Ardent Thirst

Precious - Chapter - 6

He’s so irritating. I was walking back and forth in the room continuously. How the hell am I stuck in this situation? And I don’t even know his name. The way he kidnapped me yet gave me this room and privacy, it's all very confusing. The last time I got kidnapped, I was scared, and that unknown feeling got stuck in my mind. Somehow, I never wanted to face that feeling again. However, here I am. Same thing. Actually, no. Not the same thing. The last guy threw me into hell, which changed my life forever. But this guy, somehow, something is different. Still, he didn’t lay a hand on me. Yes, he did cross my space but didn’t touch me like that. He actually gave me a personal room full of different clothes. That monster only knew how to rip my clothes off, piece by piece. He didn’t only strip me naked, he ripped my soul, made it into a cube and played with it. 45 days. 45 horrific days. I had to suffer hell like a loop. Every day the same thing, only faces changed.

Maybe this guy is one step ahead. He’s providing me with the space and personal room and preparing me like we provide good food to an animal before slaughter. Maybe I’m that animal today. Though he said I could go home tomorrow, I really doubt that. There’s no way to escape. What an irony. Everything is open here, with multiple ways to escape, but still a prison. You can’t truly escape.

There’s something stuck in my throat. Anger and sorrow, both mixed with each other and maybe created a nuclear ball and got stuck in my throat. I can’t swallow and can't throw. Tears are running through my eyes, I’m helpless. Can’t do anything.

Everything is like it stopped. I can only hear the clock ticking. I continuously stared at the clock, hoping the time would pass faster. I don’t remember how much time I spent sitting on the bed one-stop, sitting still, looking at the watch.

Suddenly, I heard the gate opening in the front. A car came inside the parking area. Once the car drove inside the parking area, after that everything went back to the same situation. I had nothing to do besides sit in the same spot watching the clock ticking.

After god knows how long, I felt the sun-rays fall on my face. Suddenly, I heard a knock at my door. I didn’t bother to open the door, I’m still sitting in the same spot watching the clock. “Knock Knock”, “Knock Knock Knock”, “Knock Knock Knock Knock”, “BOOM”!!!!!

Someone slammed the door and ran into the bedroom. I didn’t even bother to look at the person. I guess he was shocked looking at me sitting like that. Who cares? I’m screwed anyway, but I swear I will kill myself before I go through that hell again. I try to calm myself down so that I don’t get a panic attack. He called me by my name, “Luna?”, “Luna??”, he grabbed me and shook me, “LUNA????”

I tiredly looked at him, “Is it time already?”

“Time for what?”,

“To rip my soul; piece by piece; once again”, I was blank, I was not feeling any emotions, I was feeling like a stone. It’s like the repetition of those 3 months all over again. The memories rush through my head, flashbacks are coming. I’m this much closer to break. My eyes are filling up with tears; it’s about to fall.

Suddenly, he hugged me gently. His big strong chest and arms are hugging me. His heartbeat is so loud as if it will explode. Why? I think he understood that I could feel his heartbeat and he let me. His chin is resting on my head. A light perfume is coming from him, mixed with cigarettes. It’s different, and it kind of soothed me. Usually, I don’t let people touch me, but I can't fight this time. I’m kind of losing myself. A tear ran through my cheek, somehow, I felt different. It’s a mixed feeling of danger and safety, kind of a grey area. I didn’t know what to do, so I stood still and let my tears run down my cheek.

After not knowing how long, he forced me to look at him by placing his hand under my chin and lightly forced me to look up. My eyes are burning, and I know it's blood red. Because of this, my vision is blurry a bit. “Don’t be scared of me Precious, I will never throw you in a Danger. I will put myself in front of a bullet for you. I would never let anything happen to you and trust me when I say this; I would do everything in my power to keep you safe.”, he said in a low husky voice, but somehow he didn’t sound like last night. I felt like his voice was about to break. I looked at him surprised.

“Come on, let me show you something. I told you you would leave today. But before you go, I want you to see something.”, he said, and guided me to leave the room. We were going through the hall, and he continued to guide me. We stopped in front of a door. “Are you ready?”, he asked me cautiously, as if he wanted to make sure I was OK. I just nod.

He opened the door for me, and my heart was pounding loudly, scared of what was inside. Is it my last happy moment before I face a similar situation to my past again? Was it the last time I saw my friends? Will I ever see them again? I know this strange man is assuring me that I will go home today, but how can I believe my kidnapper? I just went numb and stepped forward to the room.

It’s dark. I couldn’t see anything, he switched on the lights. As the light turned on, my eyes widened with shock. The walls are metal, chains, saws, blades, knives and so much more lying on a table beside the switchboard. Two people are sitting on two chairs, tied. Blood is everywhere. The weirdest thing is, none is speaking or moving. As they were tied, I walked towards them unconsciously. When I came to the position to stand in front of one person, my eyes widened even more with shock. I can’t believe what I am seeing right now.

That person is dead, cuts everywhere on his body, hands; basically everywhere. His eyes popped out as if those two were going to get out of the socket any minute. His bones were popping out of his wrists, and all of his fingers were cut off. Lastly, I saw the bullet wound on his head. His face was covered with blood. When I looked at him a little harder, I recognised the person. He’s one of those boys from the restaurant, whom I beat up pretty badly in this stranger’s bar. I don’t need to check for the other person, because I think I have a pretty good idea who that could be. Without leaving my eyes on the dead body, I asked him “Why”?