The next morning. . . . . .
I was trying to sit up but my tired limbs didn't bother to move. I was squirming with almost an explode-mass in my bladder.
I was still in bed, my side pressed tightly to my kidnapper's warm body with his hands around my waist. It wasn't tight, his hand simply was heavy.
Unable to remove his heavy hand, I was getting angrier...
Instead, he stirred and pulled me closer to him. I kept struggling and pushing his hard chest in an attempt to keep a distance.
The low grunt vibrated off his chest.
And not to my surprise, he pulled me into a breathless kiss.
As usual, I didn't respond to his kiss and stayed still... without a choice.
He was kissing me like there was no tomorrow. So I snapped gruffly, " I need to pee. ''
With a light chuckle, he pulled away leaving me a space to get up right away. I wiped my mouth with the long sleeves as the morning breath was making me gag.
I had to take my time marching towards the bathroom to take the mass off my stomach.
The pain wasn't that much as I felt my skin was sticky, undoubtedly, he had applied me the ointment while I was passed out.
I hesitantly looked at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like...shit ... Useless ...he said.
My cheek was stained brown by Micheal's slaps. My eyes were puffed from crying. And my nose was red.
My skin was pale, adding up the self-conscious purple marks on my sore wrists.
I plopped down on the bathroom floor and brought up my knees to my chest, hugging tightly while thinking about my family.
My mother and my father were teachers at church. We weren't in terms of wealth, but we were contented, and happy.
Which had been in my life, as the greatest gift from God was six years ago, the time I learnt my mother was pregnant and months later, a heart-melting emerald-eyed baby blessed our family with her arrival and to have her as my little sister, who was five years old by now.
To recall, I wasn't really bullied as my parents kept me on the line to earn mutual respect and so, to keep boundaries, to Trust No one. Look where I was now. I should have never left the house... Only if I had known....
My life was damn perfect till Micheal kidnapped me.
I wanted my life back.
I wanted to go back.
I wanted to escape this hell hole.
But always ended up being caught.
And faced with severe... punishment... As he said I was in the need of a fix.
My thoughts were interrupted by footsteps rustling near the bathroom.
I cried silently, 'why me?' thinking about the same question that I would never get An Answer to.
" Doll, what's wrong? " he snapped from behind the door.
I tried my best not to flinch away as he entered the bathroom.
I remained silent.
He came closer and kneeled before me.
Digging my nails into my forearm, I hid my face in my knees.
He was caressing my hair strands and pulled back some that were dumping on the bathroom floor.
'' I'm sorry, Doll. I was so angry that you tried to escape, '' he sighed.
" You can't leave me, you know that, huh?" His hand tried to touch my face but I cringed away and hid with my arm.
'' Baby, look at me. I am begging you, ''
The desperation was evident.
'What a bipolar bastard!'
I was getting used to the pain but not his Sick Behaviors, it was just killing me from the inside.
"Doll-" he started again and tried to grab me again.
I pulled away and pushed myself back against the wall wanting to disappear.
He suddenly yanked me to him and held my face harshly, earning a loud sob from me.
I wasn't ready for more of his unexpected snaps that would turn bloody... That blood won't be his.
I watched his grey eyes with hatred. I didn't think I would be able to have such hatred for a person.
Flashing me one of his half-smiles, he mouthed
" Let's have breakfast, baby doll. '' He grabbed me so gently that he would be afraid to hurt me more and carried me outside the bathroom.
He let me sit on the bed.
Then he walked towards his huge wardrobe and began changing his dress or uniform. Maybe his work suit that he wore almost all the time except weekends.
Weekends of hellhole...he was with me all the time..
Actually, I had never been stepped outside this king-size room by myself. Instead, I was always being grabbed by my hair, out of this room by angry Micheal.
Micheal sat on the chair beside the bed and motioned me to sit on his lap, by patting his thigh.
I got up from the bed and walked towards him. As soon as I was near him, he grabbed me by my waist keeping me secured and pull me onto his lap.
As for body sizes, I was really small as a child and he was really huge as a muscular man, which only added to the shame shelf of my misery.
Although sitting on his lap, my face was still on the height of his chest, and the muscles were poking out through his white shirt.
As usual, someone knocked on the door. " The breakfast is ready, Sir, '' the voice said.
'' Come in, '' Micheal said while kissing my forehead repeatedly and sniffing my hair with low grunts.
The unfamiliar woman came in with the big tray. Well, Micheal seemed to have the fun of changing the maids.
He was straight about hurting me without a single ounce of mercy when he caught me planning about ... escaping.. even when I looked like I was planning it in my mind. He showed who was in charge without wasting a second.
We ate in silence, as usual, Micheal was shoving the food down my throat though I was pleading for no more.
He never listened and insisted me on eating till he was satisfied, like always, no Choice.
After eating, the maid that was standing near the corner cleaned up the table.
Micheal stared at me for so long. Sometimes, I couldn't read the expression on his face. He seemed to be in deep thoughts, the thoughts I didn't wish to find out.
After a couple of minutes, he carried me in bridal style and set me onto the couch.
'' I will be back at 5 as usual. Wait for me, baby doll, '' he said and kissed my forehead.
Then he winked and walked out with one last glance.
I couldn't help but stared at him as he walked out.
He was really good looking. His sharp features and grey eyes really matched to him. I wondered if he was a sort of model.
I sighed and cut out of my thoughts as he was my kidnapper. I wasn't really thinking about him, but still, I wondered what if he wasn't like this.
He would be a perfect guy.
He seemed to care about my education as he hired a female teacher to continue my study.
I would go insane.
But guess what? I wasn't giving up.
I had hoped to get out of here. And so, I would be ready when I finally got out of here. I would be normal again!
It was still hours before the tutor arrive. So, I ran the bath and lay in the jacuzzi to kill time.
After that, I prepared to study with a so-called professional teacher. She was really professional.
Well, the meaning was I could ask her everything except escape.
I thought the staff, the housemaids, and the previous tutors would have a heart. I was wrong, terribly wrong.
They all would look at me horrified and scurry out of the room, once I insisted that I was being kidnapped.
They would go straight out of the room.
And in the evening, the mad Micheal would barge in through the door and beat me to a pulp.
The first time he found out that I asked a maid to help me, he rushed back to the mansion from his work within an hour and whipped me drew blood and left me overnight in the Basement.
I thought I was dead, but the next morning he came by and surprised me by Apologizing to me.
Weeks later and he found the butter knife I hid under the mattress.
He turned monstrous and tortured me till I blacked out. I didn't really remember what he did, sure enough, I didn't Want to Remember either.
I learned he never really Regret his actions.
And I learnt to ignore it.
After two hours of studying, the tutor left and I plopped on the couch to scroll through movies that he chose for me.
He once brought me Netflix but he would go mad when I spent too much time watching through series. He controlled what I watched and I had to rewatch repeated movies, like almost, every day.
I turned off the TV and climbed on the bed to grab the blanket.
Plopping on the couch again, I yawned and scooted on it.
I hoped to fall asleep faster, so I would have a space free from these, free from him, even if it's just a dream.
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She knew how dangerous escape could be. Survival took grit and courage and effort. It was never easy to just give in either.