He is casually swinging backwards on a battered metal framed chair, one slim leg on the floor keeping him balanced. He drops the 2 front legs back onto the ground, spreading his legs in a very masculine manner, then leaning forward to put his elbows on his knees, a smirk tugging at his lips, his platinum blonde hair falling over one eye. He looks me up and down more than once, continuing to smirk, and then chews on the side of his thumb. Beside him is a small table with more of the blue paper I found littering the floor, some pens, some bottled water and a few toiletries, that I notice include ladies roll on deodorant and facial cleansing wipes. Hmm! How very metrosexual of him.
I become acutely aware of my current state of undress and feel very awkward and self conscious under his scrutiny.
I step back and pull the blanket as tightly around me as I can.
"Do I know you?" I ask
He just continues to stare. I stare back, trying to place him. He does look so familiar. 'Know your enemy'. It's one of those phrases we've all heard, but never before have i thought it might actually be useful to me.
I jump at the sound of someone entering the room behind me. I spin around and see a human shaped, but brick-wall sized hulk of a man in the doorway. I'm now entering fight or flight mode. I feel trapped, well, I AM trapped, but I now have someone unknown approaching me from behind, and Mr Smirkypants directly in front of me. What to do?
Scream?! Why, no-one would hear me here anyway!
Run? Where to!? You can only see one exit and that's blocked by 'The wall'!
There's nowhere to hide... Im left with my wits only, although these aren't likely to be particularly helpful at this precise moment due to my fuzzy head.
'The wall' approaches with a chair in his enormous hand, places it just infront of Mr Smirkypants and gestures for me to sit. With a huff and a shake of my head I decline the seat.
He steps forward and catches my arm, pulling me closer to the chair and forcing me to sit down in it. He stands behind the chair and gently places his hands on my shoulders. I presume to impress upon me my helplessness, but I decide to test my theory anyway by attempting to stand up. I'm right, he puts some force into holding me in place. I glare up at him, and he places one meaty mauler on the top of my head and turns it to face Mr Smirkypants.
I notice our knees are almost touching, and look up into his eyes, catching him with his tongue in his cheek, staring!
There is a thump in my chest and my breath catches in my throat. What the hell is that all about, and what does he want?
Minutes pass by and no words are uttered. I am feeling more and more vulnerable, being stared at makes me feel nervous at the best of times, but whilst half naked, wrapped in a blanket in an abandoned building, stuck between these 2 men I don't know I feel absolute terror!
I decide I have to speak. Looking directly at Mr Smirky, and with a confident tone that I don't actually feel i say:
"Ok, enough now! You obviously have some reason for bringing me here. Would you care to share it with me so I can help you out and then get out of here"
He fixes his eyes on me and growls in a deep, heavily accented low voice that I did not expect from his boyish face, "Oh no, you misunderstand... you aren't leaving. You are never leaving"
WHAT??!!
Mr Smirky stands up and nods at 'The wall' who turns and walks out of the door he came in. I watch him leave and I turn back to Mr Smirky, who has stood up and is just circling round to the back of my chair. I sit still, turning my face forward again, looking at the seat of the chair he has just vacated. I wonder if it's still warm, he's been sat on it for a while. I lift my freezing bare feet and place them onto the chair. It is still a little warm. Where the hell did that thought come from?? For all I know he's just about to bash my head in, shoot me or cut my throat, and I'm not even scared. I should be thinking of ways to stay alive but I can't. I am a little unnerved as he is standing directly behind me, and I'm wondering what his intentions are, but actually, despite being convinced I'm going to die here, I don't feel afraid. I have been wanting out of my marriage for many years, but being murdered by someone else wasn't the way i visualised finally being free of Shaun.
Being murdered BY Shaun however did regularly cross my mind, so much so that I had quietly been making plans for my kids futures if I am ever missing or found dead.
I'm not about to waste what are likely to be my last moments on earth thinking about Shaun, and the wasted life I have led with him.
I close my eyes and instead focus on the images of my beautiful kids, and hear their voices. My 18 year old daughter Bo telling me she's lucky to have me as her mum, and my 19 year old son Shay telling me he will always keep me safe.
My eyes still closed I smile to myself. At that moment i feel warm breath on the right side of my neck, and smell that same woody scent I noticed on the fleecy blanket wrapping my shivering form. My eyes snap open and I attempt to stand up, but my head is held in place... Mr Smirky has my loose bun at the nape of my neck in his hand and tugs on it just firmly enough to keep me in place. I gasp at that unexpected development and feel an electric sensation between my legs, as if my scalp is directly attached to my core! He quietly laughs.
He has the nerve to fucking laugh!!
Arsehole!
"Are you going to tell me your name at least? Oh, and maybe you could tell me what you hope to achieve by killing me too?" I snap
Silence
I feel warm soft moisture on my neck and realise he is very gently licking me, his tongue barely touching me, from the neckline of the gown, up to my ear. I shudder. Oh come on!!! Really??? Abducted, soon to be murdered for unknown reasons isn't enough? He's going to rape me too!?
Not if I have anything to do with it!
I make a fist and whip my left hand up directly above my head, connecting with the top of his head. This obviously shocks him as he stands up allowing my right fist to make contact with his abdomen. Christ... that is one firm stomach!
He lets out a groan and in a second is moving around the chair to take up a position infront of me. At the same time I jump up and attempt to run, but trip on the bloody fleecy blanket and fall forward, colliding with him. He grips me to his chest and holds me still.
When I stop fighting he sets me on my feet and steps back from me. The blanket is now at my feet.
He bites his bottom lip and stares at me.... I remember my present state of undress and bring my arms up across my chest to hide my very stiff nipples. Strange... under his gaze I don't feel cold anymore?!
This causes him to laugh out loud at me. Covering my chest has just shortened my gown by at least 3 inches, leaving my knickers exposed! Fuck my life!