Too Close, Too Fast

No Next Time

Nick

I am starting to get used to the dark, so I can see now, that I am in some sort of basement. And as I can mostly FEEL, I am tied up here. Lying on a wooden bed, I would say. That’s all I know. And there is another one small detail – probably it was Vanessa who put me here. I don’t know how long I’ve been here, but I think it’s been already couple hours since I regained my consciousness. I’ve already tried calling for help, I kept screaming and shouting, but nothing… Nobody showed up, not even Vanessa. I don’t want to admit it, but I am starting to feel scared. I need to use a bathroom, I am hungry and thirsty and my hands are starting to hurt. But the worst part is – I am alone with my thoughts and I am not really optimistic right now, so basically all I can think about now, it’s that I am gonna die here, sooner or later. Plus sometimes I remember that it’s totally my fault that I ended up here. I shouldn’t have been going investigating by myself. When I got suspicious about Natalia, I should have just dump her right that moment. Why did I need to know if she was hiding something and then why did I stay to question her about being Vanessa? That was so stupid…

I am an i***t. I know that now. A stupid jerk that will die because he was thinking with his… p***s. That’s maybe harsh, but it’s true. I really hate myself for this flaw – that I have to chase every woman around me… It took away my family and broke every relationship that I’ve had. One would say I would get wiser with age, but no, it’s still the same. Maybe even worse, if I ended up a prisoner of a crazy… exgirlfriend? Or exfriend? Oh, I don’t know anymore. I don’t want to die here…

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELPPPP. SOMEBODY THEREEEEE? PLEAAASE.” I tried another time, even though I already knew it would be worthless. Plus, my voice was getting weaker and weaker. I would like to remain brave and strong, but I am really scared right now. What’s gonna happen next?

***

Vanessa

When I returned home to my Nick (oh, how I enjoy saying this), I found him totally exhausted and desperate. My poor little baby tried calling for help, I’ve heard him, when I entered the room. Luckily the basement was really soundproof as I had hoped. Nobody will hear his screaming and nobody will tear us apart this time.

“Come on, sweetieee, what’s wrong? I am here for you now, so tell me, what do you need?” I asked my love and he was resistant at first, trying to be brave and saying the usual stuff about not wanting anything from someone like me and that I am a psycho… “Let me go, immediately, I am a cop, people will start looking for me sooner or later, you can’t really think you can kidnap me and nobody will notice, right?” Blah, blah, blah…

 I explained that I have everything under control and I couldn’t help but tell him that nobody will be looking for him…. “You don’t have a lot of friends; you don’t talk to anybody from your family… so you’ve made it so easy for me. Thank you for that.”

Then I waited for him to calm down, meanwhile I kept telling him about my day and described the rest of our house to him… Then I asked again, if he needs anything. “Maybe a glass of water? I bet you are thirsty, if you kept screaming for help all day, sweetie.” He looked at me with hate, but then he nodded slowly. He was desperate and he needed my help. That was so nice…

I helped him to a drink (of course I wasn’t ready to let him hold a glass, I am not that naïve…), then I helped him to use a urinal – oh man, he was sooo pissed about that… But he really needed it, so he gave up his fight eventually. Then I went to the kitchen to prepare some food for us – nothing special, just salad and hot dogs, because I didn’t have a lot of time for cooking – I knew my Nick was already really hungry after all that hard day. It must have been difficult for him, especially because he was all alone and I couldn’t be with him. But soon enough he will get used to this new arrangement and after he will show me some remorse for our past and some love and hopes for the future, I will slowly let him have more freedom. Baby steps…

So, then I fed Nick and he even thanked me for it – that’s a good sign. Then I asked him, if he would like me to change his clothes – I mean, he was in jeans all day that certainly can’t be comfortable. He was hesitating for a while there, but he agreed. So I chose nice comfortable pyjamas for him, even though I know he enjoys more sleeping naked or in boxers. But that’s not suitable for staying in the cold basement all night and the next day.

Ok, getting his clothes changed wasn’t easy. I couldn’t let him out completely, only one hand of leg at the time, nothing more. I had to be really cautious in case he would attack me or try to get away. But I managed to let him know that it’s worthless to even try… So, now I gave him a good night kiss and went to my own bed. After a while we will sleep together, but as I’ve said before – baby steps..

***

Nick

I almost gave up hope that something would change, when Vanessa showed up. At first she was trying to be really sweet, but I guess I kinda pissed her out when kept begging her to let me go. All I wanted to do, was shout at her that’s she’s crazy b***h. Or better yet, hit HER head for a change, but I couldn’t move much and I knew it wouldn’t be very wise to insult her, if she’s only one who knows where I am and she’s basically the only one who can help me – and she knew that. Even though I didn’t remain very calm and maybe a word psycho got out my mouth, she seemed only a little irritated with me… because she knew she had the upper hand here.

And MAN, was she prepared for me… I thought I could get a chance of escape, when she wanted to change my clothes, but no! She brought a knife along with the pyjamas and she looked at me and said coldly: “If you try anything on me… I swear I will use this knife. I don’t want to hurt you in any way, Nick, but I have to defend myself and our love and life together. And you know what part of your body I would focus on?” She grabbed the knife and moved it around my body to my crotch area. Ok, I told you that I’ve made a lot of bad choices because of my p***s, but I didn’t say I wanted to get rid of it, or damage it anyhow… So, I lied still and carefully followed the knife with my eyes, while she loosened my arms and legs, but only one by one, so I never had any chance of getting away anyway.

I felt so much better, when she finally decided to leave me alone. I know, it’s weird, all day long I wished somebody would come down here, but after a while in her company, I was almost looking forward to being alone again. I was kinda glad that she fed me and gave me water and everything else that I don’t want to even mention, but I still hated her for what she was doing to me.

But Vanessa seemed to know it and didn’t care much, or at least she didn’t show it. She treated me like a bratty child that needs punishment, but also some love and care, because the kid doesn’t really want to misbehave, it just doesn’t know any better. She even tried to kiss me, but that was the last straw for me… I couldn’t stand her lips so near, so I spat on her. But Vanessa didn’t move a single muscle in her face. Just raised her hand and wiped it away in one movement. “That wasn’t very nice of you, Nick. You should be ashamed of yourself,” she said and before I could answer, she slapped me across my face and then left me there, whining in pain. “Next time it won’t be your face… Good night,” Vanessa stated before she turned off the light again and closed and locked the door behind her.

‘Next time… let’s hope there is no next time,’ I thought and decided that it wouldn’t be very wise to try this again. I have to figure another way of defending myself and my freedom. But the problem is, I don’t know how to do it… yet.

***

Vanessa

November 3

Ok, things are slowly petting better, at least in my opinion. At first Nick was acting out all the time, just like little kids do, when they is a change in their lives. Of course Nick isn’t a little boy, but he sure acts like one sometimes. But I think he’s getting used to our new life together and he seems growing on to me. Every time I need to leave the house, he seems genuinely disappointed that we can’t be together… just like me, but I still have some arrangement to do. And every time I am coming back, he’s smiling with relieve. I guess the silent and dark treatment is working wonders for us – he’s probably really alone down there, so he’s grateful for any company and care.

It was hard at first and the trouble isn’t over yet, but I feel it’s getting better. We had to learn, how to live together… how to make things easier for one another. Now I don’t have to yell at him or threaten him, he’s obedient and lets me help him with everything he needs. I even sometimes untie one of the handcuffs and let him hold his drink or food with one hand. Of course I am still watching over him, so he wouldn’t try anything shady, but truth is, he doesn’t. So, we learn how to trust each other, I guess. I hope that soon enough I will be able to trust him even more and let him free, so we can finally live normally. But not yet… We’re just not there yet…

***

November 5

Oh, f**k! A little bump on the road… And just when I was feeling so sure it would work out perfectly. Never mind, I will deal with it. What happened? It’s Nick’s cell phone, it’s ringing all the time now and it’s driving me crazy. Of course, I have the phone with me all the time, so Nick doesn’t know anything and can’t contact anyone. Until now, everything seemed fine, but yesterday a text message from guy named Drake came. “Buddy, I have the results, call me, it’s IMPORTANT, you were totally right.” I thought he was just exaggerating, so I didn’t do anything. But that Drake guy hasn’t given up since… He’s been calling almost every hour and he’s sent a dozen new messages. “Nick, where are you?” or “Are you in trouble, man?” I wasn’t sure who Drake was… but then I realized that I knew him. I remembered – Nick used to have a friend named Drake, he was a detective and a very good one… He always hated me, so we didn’t talk much, even though we were both Nick’s friends back in the day… when he was married to Jasmine and working as a detective too.

Ok, stop reminiscing, Vanessa. Drake’s onto something… That’s not good. I have to think of something, quickly - before he finds us.