I wake up with a start when I hear the loud grinding noise of the door that slowly opens. The light of a candle appears in the dark and illuminates the room. My hands grab firmly the shabby sheets of the mattress underneath me as if I was holding tightly onto some sort of hope that someone would be coming to rescue me.

But it's just him again, bringing my meal on a tray. I realised lately that I don't even know his name. Well, I know clearly nothing about him. I couldn't even make his portray if I manage to get out of here one day. I think that's the reason why he doesn't want me to look at him.

He walks closer to my mattress and put the tray on the ground. The little candle lights up his feet. He is wearing brown worn out boots and black skinny jeans. I can only see up to his knees. I haven't looked up and I won't until he will be out of the room.

I stare at the food in the plate. I'm hungry. I'm starving. But I won't eat. I can't eat what he brought me because that would be agreeing with the fact he got me. And I don't want him to think that. I lost weight since I'm here, obviously, I almost became puny, because I try to eat just enough to survive. And I know that makes him go mad to see me becoming weaker and weaker each time he sees me. I know that makes him go mad to see me dying a little more each day.

"Eat." he says in a stern tone, but I just stay here, staring into space, my knees against my chest and my arms around my legs. "Eat, please. Just a little bit." he begs.

I keep doing nothing and that gets on his nerves. I hear him taking a deep breath before kicking the tray. The plate flies and shatters on the ground into small pieces, throwing the stew he brought me everywhere around. The candle falls as well but, fortunately, the flame doesn't put out.

"Well fuck off!" he shouts before starting walking in circle in the room. He looks like a mad person. I venture a look and I can see his face for a few seconds. He hasn't seen me looking at him because he is way to angry. But I have to say I have been captivated by him as the moths are by the flame of the candle. He has a very sharp jawline and long curly hair falling down onto his broad shoulders. The first and last time I saw him, I was right; he is breathtaking. Now I understand why people always say madness and beauty are two things that goes together well.

He is about to leave me alone as he walks to the heavy door of my cell. But I don't want to be left all by myself, with the silence and the darkness as only friends. So for the first time ever, I do something I maybe should have never done. I speak.

"Why me?" I ask in a very small voice and that's enough to make him stop from walking. "Why did you choose me?" I insist.

He turns around and slowly starts walking again, but towards me this time. I keep my head down and look at my toes which hook around the edge of the mattress as I fear his next move. I gulp as I can feel him getting closer. I can almost hear him smirking down at me.

Suddenly, he does something I would not have expected from him; he kneels down in front of me and, with his big hand, he grabs my face to make me look up at him. When my eyes cross his for the second time ever, I stop breathing. The dark forest green of his iris is lightened up by the flame of the candle, making his gaze more intense, and the shadows on his face give him an even darker look.

"Because you are so innocent and beautiful. I knew I'd love you from the first time I saw your face, Grace Rosenbach." he replies with calm and serenity as if it was the most normal thing in the world. I widen my eyes. How does he even know my name? He seems to know much more about me than I do about him and, actually, I'm not sure if I should be more terrified by the fact he knows me that well or by his revelation; he just admitted he already knew me before I arrived here. I had never ever seen him before.

"What do you expect from me?" I ask, straight to the point. He smirks at my words and that sends me chills down my spin. It doesn't look good.

"I want you to love me, Grace." he says in a very serious tone. For the first time I am here, I hold back from bursting into laughter. No, he can't be serious.

"How can you expect me to love you when you're the one who has locked me here for days and tied me up in chain?" I scream at him. "You're fucked up!" As soon as the words leave my mouth, I expect him to blow a fuse as he can do sometimes. But he just doesn't, instead he explains me calmly.

"But I only want to take care of you, baby girl." Baby girl. It's the first time he ever calls me that. Those words in his mouth makes me want to throw up. "I want you to be happy with me and only with me. You will stay here with me forever. I will be so careful to what you need." he says before caressing my cheek and I am surprised of the softness of his touch. "And when you'll be ready, I'll make love to you. I want to make you feel so good."

I widen my eyes before jumping from the mattress. His filthy words outrage me, he disgust me. I push him hard and he loses his balance. He falls backwards on the ground and gasps, but before I can run to the door, he grabs my ankle in his hand, preventing me from running away.

"Let me go, you pervert!" I shout at him but he tightened his grip on my leg. I throw myself on him as he is still lying on the ground, and I punch him in the face. I scratch him on the cheeks and slap him as violently as I can. He finally lets go of my leg and I am free. I run to the door that he fortunately didn't lock after entering. I pass through it and rush to the stairs I see each time we are going to the bathroom.

"Grace!" I can hear him calling me from behind. He is catching up with me and I can soon hear him running behind me in the corridor. Damn, I should have locked him in my cell.

When I reach the stairs, I see the grey door that separates me from the free world. I climb the steps as fast as my little weak legs can bring me but he is getting closer to me each second. Come on Grace, you're almost there. Think of your freedom.

I grab the handle of the heavy door and try to open it, but it doesn't work. I try again and again, but it is useless. If the door of my cell wasn't locked, this one is. I can hear him arriving behind me now. I fell on my knees, completely drained and weak from the lack of sleep and food. He grabs me in his arms before I collapse on the stairs, calling desperately my name several time but it's too late; darkness is already surrounding me.

Game over, Grace.

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Yayy! I loved writing this part because I was so inspired! I couldn't sleep so I wrote that in 2 hours at 3 in the f.cking morning. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Sorry for the mistakes, you know English isn't my first language.

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