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The blog will be gone by Sunday.

Day 3. Truth is annoying! (cont.)

                Before I could sigh, he seemed to fall out of a trance and pulled back suddenly, but dropped me in his haste. Bile filled my throat and I vomited outside the open window. The wind blew across my face, and I would’ve sworn I heard my captor curse. Whipping my head around, I looked into his face.

                “Who are you?” I said. I walked closer to him, and brushed my hand against his cheek. He flinched and stepped back from me. My pain was forgotten as I stared at the silent man in front of me. I stepped close to my bed, and sat on it with a heartfelt sigh. Looking at my captor I said, “What is your name?” I just noticed that in over a year of being his captive, I had never asked.

                “Douglas,” He walked towards the window in the same manner I had done just yesterday. Jerking around he stared at me, “We’ve been living here for 13 months now, why would you want to know my name now?” I looked back at him and he spit at floor. “You want something? That it? You want to leave now?” When he said that he finally had me thinking.

                Since I had woken up in this hell hole 13 months ago, I had never tried to get back out. I had gotten up, relieved myself in a bucket toward the window, and sat waiting on the bed.

                “Why did you take me?” I said to Douglas. He eyed me before walking to my bed and sitting beside me. I stiffened my back when his hands were suddenly around my shoulders. He leant closer to my ear and whispered silkily, “I wanted you.” I could feel his breath around my ear, and I bent my back in response to his blatant flirting. I shivered, and his large hands soon started running up and down my arm to heat me. All thoughts of my past pain were forgotten as I thought about the man right beside me.

                “No, who are you really?” I said breathily to him.

                “I’m the captain of ‘High and Mighty’,” He said. His hands began to itch closer to my neck before a thought came to me. High and Mighty was a group of men who were outcasts and killers.

                They were also the men that killed my brother... The man who called himself “Douglas” inched closer to my lips as I looked at him with painful clarity. Here was the man who issued the death of my brother! 

Day 3. Love was always dangerous...

I was lying on my bed when it first happened. My head got dizzy and I felt as if I was never going to breathe again. My heart was about to jump out of my chest and I had a thirst that would drain the Thames. I looked around my large room, but my eyes began to dim. My breaths were coming out as short bursts, and I couldn’t scream. I scratched at my throat and knocked over a candelabrum in my disquiet. I saw a water pitcher to the side of the and rushed towards it, before I could get off my knees, though, my legs broke from under me and I was lying on the floor.
Suddenly I heard the door break open and I looked into my captor’s eyes. Rather than the cold detachment in his eyes he looked quite alarmed and caring. For a while I thought I even thought I say pain, but it was gone before I acknowledge it. Then again – I don’t think I could acknowledge anything when my body felt as if I was burning up.
My body was shaking and I knew I was pale. Abruptly he lifted me off the floor and held me to his hard chest and tried to comfort me – which was funny I’d been living with the man for a whole year, and two days in a row he was holding me. I had the sudden feeling of contentment; as if I was made to be in his arms. He smelled of mint; and I knew I would never forget the scent. I looked into his eyes as my body began to cool down and saw concern. “What happened- are you OK?” He carried me up to the bed as if I weighed nothing and said, “Stay right there, I’ll be right back,”
As if I was any condition to move – all of a sudden I felt as if I was coming out of my body. I was looking at my captor come back into the room, to see me fall off the four-poster bed. He shouted out and rushed towards me. Looking closer, I saw that he had a cup of something in his hands. When he poured the liquid into my - her? – mouth. I was startled when I felt as if fire was running down my throat. I seemed to smile at him, and I saw my head raise towards his. He looked taken back when I started shaking. My out-of-body experience was cut back short when I realised he was shaking me. I looked into his eyes for a long time and finally breathed out,
“Arthur?” The man’s eyes looked up in shock, before my lips rose to his..