I dreaded at the sound of his heavy boots beating against the hard floor.
Each deliberate stride intensified innermost fears and anxieties.
He was here this morning, his body on mine, his greedy hands cleaved to my sweaty skin, his low, throaty voice hot to my ear.
It's unlike him to return to the basement twice a day to demand more.
Snaching the filthy blanket over my head, I laid motionless with bated breath, the thumping muscular organ beneath my ribcage plunging to the depths of my empty stomach.
'please fall down the stairs' i thought. Tasting salty tears on my dry lips. Let him miss a step and plummet to his death to relieve me from a life of solitary darkness and inhumane shackles.
His footsteps stopped. I felt his intense stare roam over me and curled my toes, tucking myself away from the evilness that glinted in his eyes.
A tired, breathless sigh blew from his mouth.
Praying that he forgets i exits and move on.
"Eleonora, I know you're awake" said a familiar voice and my eyes snapped open. "Please come out", I sensed sadness and anger in his voice. Anger? For whom?
For a long moment i remained under the safety of that duvet, wondering if perhaps the sound of his voice was a hallucination once again.
His closeness, one that i dreamt and wished to feel for countless days, months?
Or years?
I had lost cout of time a long time ago.
"What if you're not real?", i whispered, "what if I come out and you're not there?"
"I'm real" he cried for the first time in decades as he softly stroked my hairs.
I let out a throaty sob. "Where were you?" Bolting upright, i swiped sweat-slicked hair from my face and lowering the blanket to meet his soft teary gaze as I threw my arms around her and sobbed into the groove of his neck.
"I have missed you so much"
"I missed you too" he tucked my hair behind my ears, "beautiful" he mumbled under his breath and kissed me, long and passionately, as if I were to die tomorrow.
"We're getting out my hair my fighter" he dried his tears and held my petite body in his arms.
"It's impossible to get out of here" i sobbed, burying my face in his hard chest.
"They'll know" i cried
"They're dead" he announced with venomous dark eyes and blank face.
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FOREVER: A Lie
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