Threatening (Chapter-6)

He dragged me out of the bank. It was broad daylight as I tried to pull my hand from his. I needed to get away from him there and then, but he picked me up and launched me over his shoulder before I could get away. I was too slow. I screamed and asked people for help. Not a single person took me seriously and before I knew it, I was slammed down in the black cloth seat, screamed at and threatened with his cold handgun that he pressed up against my cheek leaving a small bruise. He dug it into my skin as I winced staring at him through half opened horror-struck eyes. I had lost faith in humanity. 

He was cold towards me. I couldn't move around him, and I would look up at him through terrified eyes every second of the day. He was unpredictable. A week in and he still hadn't attacked me sexually. I was happy that he had kept his hands off me, but the fear still sat at the forefront of my mind. The other boy didn't come back to the house and Darren continued to feed me from a bowl. Some days I eat mashed potatoes and drank water, but he would eat pizzas and very expensive meals at the dinner table all while I sat there watching him. I was still wearing the same clothes and using the nightdress for bed that he had given me on my first night when I first arrived. I dreaded getting in the bath the most because of my very first experience. He sat inside the bathroom with me and told me to strip. I covered myself up. I was a virgin, and nobody had ever seen or touched my body but there I was being forced to strip down. I felt more vulnerable as his eyes glided up my body. He was eyeing up his prized possession. All I could do was keep my head down and listen to his demands. I only had one boyfriend but that lasted two days so I didn't know much about boys and the way that they would act. 

I wasn't allowed to go near the windows, and I hadn't seen or been out in the sun for a week. I was confined to the walls of the house; all of the windows were bolted shut with black curtains covering them. I spent every second of everyday being watched by my worst nightmare. 

He sat down with a bottle of brandy and I sat in the center of the room. It was day eight. I had given up all hope at this point and I didn't care if I was to be rescued. I'm pretty sure that I got used to being there and the way that he would look at me. He was never happy and neither was I especially when he would get angry and lash out on me telling me to "fuck off upstairs to my room." I would drop my head down and listen to him. I didn't want any trouble or to be hurt by him physically. He was already making lasting effects on my mental health. Well, this very specific night he offered me a drink and I nodded my head. Picking up two glasses from a closed drawer on the left side of his sofa, he poured me and him a drink before sliding one across the floor to me. I thanked him. I'm sure that was the first time that I actually spoke to him vocally. That's eliminating the time that I told him I couldn't tattoo him. He had walked out of the room slamming the door. I sat there for hours until he made an appearance again. 

He leaned back on the couch and unzipped his black jacket revealing a black handgun. My stomach flipped upside down as I sipped my drink. I had never seen a real gun before but he always carried them around wherever we went and I didn't want to be the person he would use it on. That night he lashed out once again. 

"Down it will you woman." I never drank alcohol so to me it was very strong. I didn't even want to drink it but he offered it to me so I took it to avoid him attacking me. He was like a ticking time bomb and I was locked inside the house with him. A monster who was waiting to attack me when he was given an opportunity to do so. I was surprised he still hadn't tried to take my innocence away from me but I had this bad feeling that it was going to come eventually. I was questioning when that day would arrive. 

My life flipped upside down even more when he took me out in the car on day nine. It was like any other day. He would force me out of the house and into his black car. Then we would drive for hours but this specific day wasn't the same as the others. I remember the car stopping at the docks and a cargo ship being docked up. He locked me inside the car after climbing out to talk to multiple men but when he returned, he opened my door, dragged me out and threw me over his shoulder before leaving his car and walking on board the ship just as it was taking off. His car door was left wide open as if he didn't care about it. He wouldn't put me down and kept me there until the ship set sail. Placing me down on my feet he told me that it was time to take a trip as my eyes watered. I was watching the UK get smaller as he held my wrist so tightly it was turning blue. I wasn't going to be found again. 

He looked down at me giving me his signature smirk. A shiver shot up my back but it wasn't a pleasant one. I couldn't hold in my tears as I watched all my hope disappear. It was quickly replaced with sadness and more stone cold fear. He crouched down looking up at me. Stroking my face he held my hand.

"You will be safe with me. Don't you worry."

Usually I would see that comment as promised security but I didn't. I was terrified of what was to come and I wanted to be as far away from him as I possibly could be.

We were heading for the ocean and I didn't know which way was north and south. I closed my eyes as my tears wet my soft cheeks. He wiped my tears away with both of his thumbs and when I opened my eyes he wasn't giving me a loving smile. It was evil. He was evil. A nasty piece of work who wanted to destroy my life and I didn't have a say. I tried to pull my hand from his and he stood up. Looking down at me he laughed then smacked me across the face. I hit the floor so hard, my head bounced back up. I yelped and screamed out as he grabbed my hand and dragged me upto my unstable feet. 

"You dare." He pointed before pulling me with him inside. He pushed me backwards and I fell down on a wooden seat. Rubbing my arms I sat there quietly glancing up at him every now and again. He sat down opposite me and initiated a conversation with someone on the phone. I didn't pay any attention. The back of my head was bruised, a throbbing headache had appeared as I sat there blinking. I felt dizzy and sick. I had always suffered from travel sickness especially when it came to boats and ships. I wrapped my arms around the top of my stomach as my body swayed from side to side. Darren raised his line of sight from the floor to me and glared at me. I could see two of him. His eyes were haunting me as my vision slowly turned to pitch black. 

I had a nice dream while I was out cold. It was about me and my friends laughing and running along the beach. The truth was that I had only visited the beach once in my life and that was when I was a six year old child. I found comfort and relaxation from the waters hitting the sand. What I didn't know was that the dream I was living was only temporary and that I would be waking up to my true nightmare that I called my life.