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!