The Lovestruck Intern

Underground basement Brownsville, New York 6:32 PM Monica couldn't believe it. Her life in most recent times would make up a really good romcom but right now it seemed like something from those horrible shows that required surviving on swampy water and squeaky rodents. Come to think of it, she hasn't eaten for the past six hours and her stomach growled intensely. Exactly this day last week, she was in the arms of the man she has come to love so much. She was properly cared for, spoiled and had the world at her fingertips. She was living the life she always wanted, but now she was tied up in a room that smelled like pee and vomit. Her stomach rumbled again. She was starving at this point, and desperately wanted something to eat. Why was she thinking of food right at this moment when her captor was still deciding on what to do with her. She knew what he had to do to make a point. She had made him really mad and now, he was going to take drastic measures into hurting her. But to be honest, she deserved it, Monica thought. Her heart ached as she remembered all the times she had been foolish and erratic, acting the wrong way out of her flimsy emotions? Now, this was karma and she was getting all that she deserved. As she continued ruminating on her sour thoughts, the door creaked noisily. Then, her captor reappeared. He was dressed in a leather coat and wore gloves. It was chilly outside but in the pee-smelling room, it was warm. Maybe it was the accumulation of pee from the previous people that had been tied down here. ‘Please, can I get some food, or some water at least?’ She knew he would probably never answer her, but he was holding a take out bag, and it smelled like Chinese food. Her stomach growled again, the sound unsettling. Maybe in a few hours, her stomach would have to eat itself out. She had read it somewhere that the stomach was capable of doing just that when deprived of food. ‘You want this?’ Her captor waved the bag in her face, and her eyes moved along. She was drooling now. A single bite would save her from this gruelling pain she was feeling. ‘Please, I beg you. Just one bite and you can keep the rest. I'm so hungry.’ She begged like a child. She didn't care, she really needed to eat something. ‘Is that so? You know you put yourself in this mess. We could have had a good life, Mon. But then, you played yourself by acting like the dumb b***h you've always been.’ He said viciously, throwing the pack of food on the dirty floor. Her eyes remained there, on the floor, she was still going to eat the trashy meal right there off the floor, if only he let her. She didn't mind if it would get her sick, but it was better than feeling this way. Ouch, her stomach hurt so badly. ‘By the way, have you thought to yourself why you're feeling this way? You're not one with a big appetite, so what's it to ya, Mon?’ She hated it when he called her, Mon. Just the same way her evil stepfather called her. They both belonged in hell, for treating her badly. She watched him as he spoke, and he let out a menacing laugh. He walked closer to her, his strong manly smell overpowering her. He crouched slightly, with his bearded face meeting her small, smooth face. ‘You must be pregnant. I think you’re carrying that bastard's baby inside of you. Con-gra-tu-f*****g-la-tions!’ He spat and let out another evil laughter. Monica’s stomach growled intensely now. She knew he had to be lying, it couldn't be. But what if it wasn’t. Then, she was in big trouble and he was going to show her the bad stuff he was made of.