn’t help but stare at her in sheer lust.

She was so beautiful.

He sat down on the edge of her bed and ran his fingers through her hair. It was softer than he remembered. His touched her intimately, caressing her face, neck, and back. She didn’t moan in delight. She didn’t even move. She sat, her body tensed and let him touch her. Let him have what he desired.

Her whole body was shaking furiously. He paid no attention to it. He had trained himself to ignore it in the early days, pretending to be oblivious to the fact that when he touched her she wanted lash out. The vivid thoughts of brutally killing her captor had overrode every other thought. She didn’t hope for freedom to get on with her life anymore to love, to see those she cared about, to strive for excellence. She wanted to be unlocked from his control so she could come back to him and be the one with the power.

She would do to him what he had down to her for four years. She was going to torture him and enjoy it as much as he had enjoyed torturing her but continuously calling it pleasure. The fantasy of smelling his blood as it spurted out of the gaping wounds she’d inflict on him kept her striving for survival.

The man turned her body to face him. His dark features were still creepy after four years. He didn’t look sadistic or perverted and that’s what frightened her. He looked like a charming man. He was clean cut and wore very nice clothes. He talked with confidence but never arrogance. He seemed like a good mannered, kind individual when deep down he was twisted and repulsive.

“Come to me,” He whispered.

She didn’t speak as he undressed her. She didn’t speak as he took off his own clothes. He laid her down on her back on the kind sized bed and got on top of her. She watched him intently. He looked into her vacant, hollow eyes looking for some type of recognition. She knew he wanted some passionate affection from her but that was something she would never truly give him.

He entered her and groaned in pleasure. She laid on the bed like a life sized doll. She couldn’t bare to look at him any longer so dropped her head to the left and peered around the room she hadn’t left since she had been imprisoned. He had tried to make it pleasant and that was apparent to her.

The walls were white and when he first abducted her freshly painted. The furniture had been brand new. The toilet was like once of those you’d see in a jail cell which took her a year to grow accustomed to. She could see her reflection in the television and watched through the television as he thrust himself deeper inside of her.

She jerked her head in the other direction after a few seconds of watching herself be used like a toy. Facing her cast book collection alphabetically ordered she read the titles on the spine of each book, trying to keep her mind of the calculated maniac on top of her. He had brought her everything from Jane Austen to James Patterson. She made a mental note to remember to start reading The Monster Within when he left. She had forgotten he had brought it to her on his last visit.

After she had reread the title to every book three times she closed her eyes and began to count.

One hundred.

Two hundred.

Three hundred.

Four hundred.

And 457 she felt her breasts being grasped in his hands. He squeezed them as he moaned. It was finally over. He laid on top of her for a few seconds panting. Her eyes were still closed. Her thoughts were on the blood pulsing through his veins. His blood was deliciously warm and she could feel it.

Her breathing began to increase as he laid peacefully on top of her. The heat from his body was radiating onto her. Her body felt like it had been set on fire. All she wanted was for him to get off of her. She wanted him as far away from her as possible.

She felt her skin turning red and her throat beginning to close up. His body was scorching her. It felt like her inside were sizzling. She struggled from clear air to cool her down but it never came. She couldn’t push him off. He wouldn’t like that. So she laid calmly and stiff feeling like she was being burned alive.

After what felt like eternity, he rolled off of her and the air that flooded her lungs was liberating. The feeling slowly began to cease even as he ran his fingers through her hair again.

“I love you,” He told her.

She continued to stare off into space.

He smiled because he didn’t expect her to say anything back. She hadn’t spoke to him in over a year. He knew what he was doing to her. He knew the emotional scarring his love developed from him imprisoning her. He had carried on the whole charade for far too long. He couldn’t help himself. He had been completely infatuated with her the moment he laid eyes on her. She wasn’t like the others. He truly loved her.

She was his.

“Honey,” He started. “I need to tell you something.”

“Our four year anniversary is coming up on the fifth and I have a present you’re really going to enjoy.” He sobbed as he spoke the last half of the sentence.

She was interested in what he had to say. She turned to face him, cocking her head in a way that drove the man wild. But he wasn’t interested in sex any longer. Tears had began to fall from his eyes and he was sobbing solemnly. She liked seeing him cry.

“I’m setting you free.” He told her with a “are you happy now?” tone. “You are going to be at liberty to leave if you would like to.”

Her eyes almost went wide and a genuine smile almost crossed her face but she kept control of herself. Her stomach got the butterflies and the hope of finding a place in the world again crossed her mind for the first time in two years.

But revenge devoured that fantasy. It was time to start planning and to start putting all the clues she’d gathered to use. The smell of his blood was stronger now. She was closer than ever to achieving a reprisal. Her fantasies were exhilarating because they were finally a reality.

He got off the bed and dressed himself, putting his disguise of descent human being on and wearing it well. He kissed her on the top of her head, inhaling the strawberry fumes of her hair. Then, he turned and walked toward the highly secure exit to hell. He unlocked the doors three dead bolts and pulled the steel door closed as he left.

After she heard the locks activated again she crawled down to the floor. She smiled a teethy grin. She was ecstatic as she stared around the room. Then, she did something she hadn’t done in over a year.

“I’m free,” she whispered. “I’m alive!”

The man stared at the camera screen, disgusted with himself. Her beauty even exuded through a camera. Her beauty was inconceivable. But that voice thrilled him when he heard it. And he finally did. After a year she finally spoke.

He smiled a devilish grin as he hit rewind on his computer and listened to her again. “I’m free. I’m alive!”

He rewound the video over and over listening to those four words. Her voice was filled with hope. It was filled with a hope that he had given to her. He was her everything. He controlled her. She was his.

That hope was her present.