I woke to the sun shining through the curtains and the birds singing their diverse songs outside. It was strange. I can't quite seem the collect myself or even see my surroundings. It's all a blur. The unusual level of the bed I was lying on told me I was sleeping on an air mattress. The bed itself sinking to allow my back to touch the planks of wood that kept the mattress from falling through the bed frame. I knew this wasn't my room as my mattress is memory foam and had a box spring lying in my bed frame. I attempted to sit up but was restricted by something. I tried to see what was holding me down, but nonetheless, I still could not make my eyes focus. 

I reached up to rub my eyes, hoping to rid of whatever was constricting my vision when I felt wetness. I pulled my hand back to study what was on my hand. Still unable to see clearly, I paid attention to the color. It was black. Well, more like a foggy grey from what I could tell. Perhaps I had on makeup, and it was running. My eyes are hurting a considerable amount. That could cause them to water up enough to spill over. I reached to pull the cover off of me when a loud snore came from beside me. It interrupted the quietness of the room and caused me to jump. The severity of my jump had woken the sleeping figure next to me. The stranger sat up to stretch, and the pressure holding me down was gone. I guess his arm had been on me. I sat up and turned to observe him through the blurriness of my sight. From what I could tell, he was Hawaiian. He turned toward me and cocked his head to the side.

"What?" I asked, getting slightly uncomfortable under his gaze.

"You had to have been awake for some time now. Why haven't you put on your glasses?" At his words, I quickly looked towards the table sitting on the side of the bed and saw a pair of glasses that seemed to be thrown messily onto the table. I picked them up and put them on. The blurriness had gone away, and I could see clearly. I, once again, turned to observe the man seated next to me. I was correct. He was Hawaiian. His dark curly hair fell messily over his green eyes, and his muscular body was evident through his white wife-beater. I quickly pulled the sheet off of me and stood up to put some distance between the stranger and me. I was immediately made aware of the thin nightgown I had on as I felt the cold air hit my body. I grabbed the sheet I was once laying under and wrapped it around myself to keep the warmth that was flowing from my body.

"Wh-Who are you?" I asked, cringing at my stutter.

"Umm babe, are you okay? This isn't like you."

"You don't even know me. I want to know who you are and how I got here."

His face contorted with confusion at my words. "I'm your husband, Bash, and you live here." He said slowly, studying my face to see if I was joking.

"Where is here?" I said, utterly ignoring the husband part, brushing it off for later questioning.

"We live on Dalia. Our island." Island. Our Island. 

"Also you are not my husband, MY husband's name is Jacob." His face went cold. I could see no emotions on his face.

"I thought we agreed never to speak that name again." He said, his face slowly contorting with rage.

"What? All of a sudden I'm not allowed to speak the name of my own husband. You must be crazy." He looked down, and all was silent as his body shook. I wasn't sure if it was with tears or laughter, but I soon found out. His head shot up, and he had a gleeful smile on his face, his laughter increasing in volume. "What is so funny?"

"I had thought you were past this. You followed my rules for so long; I had thought you had actually fallen in love with me." I was incredibly confused at his words. Followed his rules? Fallen in love with him? What was this madman on about? As I was lost in thought, Bash had gotten up and blocked off the door, giving me no escape as the window was nailed shut. He had slowly moved to sit back down on the bed and kept silent, waiting for me to speak.

"What are you talking about? What rules?"

"The rules I gave you when you got to Dalia. The rules that were given to you when I bought you." Bought me? What?

"The buying and selling of people are illegal and just plain wrong. Jacob would never allow this."

"Sure. Let's go with that. It's easier anyway if you believe he was killed trying to protect you." Jacob is... Dead? No, it can't be. Even this madman said it was better if I believed he was killed. 

No, I want the truth.

"What really happened?"

"Are you sure you're ready to know? The last time I told you, you almost killed yourself because of it."

"Tell me."

"You're Jacob..." He paused.

"Tell me."

"Is the one..." He paused again. 

"Just say it!" I yelled.

"Who sold you."