"I could fucking use a drink..." Without thinking, Viola mumbled and slurred those words, with no one around to hear them. She laid on her back across the queen sized bed in Leon's basement bedroom...
prison...
unbound and staring aimlessly at the ceiling above.
It had been two days since she'd awoken in this room. Two days that she spent the greater parts of in solitude.
After their encounter in the shower, Leon for the most part had been keeping his distance from her. At first, Viola was beyond grateful for this. Yesterday, she woke up with a melancholy mood hanging over her and was happy that she didn't have to deal with him while in this state. This morning however, she awoke in ire, his absence weighing heavily on her.
He kidnapped me just so he could ignore me?
Thinking of it now only angered her more.
My family practically disowns me, my fake-ass friends abandon me and now my captor leaves me to rot. Fuck me, fuck me running.
The pattern of people exiting her life was beginning to drive her mad.
During the rest of the day, her moods constantly shifted from irate to heavy-hearted. Alone in this small room, the only thing that could distract her from her thoughts was her deteriorating health. Ever since that night she was brought here, Viola had been experiencing some type of sickness she had never felt before.
Twisting a lock of her raven hair, Viola began to recall the events from that night. At this point Viola had gotten over the fact that she was responding to his body and...
dare I say...
enjoying their sexual encounter. Thinking it over, she reasoned that since she had so long gone without a man and since Leon was, in her eyes, the perfect specimen of one, she couldn't help but have a reaction to him.
Yes indeed, she had already come to terms with her moment of weakness and was determined not to have another slip up before she made her escape.
What she couldn't get over was the rush of feelings she experienced after Leon had spilled his seed inside of her. She felt so low and yet felt some sort of weird comfort from him.
And the bastard left me!
Why should she care?
Missing your Master?
She shook her head hard, making her feel a little dizzy.
Stockholm syndrome's a bitch.
Viola turned to her side and brought her knees to her chest.
Looking back now, Viola determined that her illness started when she was still beneath him in the shower. After laying there for what felt like a good twenty minutes, Viola began to shake uncontrollably. Observant of everything she did, Leon immediately took notice and finally lifted off of her.
At the time, she suspected that the shakes were merely from being cold and wet. Leon probably thought the same. Without saying anything, he brought her back to the basement bedroom and left. After only being gone a couple of minutes, he came back and gave her one of his t-shirts to wear, along with a blanket.
The next time she saw Leon was in the morning. She remembered feeling like shit. Viola had barely gotten any sleep that night. Her shakes had progressed into violent tremors, rocking her so much that her heart pounded beneath her chest. She panted for breath all night, as sweat poured out of her pores. By morning, there were sweat stains on the bare mattress she'd slept on.
Leon had looked at her with pity in his eyes but said nothing. Instead, he just ushered her to the bathroom once again to relieve herself and then brought her back in this room to give her breakfast, even though she barely had an appetite.
Not to mention he can't cook for shit.
She picked at the plate for hours before deciding that consuming his meal would only make her sicker.
And so that became her daily routine. Leon would show up in the morning, afternoon and evening to give her food and let her use the restroom. At his nighttime visits he let her shower, thankfully without any aid from him.
However he did watch her bathe, just like he watched her use the bathroom. At first it immensely embarrassed her to have him look, but he seemed to have his mind elsewhere. It seemed as though he was just there to make sure she didn't escape and not because he enjoyed watching her in the act. Even now, Viola sighed a breath of relief.
Thank God! The last thing I need from this kinky mother fucker is a scat or golden shower fantasy that he expected me to fulfill.
Viola knew that it was getting close to night time and knew that Leon would be coming down any minute now. All day she debated about whether she should finally break the silence between them and ask him for help.
Whatever illness she had was getting worse. Viola had been feeling nausea all day and incredibly weak. Her anxiety steadily built up, her mind racing over what her possible affliction could be. At times, her heart pounded so fast that she thought her chest was going to burst open.
Closing her eyes, she thought she heard footsteps coming down the basement stairs. What followed was the sound of the doorknob turning and the door creaking open. Thankful that Leon finally arrived, she opened her eyes and used every ounce of strength to sit up.
Looking at the door, she saw nothing. It was still shut and no one had walked through.
Did I imagine the whole thing?
Viola felt a rush of vertigo and laid her head back down on the mattress. Closing her eyes, she heard the sounds once again and repeated her actions from before. Again, no one was there and the door was untouched.
Viola closed her eyes again and repeated this pattern a good six times before finally passing out.
* * *
It was about 9:00 P.M. when Leon finally returned home from work. He was agitated from having to work late, but knew that he had to make up for the time he took to sneak away and check on Viola at noon.
Goddamn hour long commute.
Throwing his coat on the ground of his foyer, Leon charged into his kitchen to hastily prepare something for Viola to eat. During the cooking process, he did everything he could to calm himself down. It was now Friday and he was able to use vacation time to get the next two weeks off. He began to breathe easy thinking about the fact that he could now spend time Viola as he always planned.
Plan? What plan? This was done all on impulse.
Shaking his head, he knew that to be true and knew all too well that he was making this up as he went along.
Nonetheless, it pained him to have to leave her alone these past two days. Especially since when he was able to break away from work to be with her, he could only be with her for no greater than ten to fifteen minutes. To top it all off, it was obvious that she had begun to go through withdrawals from alcohol and he couldn't be here to take care of her.
Grabbing the plate of food, Leon made his way down the basement stairs. Every step made him shake with guilt. He left the woman he adored more than anything in his wretched life alone, during what he knew was going to be one of the most difficult times in her life. Every minute he was away from her, he prayed that her detox wouldn't be too strenuous on her.
By the time he reached the door of her basement room, his hand began to shake. Unlocking it and stepping in, he saw Viola curled up into a fetal position on the mattress. The sight made his heart ache.
How much pain is she in?
Placing the food on the floor, he locked the door behind him and strolled over to the bed. Placing his hand on her forehead, he found she was sweating profusely. Her breaths were erratic. Between each inhalation, Leon could hear her push out whimpered cries.
He brought his hand to the back of his neck in shame.
How could I have left her alone like this?
Again he has chastising himself for his decision to bring her here in the first place.
She'd be better off without me...
An image popped up in his head of her at a bar, barely conscience and falling off the stool.
Leon shook his head hard.
No, she wouldn't.
Even though she was going through pain, it was still better than her slowly killing herself by chasing a bottle every night.
She needs you and you're here now. See this through.
As if he could turn back now.
Leon removed his suit jacket and laid down. Letting Viola remain on her side, he removed his black tie and used it to bind her wrists to the metal headboard. Confident that she could not escape, he pulled her curvy body up to his, spooning her.
His hands moved up and down her arms, trying to soothe the tremors that afflicted her. He pulled the blanket over her, wanting to give her more warmth since she only wore one of his t-shirts still.
He stayed up throughout the night with her, watching her sleep. When her breaths began to deepen, Leon relaxed against her body. Moments later, he felt immense relief when her pulse slowed to an easier tempo.
Leon knew that it was well into the wee hours of the morning when he finally felt comfortable enough to doze off beside her. Putting his face in her hair, he breathed in her sweet scent as he drifted off into sleep. Ever since he first saw her, Leon dreamed of being able to hold her like this and to care for her.
Elation coursed through him as his lost consciousness. Finally feeling content for the first time in years.
* * *
Even though grogginess consumed her, Viola felt so much better waking up than she did when she fell asleep. She figured she must have been out for about an hour or so. Attempting to rise from her side, she found her hands tied to the headboard.
Well isn't this just fucking deja vu!
She tried to turn onto her back and found that she couldn't. Cocking her head to the side, she found Leon cradling her as he slept.
When in the hell did he get down here? And why the fuck did he tie me down!?
She thought they were past that bull shit.
Calming down, Viola began to rake her gaze over his appearance. Dark brown stubble decorated his face, his hair was messy with strands sticking to his forehead. He was dressed in a white button-up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his thick forearms, and couple of the top buttons undone. Below the waist, he wore black slacks that hung low on his narrow hips.
She'd only seen him in such a disorganized state when he was caught up in his lust for her. Looking at him like this ignited her desires once again, her mind replaying all of his wicked touches.
Just as she was losing herself in these thoughts, Leon's eyes began to open. He blinked a couple of times before focusing in on her. She must have inadvertently displayed the lust she was feeling on her face, because before she could change it, he flashed her a wicked smile as if knowing all too well what she was thinking.
Guess what bitch? You're still not over your moment of weakness and now he knows that!
She felt like literally punching herself, but her arms were tied.
