I slowly opened my eyelids, the faint light peeking between the black curtains lightly caressing my cheeks. I stretched up and looked around the already familiar room, only to notice once again that he already left, leaving me in there all alone for the rest of the day, just like he did in the past three days, from the day he locked me up inside it.
It was getting rather awkward, because, besides the fact that he locked me up in there, he really didn’t do anything wrong to me. He just let me stay in there all alone, casually returning only to bring me some food or change his clothes, before he quickly exited the room without saying a single word.
Not that I didn’t enjoy having my time alone, but it was really starting to get me really confused, and bored as well.
At first, I thought that he was planning to torture and kill me, or even try to rape me, since he was keeping me locked like a hostage in there. But surprisingly enough, nothing happened. In fact, he even tried to be as nice as he could to me.
He even slept on his side of the bed, keeping the distance, making sure he wouldn’t touch me during sleeping.
So, since he was acting so nice, I thought that maybe he will even let me get out of that suffocating room, to at least change the view.
I should ask him. I should totally ask him once he gets back. I mentally decided, then got up from the bed and entered the bathroom, trying yo take a shower.
Once I finished showering, I wrapped a towel around my body and exited the bathroom, in order to put some clothes on when I suddenly remembered that besides those pajama shorts and tank top, I didn’t have anything else to wear and those were already kinda dirty anyways.
So I opened his closet and decided to borrow some of his clothes, ending up with the first thing I could find, meaning a large black t-shirt, falling mid-thigh.
I then searched through his drawers and snatched a pair of his black boxers, quickly slipping them on.
Desperate times require desperate measures.
Once I finished dressing up, I took my dirty clothes and threw them in the laundry basket, in the bathroom.
Only when I returned in the room, I slightly jumped in fright, noticing he had actually returned and now he was standing in the middle of the room, staring at me, unmoving.
His eyes then trailed down my body, taking in every inch, making me feel uttery uncomfortable under his burning gaze.
“I-I’m sorry...I hope you don’t mind, but I-I didn’t have any clean clothes.” I stuttered, lowering my gaze, slightly blushing.
“It’s ok, I don’t mind...In fact, my t-shirt never looked better...” He replied mumbling the last part mostly to himself, making me blush even harder and quickly tried to cover up more of my exposed legs, dragging down the fabric.
“Right...Um, can I ask you something?” I then asked, trying to ignore his previous comment.
“Sure. What is it?” he said in a friendly tone and I slowly rose my gaze, looking once again in those dark blue eyes.
“I-I’m kinda bored of staying in this room, all alone, all day. So...can you...let me out?” I stuttered, trying to pull out a small smile.
He stared at me for a few moments, probably debating, before he suddenly spoke again,
“I’m sorry...I can’t.” He mumbled in a saddened tone, lowering his gaze.
“Why not?” I shouted in disbelief, feeling also slightly annoyed.
“Because I can’t...” He bluntly replied, still looking down.
“Why? Because you think I’ll run away? Yeah, like I could actually do that...” I muttered, rolling my eyes,
“I mean, have you even looked at me? I’m half of your size-no wait, not half, actually a QUARTER of your size! Do I really look like I could outrun you?” I shouted outraged, throwing my hands in the air.
Noticing he didn’t even move a muscle, or said anything, I just shook my head and gave up, lowering my gaze.
“You know what, just forget it...” I mumbled then turned around and tried to walk towards the bed, when I suddenly felt a strong hand gently grabbing my arm, stopping me in my tracks.
“Wait. I think that we could actually work something out.”