Monster.
I looked around the white tiled bathroom in shock and hysteria, wondering what was going on. My voiced bounced off the walls and I stood up quickly, defensively, trying to think. I finally set my eyes on the crazed looking man. His eyes were dark and frightening and were accompanied by a nasty grin. My entire system shuddered.
"Who the hell are you?" I screamed, "What do you want? Wh-Where am I?"
My shouts became louder as I searched for more words to spit, as my face reddened to match my hair, my greenish-yellow eyes flitting around the room to have something to focus on other than him.
I looked around as the world became smoky and hazy, although it was just the steam rising from the scorching water, but in my panic I thought I was dying. I could not feel the steaming water, although I knew it was hot. I tried to panic and thrash but something wouldn't let me move. I couldn't even call out. I tried to focus, but he was right on top of me, and I was too taken aback by his beauty. I tried to look away, but my gaze was always pulled back to him. Instead of struggling I finally calmed down and just studied his face. The line of his cheekbone, the way his hair fell in front of his eyes, the way he had an essence of gentleness, but seemed rough. Just his image was bipolar. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but alas I could not move.
I screamed first of all, loud and petrifying as I became able to feel the scorching water and the breaking bones. I took deep breaths to try and ward off the pain, but it didn't help. I screamed again. "Why... Why are you doing this to me?" I managed out through gritted teeth, my body rigid. My eyes crossed and uncrossed and darted everywhere, searching almost. I screamed again. I was still taking deep, exhausted breaths. "Why? ...Why me?" I started crying. Just tears, running, fleeing down my face. I let out another scream, but it was shorter and not as loud. My green eyes were dull instead of bright and vibrant like usual. The tears kept coming and I just sat there enduring the pain.
I let him touch my face, even though every bit of me screamed to pull away. I just endured it, like any strong person would do. I kind of wanted him to touch me anyway. I wanted to touch him too, but the pain paralyzed me, along with whatever drugs I had in my system. I took a chance and described how I felt out loud to him. "I-I wanna touch you." As soon as I finished the sentence, I realized it sounded strange, although strange seemed like something he was used to. I said it again more forcefully,"I want to touch your face." I cringed a bit at the look he gave me. I'm not sure how to describe it, except that it sent shivers through me, even though my skin was practically melting in the heat.
I was going to die here.
In this bath tub.
With this strange man.
I felt it.
He was going to kill me. With his drugs and his boiling water and his bone-crushing behavior.
He was going to be the end of me. I shuddered at the thought, but tried not to show it. I put on my strongest face and waited. Waited for him to make the next move.
Almost daring him to.
I made the scenario in my head into a chess game. I had just moved my Queen in on his King as said Check! forcefully, but then as he made his move. He maneuvered easily past my Queen right to my King, and retorted Checkmate, except he said it coolly and collected, whereas mine was stuttered and panicked.
He was going to win this game. I could feel it. I felt that he always did.
He was the winner. I was the loser.
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