Chapitre 19: Part XIX
He dragged me into a hut, I've been in so many strange places these few days i doubt anything would surprise me anymore. but strangely, this one does as it disappoints my expectation. Its just an empty room with a bed.
He loosen the rope from my body, relieving me a little but making me feel a little exposed as he stands in front of me in silence, looking at me really closely from head to toe and that's when I realise how I look right now: not sure of my face and hair since there's no form of mirror whatsoever, my once white shirt is now auburn as a result of my dried blood with a tear in the chest area and several other little holes probably from the tree I fell in, my blue shorts stained with mud and dirt and also dried blood.
"Look at me." He says and I cower away in fear, not daring to even move.
"In the eyes", he says again and i obey this time, raising my eyes slowly and stopping right at his, my heart beat thudding loudly in my ear.
"Do they remind you of anything?" He asks as I shake my head, looking back down immediately. He walks away, sitting on the bed and thankfully not looking at me with those strange eyes.
what could they possibly remind me of. He must be insane.
"The first time I saw you I knew you were an interesting character, not like the rest" he says and I look at him. He's seen me before? The others? Does he mean the other women they've slaughtered?.
"The way you looked into my eyes and responded to me, I knew there was something special about you and then when I paid you a visit, your voice was pretty enchanting."
I start to shake in fear, trying to understand him, searching my memory for him but not finding any.
He looks at me and this time, not at my body but deep into my eyes and I didn't look away. Where the bravery came from, I have no idea but I hold eye contact with him and my eyes widen in realisation after few seconds and then he smirks, looking away.
"I knew you'd get it eventually." He says. These eyes, they look like the exact same pair of eyes I saw in the woods on my first day in the cabin.
Those captivating eyes that scared me to my roots and the voice, the one I spoke to from the bathroom. The one that told me where the towels were, using Dylan's voice.
Oh my God. I take a step back in fear, my legs shaky and my body sweaty, unsure of what to do or what he wants with me.
"Don't worry Crystal. I won't hurt you. Unless you go against me."
"G-go a-gainst you?" I whisper in a shaky confused voice, moving backwards.
"Come sit", he taps the spot beside him and I stay frozen in my spot, scared of even breathing. He looks at me with eyes that show he's no joker and i take sluggish steps towards him, sitting far away at the edge of the bed.
He pulls me closer by my hand to the spot where he meant and whispers in my ear, "you do exactly as I say to avoid pain sweetheart".
My heart races and my eyes moisten up ready to let loose the water works but I try to hold it in as well as my breath as his minty breath lingers in the air, not sure if I'm allowed to breathe.
I look at the ground and he gets up, standing in front of me. I can see his really beautiful and clean bare feet and just then, a black cloth drops and covers it up. looking up to find out where the cloth came from, I realise he's removed his long black hood revealing his defined v-line, hard rock abs and biceps. Looking futher up, his smooth broad chest comes to view and then his face.
A face with features of that of a god. His curly jet black hair matching his beautiful eyes covers a part of his forehead, his jaw so sharp and defined it could cut through a tree and his lips, so pink and full. I could swear this guy is from a generation of gods.
"Are you done drinking me up with your eyes", he says and on impulse, I look down embarrassed, praying deeply that he doesn't hit me. Or does something worse.
He sits beside me and I move away, he tries to touch my hair and I flinch. What does this man want with me? Who is he and where am I? Am I even dead, alive or still in the afterworld? These unending mysteries leave me confused and scared.
Where's Dylan right now? Did Betty make it? I need to know. I need answers.
"Why are you moving away from me?" He asks lowly but angrily, "is it because of that coward?" By coward I know he means Dylan but I choose to stay shut, cowering away in fear.
He drags me like a lifeless doll to his body and I was right, his abs are so hard. What? What's wrong with me? I try to move away from him but his grip holds me in place as I struggle. In one swift movement, he puts me on the bed and he's above me with his elbows on the bed holding him up with his face mere inches from mine.
I cry and try to move away from him but he slaps me hard across the face making me cry harder.
He moves and I take advantage of the opportunity to sit up. He looks at me and sighs, sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to me.
"I told you it was just a night. Do as I say and you'd see Dylan by morning." My eyes widen and I look at him, trying to find the lie but I can't be sure. He might be honest, or not.
"Where am I?" I ask still crying a little.
"You're still in the after world but you made it this far. You would've made it back to life if not for me. I needed you so I made sure to interrupt your journey."
"What?" I say without even thinking, my fear disappearing. "You were the one who interrupted me? Just when I was about to make it? Why?! What do you want from me?!! Why -"
"You!!!"- he cuts me off, his voice booming and my fear returns as he gets up to face me. "I love you okay?! I love you much more than Dylan ever did and ever would!!!."
I look at him in utter disbelief and complete silence. He loves me? Who is he in the freaking first place? how can he just love me like this? What does this even mean? He comes on the bed, kneeling in front of me looking like a psychopath.
"Just let me have you and you can have the world. I'd give you much more than Dylan ever would."
I shake my head and he reaches to kiss me but I move away. Immediately, he holds the hem of my shirt and in a second, tears it off my body leaving me in my black bra.
Hiding my body away from him, I cry and try to run away but he drags me back, tearing my bra as well revealing my breasts and looking at me hungrily. I hit him violently, crying loudly and yelling for help trying to get away from him.
He hits me again but I do not relent as I struggle even more only causing him to beat me up while molesting me, grabbing my breasts and running his hand on my body.
Gathering up all the strength left me, I kick him hard in the groin and he lets me go, falling to the side of bed and immediately, I run as fast as my legs would take me to the door. To the locked door.
I look back at him and see him writhing in pain on the bed and I kick and hit the door for it to open to no avail.
This always happens to me. It's like I'm cursed and I don't even have the strength to fight back anymore. It's a pointless battle. giving up, I turn around resting my back to the door not bothering to hide my body from him and crying, feeling overly worked up and frustrated.
I just want to die right now.
Why do I have to go through so much pain and still be alive. I never knew dying was this hard. I thought living was much harder than dying!!!!
"I see you love him this much", he says and I look at him seeing him sit on the bed looking at me with an evil smirk on his face, "I guess we'd just have to take him out of the picture then."
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