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TrappedThis story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Jessica | |
| Saturday, 03 May 2008 | |
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“What are you wearing tonight, Sophia?” Thomas asked, holding a bright pink cocktail dress to his own body and raising an eyebrow in mock admiration for how it looked on him. I smiled, he knew how to make me smile. “This? How does this look?” I laughed at his expression, so serious, "It's not your colour, it's mine." gently, I took the dress from his fingers and held it infront of me, This was a beautiful dress. I took his arm as he lead me out of the apartment building, his italian shoes making a clicking sound on the pavement as we walked. Luckily his car was not far from the entrance to the building, and so I was not forced to stride any further in shoes that already made me think that death was over-rated. He took me to a castle, it's stone walls wet with the rain, which also hosted an expensive-looking restaurant.What I felt in responce to seeing this was a mixture of fear and awe; nobody had ever taken me to a place such as this and I wondered why this was. I felt a strange sence of danger as Michael pulled me inside the castle, his hands wrapping themselves around my wrists like shakles. Only did I begin to really feel fear when we passed the entrance to the restaurant, what did he have planned if it ws not to have dinner, I wondered to myself, as he continued to drag me down a dark corridor. His hand clenched around mine and he dragged me towards a dark pocket in the damp, stone walls. What was this, I wondered as Michael pinned me to a wall inside my prison, what was he doing? “Finally I have you.” He sneered, moving nearer to me as his face changed into that of my nightmare; that much was true; he had got me this time. He had been after me for over five years, all of my running was in vain, he had finally caught me on that fateful Friday night. I had been out with my friends, partying. I wondered if my they had noticed I was missing, and found myself doubting: they were waiting to enter the new night club ‘Hot and Hotter’, Michael had simply snatched me from behind, covering my mouth to mask my screams whilst he took me away, and then I became just another missing person. I knew the displeasure my actions had caused him and the thought of what he had in store for me sent thrills of fear down my spine… I struggled in vain to escape his strong grip as he caught me with his long arms and sprinted in the dark towards what I did not know. He held me close to him like I was something precious, running his hands through my hair like I was something glorious. The sensation was nothing other than pleasurable but this did not lighten my mood nor disolve the fear that I felt for my life. “You didn’t do as I asked,” Michael breathed into my neck, “You didn’t tell him that you can’t marry him, why didn’t you? Do you not love me?” I felt my heart pound, I did love Michael, a lot, but I loved Thomas more, wanted him more, and was only too quick to agree to his marriage proposal. I felt a sharp pain in my chest and I looked down; Michael had his hand on my chest and was gripping it, I struggled not to scream. While I sat, a few hours later, on our deep red, luxurious, bed, the one Michael had forced me onto, I heard the sound of screaming. Not just any screaming either, a woman’s screaming. Did this mean that Michael was tired of me? Maybe if I had tried harder, if I had done as he asked in the first place, he wouldn’t have treated me the way he had. Slowly, I got off the large bed, slipped a pair of jeans and a top on, and searched for the key to the room. I first searched the bedside table, but after a while of searching I finally figured that Michael would’ve taken it with him when he left, so I would not be able to escape. Just as I lifted the lid off the air vent I heard the door open with a creak and heavy footsteps on the floor behind me, “What do you think you’re doing, Miss Evans? You think that I won’t hit you if it comes to that?” Why would I not think that? He’d done it before hadn’t he? “I know you will hit me, Michael, and like you said, you’ve done it before.” I did not know whether it was my tone, or my words, that finally broke the patience he had long since had for me but the next thing I knew I was on the floor. I took a few minutes for me to catch my breath before I could think of anything other than the pain. “How do you do this Michael?...” he kicked me again, “Ouch, you really hurt me there, you know…” he kicked me once more, but this time, harder than ever before. This time when I opened my mouth, to say that he was a b-stard, and that I was going to kill him, no sound came out except strained breath. Michael crouched on the floor and gazed at me sadly. “I don’t want to be having to do this, treat you like this, I mean. I love you so much.” It was as I closed my eyes, so I wouldn’t have to feel my heart beat painfully fast every time I saw his face, that I felt lips press down upon mine. I felt his hand reach up under my shirt and fumble for my bra; I was too caught up in making out with him to care much. “How could you do that to me?” Michael asked, doing the last button on his shirt, “You don’t love me.” he continued bitterly, He scowled and laid a hand on mine, “I never said that,” I informed him while tugging at his arm; I really should have thought properly about even touching any part of him, his fuse was already lit. “Why,” he asked nastily, peeling the sweat soaked shirt from my shoulders, “do you think I am doing this to you?” I didn’t exactly know but I couldn’t admit that to him, not at that moment when he could so easily kill me. When I didn’t answer his question, he sneered, “I am doing this because of him, that man you have come to love, Daniel.” I yelped as he slapped me around the face,and I choked on the tears that layered my throat. “Now you will love me, got that sweetheart?” I nodded mournfully and looked at the floor. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, my back, my legs... but I couldn’t move to save myself.“How could I?” I could feel the sick travelling up from my stomach at the thought, I choked it down, “Say it,” Michael growled menacingly in my ear, “Tell me you love me.” he spat.I sighed and repeated those three words in his ear. I could feel the blood dripping from my back onto the cold stone floor in which I sat, “I’ll get someone to fetch me a cloth and I’ll clean that up for you, I don’t want you to bleed to death.” There was something in the way he said “bleed” that made me think; Hold on, if I’m not to bleed to death then what is he going to do? The next morning I planned an escape, not all that sure that I would succeed, on a torn and crumpled piece of paper I had found lying at the bottom of the wooden stairs by the study. It took hours for me to do all the necessary checks, What if I got to a door and it was locked? What would be the quickest route to take out of the seventeenth century villa which was my prison? What would happen if I was caught by Michael? When I finally finished the sun was setting outside the windows and I knew it was nearly time to go. Then, from not so far down the hall, I heard whistling and the unmistakeable sound of footsteps. As the owner of the footsteps drew closer, my body tensed; I had to escape before Michael could hurt me more than he had before. I had to escape. I had to escape... I could not stay trapped. I can hear the knob turning, my heart almost stops as I feel a shiver shake me. The door is slowly opening and a menacing laugh is causing my heart to beat faster than ever. His arm appeared through the door, deadly and slender, and the rest of his body followed in the same sinister movement. "I't's time to play..." I froze where I stood, in the centre of the dark room and felt my blood run cold; I felt more frightened of him than I ever had before because I knew what he wanted. "Please, I beg you, please don't do this to me, please..." I begged, tears begginning to fall from my eyes as Michael ripped the buttons holding my tattered dress together. He laughed at the bones showing vividly through my chalky skin, my guant face told of the torture I had endured. He wrapped his arm around my shrinking waist and brought my close so my chest touched his. "WHAT IS THIS?" a different voice screamed from behind me.
Copyright 2008 Jessica |
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