Darkness. Everything was dark. My back was pressed against a cold, hard wall and something metal and cold was wrapped around my wrists and ankles, anchoring me to the cement-like ground. Absolute raw adrenaline and fear pulsed through my veins and my breathing came in quick, shallow intakes. I strained my ears hoping to hear voices or a noise but I couldn't get past the sound of my racing rabbit-like heartbeat in my ears. I scanned the darkness frantically, my eyes flitting from one dark spot to the next. What I assumed was perspiration, slid down the back of my neck and over my eyes, soaking my shirt and slicking my long hair to the back of my neck and on my forehead. I reached chained down arm to wipe my face when suddenly I was blinded by a bright light. I blinked rapidly to regain a sliver of my vision and squinted, holding a hand eyes shielding it from the light. As my eyes slowly regained focus I saw that I was in a white room decorated only with a chair and the metal chains that chained me that disappeared into the wall behind me. In the chair sat the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.
She wore a skin tight strapless violet mini dress that showed the beauty of her long, smooth legs and the sinful curves she possessed. Her dainty feet were bare and her toes were painted jet black just like her smooth fingernails on her delicate hands. Her nail polish matched her hair that trailed down below her waist and arced just underneath her right eye. Her eyes. They were absolutely mesmerizing. They were a bright purple, almost lavender, with a black ring around them making them hard to look away from. She had a heart shaped face with sexy, pouty lips and a small nose that rounded at the tip. Absolutely gorgeous.
"Hello, Cain." She said in a sweet, angelic voice that had me breathless.
"How do you know my name?" I asked, or mostly rasped.
My throat and mouth were both extremely dry. It felt as if I'd eaten cotton.
"Don't speak. Just listen." She said and I obeyed but my mind was bursting with questions. One of which she answered in her next sentence.
"My name is Tara. You're dehydrated, hungry, and possibly freezing."
I hadn't realized how hungry I was until she said so. My stomach was growling viciously and it felt as if it was eating itself. I groaned softly, not wanting to show weakness. It wasn't very effective considering I was chained up, dirty, hungry, and dehydrated.
"I've arranged a 3 course meal for us to enjoy together while we talk. Unfortunately you are incredibly filthy so I've also arranged for some clothes for you to wear and the possibility of a shower for you. I'm sure you have many questions that I'll be glad to answer during our meal." She said.
I opened my mouth to speak again but only a rasp followed by a cough came out. Tara smiled. How beautiful she was when she smiled.
"Until then." She said and as if on cue I began to drift out of consciousness. The last thing I heard as my body thudded to the ground was her beautiful voice saying "Bathe him and escort him to the dining hall."
I awoke, dazed, in a dimly lit hall, seated in a chair at a table with my legs chained to the legs. My arms were free and I looked down and saw a salad sitting in front of me accompanied by a tall glass of water. My mouth watered as I tore into the food, finishing it without even tasting it. I downed the water and my body craved more and I scanned the table for a pitcher. I found the object of my quest and grabbed it, upending it in my mouth and resulting in a soaked tuxedo. Tuxedo? I didn't even own a tux. Yet here I was sitting in a black tuxedo with dress shoes on. I felt my hair and it was washed and combed neatly around my face. Thankful that whoever did it didn't cut it, I ruffled it up into my natural just-got-out-of-bed look. My hair was long and it fell down to my back. It was dirty blonde with a few black streaks through it. My eyes were clear blue, similar to an oceans' surface. I wasn't an ugly guy. I was muscular, toned, and I had a nice face. It wasn't very hard to get a date either. My looks coupled with my British accent landed me any girl I set my eyes on.
My brutal murder of the salad and the waterfall of water I'd created went unwatched as I realized that I was alone in the room. I took in the surroundings around me. The dining hall had a surprisingly small table. It was about the size for a family of 4. The walls were an off white color that coincided with the ceiling and even the floor. It was like being in the all white room again. Thinking of the white room made me think of Tara. How beautiful she was.
"Tara." I said, softly testing out my throat. It seemed fine to speak but it did ache.
"Yes, Cain?" came the sweet voice of the woman of my thoughts.
I looked around and saw her as she walked in the door. She was wearing a different dress. This dress fell about mid thigh and was made out of red silk. The straps tied around the back of her neck and the neck line plunged down to her panty line so her slim stomach and accentuated her breasts. She wore red heels and her hair was pulled up into a half up half down style with a bun. I couldn't look away.
"I was just wondering where you were." I said, sheepishly playing with my hair.
She smiled at me. God how I loved to see her smile. Now I know you think these are weird things to be saying considering this is the woman who drugged me, kidnapped me, chained me to a chair, and kept me prisoner for only God knows how long but I'm a man. She was an insanely beautiful woman and I was a one track minded single bachelor. Wanting her was natural instinct for me.
"I see." She said and she made her way to sit in the chair opposite me. She picked up her plate of salad and exchanged her plate with mine and sipped her glass of water.
Every bone in my body wanted to dive into that plate like a savage but I refrained and ate civilly, after all I was in the presence of a lady.
"How's the salad, Cain?" she asked but my mind was too distracted by the billions of questions running through my brain.
"Never mind the salad, love; I've got a few questions for you." I said, getting down to business and wiping my mouth with a napkin, which I folded neatly and placed next to my plate. I'm not sure how classy I looked with a sopping wet tuxedo on but I'm sure I looked the best I could considering the situation.
"Which I'll be glad to answer." Tara said and I smiled.
Commence interrogation.
"Where am I?"
"In my home." She responded.
"How long have I been here?"
"3 weeks."
"Does my family know where I am?"
"No."
"Did you kidnap me?"
"I guess you could say that." She said, shrugging a shoulder.
I laughed a little.
"If you wanted me to come back to your place, love, all you had to do was ask." I said smiling. Tara smiled back and sipped her water.
"I'm obviously not injured so I can only assume you've been taking good care of me. I mean aside from the chains, starvation, and dehydration. I've really no more questions about my whereabouts or well being but I've questions about you, Tara." I said, picking my fork up and placing some leafy greens into my mouth.
"Is that so? Normally people I bring back here are more concerned about themselves and their families. Why so curious about me?" she asked, setting her water down and leaning forward. Now me being a man and all, I couldn't help but glance at her chest but, granted, it was only momentarily.
"Well that's fairly simple. You're my captor who obviously is either fascinated in me or seriously sexually attracted to me." I said, confident in my answer and shocked by my Sherlock Holmes-like reasoning skills.
"What makes you say this?" she asked. Her face seemed to have a small smile on it but aside from that she had an amazing poker face.
"Well, for starters, I'm not dead or chained up in a white room, I feel somewhat safe here, I've been fed course one of a three course meal, I've been bathed, properly clothed, and treated like a human being. I don't feel like I'm in any real danger." I answered, honestly.
Tara laughed. I thought her smile was beautiful. When she laughed it was so angelic that it almost brought a tear to my eye.
"If only everyone else who was here believed they weren't in any danger." She said and just like that, a thousand questions burst into my mind.
"Everyone else?" I inquired.
"Yeah. You're not the only person here." She said.
"Where are these other people? Are they nearby?" I asked, shoving the last forkful of salad in my mouth and letting the fork clink onto the plate.
"There's a person across the hall actually." Tara said and looked into the far corner to her right and seemingly spoke to no one.
"Dean. Second course." She said and I thought to myself, I hope Dean isn't her husband or boyfriend because if they've been listening I'm in for a beating.
The man who I assumed was Dean came into the room and gathered up our plates. Dean was a rough looking man. He looked like he was a big rig driver or something but there were countless lacerations and scars all across his face and hands. His eyes looked like a man who'd been through a lot and was just looking for a way out. I have a bad habit of staring at someone as I take in their appearance. I apparently was doing this because Dean looked at me and said, in a rather rude tone of voice, "What are you looking at?" I shook my head and averted my eyes, focusing instead on the plate of steak and baked potatoes placed in front of me. I didn't speak until Dean left the room.
"Well he's just a ray of sunshine." I said and cut into my steak. Tara laughed. My goal was to keep her laughing. I loved the sound too much. I noticed she was picking at her food and I immediately felt self conscious because I was already finished with the steak and I was preparing to dive into the potato.
"Something the matter, love?" I asked, setting my utensils down and leaning away from the food. That action hurt my heart and stomach because my body was dying for me to finish that potato and devour Tara's plate as well. Instead I occupied myself with the champagne bottle that rude man Dean left for us to share. I poured myself a glass and sipped at it while I awaited her answer.
