31. The Gift
Chapter 31
The Gift
I t’s Christmas Eve, and I’m sitting in the dark, utterly exhausted from crying, feeling lost and terrified about my fate. My mind is still grappling with the reality that the man I found incredibly sexy, and alluring, at the diner, is the asshole who drugged and kidnapped me. Let’s not even talk about what he did to me with my vibrator, and in the glory hole. The truth is I’m sitting here wrestling with myself; a part of me wants to escape and bludgeon him, and the other part desires to climb him like a thick tree, and fuck him silly.
A shiver races down my spine at the memory of him fisting me, and then yesterday when he fucked me ruthlessly into the floor. My traitorous, sore pussy tingles and weeps with thoughts of those piercings, which adorn his massive cock, and the pleasure that they bring. “Fuck, get it together, bitch, he’s a serial killer,” I mumble out loud. Ah yes, that seems to be my biggest hardship to get past, not the fact that he lied, stalked, and took me, or that he has my neck in a metal collar, and has me chained to a wall once again, but the fact that the psycho enjoys killing people. That’s the part I can’t get my mind to wrap around. He looks so ordinary, pretentious, and snobby as hell, but I would have never guessed he could have killed thirty-plus people. Jesus, I really do know how to pick them, don’t I?
My eyes slide across to the surface of the bed, at the tray that is laden with food he left hours ago, when he once again tried to speak with me. My stomach thunders with hunger, but I hold back, refusing to take anything from him. It’s the principle of it, I tell myself, as the bowl of fruit tries to seduce me from my spot on the floor.
I lower my head on my drawn knees, pulling the sheet I’m wrapped in closer to me, to prevent looking in that direction anymore, and think over his words before he left, frustrated and furious with me.
“You can’t keep doing this, temptation. I don’t want to have to force you to eat, but I will. I’m not above shoving a fucking tube down your throat, and a needle in your veins. Just try me; you won’t like the results.”
“Be reasonable, woman! So what if I kidnapped you? Can you sit there and tell me you were enjoying your life? I can give you anything you desire. Anything you dream about, I can make happen for you. You don’t have to struggle anymore; give in to me.”
“Sweet temptation, you’re really pissing me off with this silent treatment. You don’t want me to have to get creative to hear you speak. I would much rather have a civilized conversation with you, than torture you to hear you scream, but I’m taking nothing off the table until you act like a grown-up.”
“Please, Chrissy. I just want to know if you’re okay. Are you in pain? Do you need something?”
That last interaction almost had me caving. His voice was so soft and distraught, and his dark gray eyes were lined with sorrow. He looked like he hadn’t slept any more than I had. His broad shoulders were rounded, and a look of utter defeat graced his handsome face. Despite the need to go to him and comfort him, I held firm and refused to speak, or take anything from him, and after a few hours of just sitting there across from me, he left without a word. I wonder if he’ll kill me, now that he has no use for me.
Is he right? Did I have nothing to look forward to? Yes, my life was hard, but there were happy times too; it wasn’t all hardship. Memories of when I first met Daisy at a bus stop enter my mind. She was a runaway living on the streets, who had stolen a bag of chips from a local grocery store, and was hiding as the manager searched the street for her, with a bat in his hands. I saw how her tiny body trembled with fear, and how she attempted to make herself disappear, contorting her tiny body into a corner behind a metal bench. Her soft blues looked up at me and pleaded for help, and in that moment, I found a kindred spirit, and knew I would never let anything happen to her. Did she sometimes drive me insane, with her outrageous and reckless behavior? Sure, but she was my family, her and Toothless. Found family, rather than blood.
Toothless, my poor baby, is out there, not knowing where I am. He counts on me for his survival. Daisy is a scatterbrain. I love her dearly, but she is, and I wonder if she’s even noticed I’m missing yet. Is she feeding him and letting him out to potty? Does he have his favorite toy, and has he gone for walks? My chest tightens with the fear that I will never see the sweet pup that I rescued from a dog fight again. The memory of his beautiful large eyes begging me to save him from the monsters hurting him ripples through my mind. That was the first time I ever came close to murdering someone. Watching that horrible man beat on a small black dog, and allowing other dogs to attack him. I don’t know what came over me, but before I could stop myself, I grabbed a discarded piece of wood from the ground, and bashed it against the back of his skull. Then I grabbed Toothless, and ran from that alleyway and never looked back. We have been inseparable ever since, except for now.
Deep in my heart, I know I could have killed that man, and that makes me wonder if I’m really any different than Nic. We all have those moments where rage takes over, and our predatory senses come to the forefront; his just seem more extreme. Maybe the people he killed were all bad, perhaps they weren’t, but all I know is, at any point, he could have killed me or Daisy, and he didn’t.
Does that mean I can put aside what he’s done to me? I don’t know; my mind and heart are warring against each other. There is something about him that draws me to him, and has from the very beginning. I remember the devastating sensations I felt, when he was interested in Daisy rather than me. Holy shit! Is he actually interested in Daisy, or was that a way to string me along, and make me not suspect him as the creep sending me the text messages? I need answers, and I need them now. One thing is for sure: I have no intention of letting that slide.
I get up from the floor, walk over to the bed, sit myself down, and start eating. I’m going to need my strength to pummel him, so I might as well not let any of this go to waste after all.