(He will not spare me this time.)
He was furious.
(I don't get it! I was loud enough for the other person to hear me!)
After a while, Skyler came back. He had a knife in his hand and looked enraged. He rushed towards me, grabbed my collar, and threw me on the floor.
"UGH!"
I was lying flat now. He then threw the knife which looked like it was gonna slice my face.
I closed my eyes as I saw the knife getting closer to my face.
But nothing hit me. I kept my eyes closed for a while and then opened them back.
!!??!
Skyler's face was so close to mine, he was holding the knife an inch away from my face right above my eye. If I had moved even an inch that knife would have poked my eyes out.
His face looked so horrifying as if he were bursting with anger.
I gasped and froze; I could feel the sweat dripping from my body.
" WHEN I TELL YOU TO SHUT UP, YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP," he said in a loud voice. "NEXT TIME THIS KNIFE WILL SLICE YOUR TONGUE"
His words, his actions, everything was so horrifying. I couldn't say anything.
He then put the knife away and stood up straight. He brushed the dust off his clothes and started to walk toward the dead body next to me. He grabbed the body's arm and dragged him out of the room.
I felt the air trapped in my throat make its way out.
"*gasp* I-I'm alive"
(How am I still alive? no no why am I still alive?)
There was probably a centimeter, no, a millimeter of a difference between my face and that knife.
(He took the guy away too, But I can care less about him, I just hope he rests in peace.)
I cannot believe Skyler was the person I liked, and the guy he just took was the person I hated. I never liked the guy Skyler was with, but I never wanted him to die, he was just innocent. He also looked like he really liked Skyler.
I felt so bad for him, but I was feeling more miserable for myself.
Skyler came back after a while; he didn't say anything I could tell he had calmed down a little by now.
He sat on the same chair in the corner of the room and started to draw again.
30 minutes pass by and we did not exchange a single word.
(…I need to use the toilet. )
15 minutes pass by.
(I cannot hold it in! I need to go!!)
I had no choice but to ask for Skyler's help again.
"Toilet," I said in a low tone.
He did not do anything. Normally he would at least look at me once, or reply to me indicating I have his attention but now he wasn't even flinching.
"Uhm, I need to go!", there was no response.
(I'm going to piss myself! The last thing I want to do in front of my kidnapper would be to wet myself.)
10 minutes pass by.
(Ok, that is it! please.)
"Skyler please! I need to use the toilet".
He then looked straight at me, got up, and walked out of the room.
!!??!
(The heck! You can't do this to me! Come back!!)
Not long after, he came back with a steel chain in his hand. At the end of the chain, there was a locking leash.
He put one end of the chain on my foot and the other end on a steel rod that was attached to the wall next to the bathroom in the same room.
The chain wasn't that long but long enough for me to go to the bathroom.
He then untied my legs and arms.
"go".
I rushed to the toilet to do my business.
While I was busy, I tried to check if there was some kind of passage to go through. There was nothing I could use there either. There wasn't even an exhaust fan, only a toilet, a shower, and a sink.
Hopeless, I went outside.
I was expecting Skyler to tie my hand and legs down again, but he did not.
Confused I just sat on the floor.
After a while, Skyler spoke.
"you don't need to be tied anymore, now that he's gone"
(Ok? Thank you for the clarification. Now can you release me completely?)
"Alright" I replied in a cold voice.
"Are you hungry?" he said.
I'm telling you, this guy had a personality disorder.
(An hour ago you were holding a knife to my head, 30 minutes ago you were not replying to me and now you're asking me if I'm hungry? What is going to be next? Are you going to Kiss me? Or kill me? well he can kill me anytime.)
"no ." I gave short answers.
*growl*
(Of course, dear body, I hate you.)
He looked straight at me.
"Wait"
He went out and after about 20 minutes he came back with a tray in his hands. The tray had a freshly made omelet, some slices of bread, and a glass of fresh juice.
(As far as I can remember watching crime shows, hostages weren't supposed to be given good food?)
He sat down in front of me and placed the tray on his lap.
"I said I'm not hungry," I told him as he sat down.
"it's ok just eat a few bites"
He took the fork and cut the omelet into pieces. He then took a piece and placed it in front of my mouth.
(Why…why is he being so nice to me all of a sudden?)
"My hands are open I can eat by myself !" I said looking at the piece confused.
"just eat, or do you want me to force it inside?" he said smiling.
(What is wrong with him?)
As much as I hate to admit it, I was indeed scared of him.
He fed me the food and then placed a piece of paper in front of me. It wasn't the same paper he was sketching on, it was a form..?