Page 8 of Adam & Eve

Often, I imagined her bent over it with her firm round ass in the air while I moved in and out

of her. In my dreams, she begged me to fuck her harder. I sat down, just me and my thoughts lest I got

ahead of myself and did something stupid.

T W O

I stared straight ahead to avoid making eye contact with the crazed man in the corner. I had to calm

down enough to get my wits about me in order to see a way out of the predicament I was in. I’d

known something was wrong as soon as I woke up. The bed had been too soft. The energy in the room

hadn’t felt right. But God knew I hadn’t expected to wake up tied to some deranged man’s bed.

No way could this be real, I thought.

I had to be dreaming. I’d hoped I was dreaming; however, it took no time at all for me to

realize I had not awakened in a nightmare. It was real. I shouldn’t have been surprised. My luck had

been shit since the day I’d been born. Everybody I loved had died. My father had abandoned me. It

seemed that no matter how many obstacles I overcame, or how many hurdles I jumped, another just

popped up. I felt like the world would continue to fuck with me until the day I died and being kidnap

was part of the “fuck Eve” plot.

Breathe, Eve. Just breathe, I thought.

Only seconds had passed before I chanced a glance in his direction again, but not for long. I

didn’t need him to catch me watching him. I was surprised that in spite of my steadily rising anxiety

and anger, I was able to remain calm. Well as calm as I could be. How do I get out of this? Why me?

Taking a moment, I ran all he said through my head.

Why didn’t you see me?

That question in particular taunted me. The logical side of me screamed, of course I’ve seen

you. I’d have to be blind not to. He stuck out like a god among mortals. He was beautiful but

dangerously so. Every time I’d seen him, his gray eyes always held a glint of malevolence in them. I

knew I was the only one who noticed because I had to look beyond his perfections to see it. Most

people wouldn’t and didn’t do that. I’d heard many of my female peers allude as such.

I remembered running into him often around campus. He tried to engage me a few times, but

instinctually, I knew to stay away. I’d made it a point to start avoiding him. Which made me to think

the question he kept asking—why didn’t you see me?— wasn’t literal. It was something deeper.

Figuring it out may have been my only way to get out of here.