David laid in bed staring at the ceiling. He knew Sarah was going to try something dumb. He saw it in her eyes from the beginning. Truth be told, he would have been disappointed in her if she had not tried to escape.
Part of him knew what he had done was crazy, but something about Sarah had triggered an obsession that he could not stop. He had never even had a relationship that had lasted more than a few months, but yet he had watched and waited for her for years.
He'd spent many nights sitting alone in his truck watching over her dark house as she slept. He worried about her being alone. Sometimes he wished that she would have found someone to love her, maybe he would have been able to forget her.
David sat up, trying rationalize things. It had now been almost a week since he left her down there. He'd fought the urge to go to her until this point, but his instincts told him it was time.
*****
Sarah awoke feeling sore and stiff. For a moment, she forgot where she was or why she was hurting. She tried to sit up, but the pain in her back was unbearable. She managed to wedge herself on her side and look around the room once more. The walls and the floor were made out of gray cement. She was lying on a silver piece of metal. The only other objects in the room were a metal toilet and a bright florescent light mounted to the ceiling.
She moaned at the pain in her back and the ache in her breasts. The memory of what had happened returned.
What time is it?
she wondered. The room had no windows except a small one in the door, but Sarah could only see darkness behind it.
Defeated, she laid down on the bed again until she had to go to the bathroom. She was terrified at the thought of using the exposed toilet. However, the thought of it at all made her have to go even worse.
What do you care what they see?
She tried to motivate herself to use it as her need increased. With a frustrated sigh, she forced her body to stand and walk over to it. She stared at it for a while and then sat down. She tried to hurry as fast as she could.
When she was finished, she realized that there was no toilet paper or any clothing for her. She was going to be left in this room dirty and naked. Stumbling back to the bed, she collapsed on it. She wanted to cry, but felt too exhausted. She fell back into a deep sleep.
Sarah woke up and dozed several times. Once, she noticed that there was an apple and a bottle of water on the floor. She shuddered at the thought of someone seeing her naked. She left them there for a long time before she timidly picked them up. She drank the water first and decided to save the apple for later. She wasn't hungry.
As she laid on the bed she began to hear men talking in the distance. She had to strain to just barely make out what they were saying.
"Do you think he'll sell her?" she heard one male voice say.
"I would." the other man said.
"I'm sure once she loses weight, someone would pay a lot for the little whore." Both of the men laughed.
Sarah frowned as it dawned on her that they were talking about her. She rolled on her other side and faced the door. Fear crept though her slowly as their conversation trailed off. She wondered who would buy a woman. The possibilities did not seem enticing.
She found herself wishing David would come back. At least, in some twisted way, he seemed to care about her. Strangely, she did not hate him for the punishment. She had been warned and knew well what he was capable of. She resented him more for the feelings he was forcing her to finally face.
Sarah didn't know how much time had passed. She ate the apple long ago and her stomach was growling again. Her head snapped up as she heard the door opening.
The man standing in the doorway was not David. It was the man who caught her.
"Here, princess." He said as he held out a peanut butter sandwich and another bottle of water.
Sarah refused to take it from his hand, turning her head away from him defiantly. Evan wanted to leave without giving either to her, but he knew David would kill him if he did. He placed them on the floor while keeping an eye on her. He left the room in silence.
Sarah waited for a few agonizing moments before taking them. Under normal circumstances, she would have never imagined eating food off of a floor, but being naked and left in a prison cell wasn't normal for her either.
Time seemed to inch by as she waited for her fate. She alternated between sleeping and pacing around her cell like a caged animal. The ache in her back grew worse from lying on the hard surface. She began to wonder if he was going to leave her there forever. Different men came in to bring her food every now and then, leering at her as they did. She didn't speak to them and they did not speak to her either.
The light in her cell never went off making it further impossible for her to tell the time of day. She was worried about her mental state. Sometimes, she caught herself speaking out loud without thought.
She was beyond bored, her mind numb at times, and at others it was shrieking at her. She tried to not think about her present or future, but as she remained alone she could not stop. The internal battle with the dark side of her mind waged on. The side she tried to shun for so long remained persistent, telling her to submit.
Sarah shamefully remembered one of the books that David had taunted her with. It was a BDSM pornographic novel. She found it when she moved into her house, but she lied when she told him in one of their conversations that she had never read it. She remembered staying up all night unable to stop reading. She fantasized about it for months.
Her mind turned to her captor again. She had tried not to think about her encounter with David in college, but this too kept creeping back into her thoughts. Sarah could remember sneaking glances at him during class. It seemed like every time she looked at him, he was looking at her. He was so much older than everyone else in class and his confidence captivated her. However, when he asked her out she panicked. She had planned to apologize to him the next time she saw him, but he never came back to class.
Sarah was on her side, facing away from the door, drifting in and out of sleep once again. She heard the door open and did not look to see who it was. She waited for them to leave, but she could feel a familiar presence standing behind her. She stayed still, unsure of what to do.
She felt his warm hand gently rub her sore back. Her breath left her body as she waited in anticipation.
"Can you sit up?" David asked.
Sarah rolled over and sat up. She could not make herself look at him.
He sat next to her and she did not resist as he took her hand in his. David looked at it thoughtfully. Her hands were so small, soft, and perfect compared to his.
He finally spoke, "I'm going to take you back to my room. I'd rather not get stitches again. Do you think you could try to behave yourself?"
Sarah looked up at him. He was still looking at her hand. She could see his stitches. Guilt overwhelmed her; she had never hurt anything in her life. She wanted to promise him that she would be good, but she couldn't find the words. Her eyes began to sting as tears formed. Horrified, she jerked her hand away from his and covered her face.
David watched in wonder as she began to sob. Even in the first days of her abduction she had not showed this much emotion. He put his arm around her and she rested her head against him.
As she cried, she became more aware of David tightly holding her. Even though he was her captor, she felt safe. She could smell the faint scent of his aftershave and it stirred distant feelings of desire. Her attraction to him was undeniable. Her primary fear, she realized, was not of him but of herself. She was afraid how far her descent into submission would take her.
