Page 49 of His Obsession
“You did this to yourself,” Alek breathed.
“What did I tell you, Alek?” Randall said.
“Shut up, Tonk,” Alek said.
My eyes followed them as they turned out the lights and shut the door, never turning back to look at me, to see the pain they have caused me.
A gut-wrenching sob escaped from my chest as the monsters crawled from the corners of the pitch-black room and circled around me. Screaming with a hoarse voice, I yanked on my cuffs until they were slick, and blood ran down my arms.
“Alek,please. Help me,” I cried.
I had gone from the energetic fighter to a pathetic woman terrified of the dark and begging for someone to save me.
What have I become?
Exhaustion settled in my bones, and I couldn't fight anymore. My lids became heavy, and I fought in vain to stay awake.
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It was still dark when I woke, and my heart picked up right where it left off—pounding uncontrollably. I ran my hands over my face and quickly realized there were no restraints, but my wrists had something wrapped around them. I vaulted from the bed and ran to the bathroom, flipping the switch. The lights flooded the room, chasing away my demons and illuminating the mess I’ve made. Tears slipped down my face as I looked at the gouges I must have made from thrashing about.
With memories fresh in my mind, I squeezed my eyes tight, trying to forget. I didn’t want to remember Alek being so heartless, listening to me crying for help, but ignoring my pleas. How could he be so cruel? Why would he do that to me? I know I wasn’t in my right mind, but surely he could understand that.
I hit a breaking point last night. Or was it still the same night? The room had blackout curtains pinned to the windows, but small bits of light broke through the edges. It was daylight outside, and judging by the ache in my belly, I had missed over one meal.
The sun was shining brightly when I walked into the kitchen. The clock on the stove readone o'clock,confirming my suspicions. I had slept for well over fifteen hours—no wonder why I was feeling ravenous. My stomach growled again, nudging me towards the fridge for food.
Leftover sushi sat in its plastic container along with fried rice and lo-mien. My defiance ordered me to throw it in the trash and eat a bag of Cheetos just to stick it to him, but I couldn’t resist the shredded crab and spicy mayo covering the delectable rice. I tore open the lid to the container and scarfed the first bite without utensils.
Before I knew it, I demolished the roll, and I was grabbing the lo-mien, taking mouthfuls with my fingers. I looked like a wild child, raised by wolves, and I had found something other than raw meat.
As I walked out to sit by the pool, the sun beat down on my face, and my belly was full and about to revolt. My food baby stuck out, and I didn’t care. I put my head back on the chair and closed my eyes, letting the sun guard me against my fears. If the sun was out, the darkness couldn’t creep in and tear at me like monsters with gnashing teeth.
"How are you feeling?" Alek asked, his massive body blocking most of my sunlight.
I jerked and raised my hand to shield my eyes. Alek stood before me in a white, long sleeve dress shirt with the sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, the scratches I left behind barely visible. He placed his hands in his pockets and waited for my reply.
After everything he did to me, how was it possible that I still wanted him to strip me bare and lick me up and down?
I kicked the image out of my head and replied, "Like I want you out of my sun."
I put my hand down and closed my eyes again, ignoring him. It was in my best interest to disregard him as much as I could. When this ordeal was over, I'd be finding a new job and kicking him out of my life forever. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.
The sun came flooding back in, bathing my face in its delightful warmth. “Better?”
"No, you're still here."
"That will not change anytime soon, so you need to adapt and overcome."
His lecture ticked me off, and I wanted to beat on him some more. “Adapt and overcome?” I said, standing from my chair and poking him in the chest. “Do you have any idea what you did to me last night?” I looked away towards the pool, afraid he could see the raw emotion in my eyes. “I called for you. I was terrified, and you left me.” My voice broke and gave away my pain.
“You weren’t in your right mind, Liz. You would have said anything to get out.”
“No shit, I wasn’t in my right mind, but you’re wrong about one thing, Alek,” I said, looking him in the eyes and showing him the terror still resting there. “I wouldn’t have lied about my fears. I never have.” I hung my head and held back the tears threatening to spill over.
Alek put his hand on my shoulder as if it were a test to see if I would pull away from him. When I didn’t, he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight. “You’re safe here, Liz. I want you to know that.”
I nodded into his chest and sniffled, wiping away my tears. “I know.”