Golden Cage

Part Three

-"Mmmmm", I moaned while slowing waking up and as always whenever I wake up, I just have to sneeze and I try to do it as quietly as possible, so I dont anger my dad ( he hates it when I sneeze in the morning, its a sign on diseases and diseases must be cured ) even thinking of his cure made my skin crawl and fear creep into my heart, so i turned my head and sneezed into my shoulder, since for some reason my hand was not cooperating. 

Ahhh finally done with my sneezing.

I try to stretch , but I cant ... I try to move my hands,,, can't,,, my legs,,,, cant.

Panic sets in and i try to loop up, but only now i notice that I cant see anything.

I start to move, trying to break free but I cant, then I hear his voice

-"Shh,,, stop moving, you will only hurt yourself kitten"

And the memories flood my mind. I was walking home from my shift at the coffee shop, when some man came behind me, wrapped his hand... oh god, No!

-"Please, i-ii-i d-ddidnt ddd-do anything, ph-ph-please.."

-"Let you go? kitten dont talk nonsense", his voice was deep and dark, if a voice can be dark his voice was.

His presence, his aura screamed danger, his...

His hand slowly touched my cheek and I gave a scream.

-"Screaming already?" his voice was filled sarcasm and .... and joy ?

-"ph-please, i-iii dddh-dh-didnt do any-anything,, i-ih-ih donn't kn-know anyhh-anything"

-"Shhh kitten", his hand slowly moved from my cheek to my neck, where it rested there, rested there tightly, "You belong to me kitten, you are mine" his voice became even deeper and more harsh that I thought it was possible.

The blindfold saw rapidly taken away from my eyes and it took me few seconds to get my eyes used to the low warm light in the room.

His face was in front of me. 

What the priest used to say in my church was true, all along he was right, the devil is handsome.

The thick eyebrows above eyes with a long lashes, eyes that are color of light grey. The perfect nose lined up symmetrically with full lips. His face was covered with black beard and the same black short hair. 

But his eyes, they weren't empty as the priest has told many times, no his eyes were filled with emotions, dark emotions, twisted emotions.

And in his eyes, I saw my reflection, how he sees me. Brown hair around my face and covering most of the pillow, big green/blue eyes, opened wide and filled with fear and tears, small nose and full small lips, lips quivering with fears and big tears on cheeks.

His hand made its way from my neck to the shirt and only now I realized, that my jacket and my shoes and my socks were taken away besides other things and that I was left only with a shirt and jeans, and for that I was grateful.

But not for long