The Secret

"Leave me alone!" I yelled with all that I could. I stared in annoyance at a Psychopathic Man-child. His devilishly chiseled heart face standing out in the room. I followed the lines of his face only to be appalled by his well-cut jawline. His Masculinity had great features of sexual dimorphism.

He wiggled his brows mischievously with a sly grin. His dark brown eyes locking into mine. "You know I can't ever do that Beautiful." His cold fingers grazed a lock of my hair back into place, tucking it intensively behind my ear.

"Don't call me that!" I hovered above him and pushed him off the rusty old bed. Pray fully hoping that it would cause him harm.

I don't know, maybe falling to ground knocking him out?

But he didn't even flinch a muscle. He swiftly held my hands putting them in a lock position only to make me wince at the shooting pain it got me.

"I will call you whatever I want. If that upsets you, you leave. " His immoral grin grew from ear-to-ear as he emphasized on his words. A smirk forming as he kept enjoying my irked self, like a Cheshire cat. If looks could kill he would've been dead months ago.

I sighed a breathe of exhaustion. I'll just keep on feeding his sadistic ego and end up in more pain as usual. What's the use.

I craddled my legs up to my chest, laying my head on my knees looking at the man in front of me.

I sighed.

Every night the same echo of stories. I would stare into space imagining the unavoidable. The uncertainty of what lies outside. Was I in a desert somewhere? All I can do is presume.

The room was bleak, cold and completely dark. A faded soon dying lamp helplessly trying its best. It was quiet and somber. A room with a rusty bed and lamp. The only possible window, was locked away. It only gave the reassurance that I was never getting out of here. The chill of darkness engulfed me.

An undisturbed silence fell over us. What's the use of talking? The same old standoffish story.

I didn't hide away my disappointment thought. As I drew small circles on the white stained bedsheet, underneath me, I asked.

"Why am I here?"

His face showed no emotion what's so ever. It was blank, fruitless and sheer. He was about to answer, his mouth marginally open, when I cut him off...

"Please." My voice quietly braking. "I never leave this room." I motioned for the room. Every night I was dreading for sunlight.

"It's been six awful months. I haven't seen my parents." I wince at the thought of them heartbroken every minute as they looked for me. "...My house. My home. I miss my freedom." I whispered the last one, closing my eyes. A tear produced from my eyes, fell on my toes.

I heard him wearily taking in a breathe, as the bed dipped. He had stood uh. He ruffled his hair as an irritative groan left his mouth. He began whispering out vulgar epithet to himself, pacing around the room. In an enegetic frenetic manner.

Deep wrinkles abducting my forehead as I furrowed them. But I shook the idea silencing.

Devoid of content.

I closed my eyes and I breathed in slowly. Suddenly, a familiar breathe was felt against my arm. My eyes shot open remarkably fast, and was immediately met with flawless brown orbes. Each flicker of lashes added more glitter to the iris.

He was so close to me, his lips iches away from mine. One slight move, and we'd combined.

I recoiled at the idea, as I turn my head down, looking at my toes instead. Humming a tune to relish the imagination.

Continuously, I felt his finger grazing my cheeks, softly with such passion, that my head snapped back up, eyes glued to his again. I wasn't as shocked of his action because he always did this. Sudden moments of strange immoral affections. Almost caring like.

I grazed his hands away from my cheeks, wipping the spot where I could still feel the tingles of his gentle and neshed, fingers. Disgusted at him, I groaned.

He dropped his head in the crook of my neck, as his hands fell for the covers on the bed underneath us, just as a heavy frustration left his mouth. And a light gasp left mine. One he didn't quite notice.

My body and mind froze. His breathe fanned my neck, shooting shivers down my spine.

"J-Just leave Daniel." I mumbled, my voice scarcely heard as I held him to his face, trying to push him away.

"I can't do that princess." He stood up, after inhaling one last stench of my odour, then leaving for the door. His retreating figure swaying as he walked.

He stopped inches away, his hand on the door handle, grazing it. Turning his head a bit, glancing at me from the corner of his eyes. But his back still facing me. He spoke coldly, character changing.

"It will all be clear one day. And you'll never wanna leave after. "

And with that he left the room. His words haunting my mind without remorse. His back remaining well alive in my head.

What did he even mean? Was I going to die here? Large piles of tears fell from my eyes, as the thought of never seeing my family again came flashing in. The tragic death that will subside unto my naked, thin figure.

I was done for.

I released a loud scream of irritation, throwing my pillow at the door. The traquiling stump of the soft pillow, resonated the room. I kept yelling out profanities and curses, praying to all the Gods, I could obtain, that Daniel would rot in Hell. Or worse.

The man showed no attention. No love. No upkeep to those with a family. To my family. People like that don't have families. They die alone in this pathetic life.

Urgh!

Rocking myself in my uncomfortable bed, I layed my head against the wall, looking at the ceiling. My eyes grew smaller, with every minute pass. My vision quickly turned black as the slumber swallowed me whole. My child tantrums tiring me. Giving way to all my dreams and nightmares.

"Wake up, Honey." A husky warm voice cood as a strong tight grip held my shoulders, shaking me gently. I groaned at the interrupter, who was rudely interrupting my sleep.

Shit. I fell asleep?

I wacked away his hands, pulling myself out of his hold, and snuggling deeper into my sleep.

"Come on. We're going to be late." He spoke again, as he shook me again. This time, a little more vigourously, causing my head to wobble out.

I opened my eyes disappointingly, removing the sleep, as I slipped out of bed. I gazed around the place, and then frowned realizing I was still in this desolate room.

Daniel wore a plain white shirt, dark blue jeans with his signature black Converse. I stood in 'awe' at his appearance. It was very different from his usual attire. The man surely was trying to impress someone today.

"What do you want?" I questioned.

He cleared his throat, speaking.

"Get up and wear and this." He pulled out a red dress he was hiding behind his back. Now noticing it.

It was a laced body-coned knee-length dress. And on the side of the bed a very low cut, white wedged heels. It was very high fashioned for an outfit especially for the mentioning atmosphere. I mean, I'm a kidnapped girl in a dark death- scened room.

Why all the fancies?

"Get changed. We're leaving in five. " He trailed, looking at me. His tone blank. But once my voice boomed the entire room, he flinched moving a step back.

"Leaving?!" I tilted my head giving him a vex yet confused look, an act of if disbelief, as I seethed at him. "We're Leaving?!"

Who did he think he was?! Keeping me locked up in this room, for God knows how long, and now you tell me we're leaving!?

"Yes. You heard me." He said without emotion.

I pushed him, and shook him. Only causing him to grab hold of my hands. He buried me in his chest. As I tried to free myself, shaking all over, he titled closer to my ears surprising me.

Whispering, quietly.

"We're going to see my mother, so dress appropriately."

"What?!" I bit his left side nipple, and he screamed.