wouldn’t get any favors again.
“Can you at least tell me your name? I know the other man’s name, Justin. And I know you are a lot nicer than him…you seem like the kind of guy who does the right thing.”
“Guilt tripping me won’t work, I’m smarter than the government idiots you ‘lobby’ every day.” He made fake quotes around lobby. So he knows what I do for a living. Could it have something to do with that? I shook my head trying to find the story.
“Okay…well what is your name then?” I pressed, I wish I could match a name to his face. It would make it easier to mark his name on the wall and cross it out with anger. He looked at me and sighed heavily.
“I’m not going to stop asking you,” I said softly.
“My name is Dan.”
“Is that your real name?” I asked. Dan was such a simple name…like one you make up and tell the person you kidnapped.
“Well my birth certificate says Daniel if that’s what you’re asking me,” he replied simply. The more I talked to him the less afraid I was of him. I was just afraid of the situation, I had been taken and I didn’t know when I could go home, or if anyone even knew I was gone yet. Surely Mallory would know, but then again it had only been one day and she might just assume that I’m with a guy. I’ve been having a lot of unnecessary one night stands, well not a lot…just the past three weekends. The day I was taken had to be Friday…
“Oh…okay then.” I had so many questions but didn’t know where to start. “Is this your house?” I wondered if he lived in this old, ratty place.
“No, why would I live somewhere like this?” he answered simply.
“Is this where you take all your victims then?”
“No, you’re my first. Victim, I mean,” he clarified awkwardly. What was that about?
“So why me?” I asked again, but in a different way why I was here.
“I told you, you are a means to an end.”
“Whose end?” I pressed.
“That’s enough.” He stood up to leave, suddenly I didn’t want him to go, and not just because I had more questions.
“Wait, you can’t leave me in here all alone. Please, I’ll go crazy,” I begged him. “Listen, you’ve made it very clear that I am going to be here until you deem it okay for me to leave, can’t you…loosen my leash a little bit?”
“I haven’t even put you in it yet.” He pointed to the cuffed chain, my heart immediately fluttered and stopped.
“No!” I jumped up. “I mean, what if I was a…” come on Tamara, think…think of something. “What if I was like a live-in…prisoner?” I had to force the word out, I was going to try anything just to get out of this room.
“What is that supposed to mean?” He moved his hands at his sides, making an open palmed motion.
“I mean I... I could like live here, and not go anywhere until you say I can…until your little project is done.”
“Project?” He laughed aloud, it seemed like a real laugh, not like the one before. “You think this is just some play?”
“Well you won’t tell me why you’ve taken me.”
“I’m pretty sure you don’t even get to ask me questions at all.”
“I’m pretty sure you don’t even know how to pull off a real kidnapping,” I said sternly. His face went hard and his eyes dark then he stepped towards me slowly, until he was right up on me. I could feel his breath against my face…it smelled like cinnamon.
“And I’m pretty sure, you’re still here, under my control.”
“Do you always have to be in control?” I whispered, my eyes were wandering all over his face, studying him, trying to find a point of attack. Psychology major, work your magic.
“Yes.”
“So what about my suggestion?” I don’t know what I was thinking, this wouldn’t change anything. At least I won’t smell like wet rags. This way I could get some sense of normalcy back,
“Can you at least tell me your name? I know the other man’s name, Justin. And I know you are a lot nicer than him…you seem like the kind of guy who does the right thing.”
“Guilt tripping me won’t work, I’m smarter than the government idiots you ‘lobby’ every day.” He made fake quotes around lobby. So he knows what I do for a living. Could it have something to do with that? I shook my head trying to find the story.
“Okay…well what is your name then?” I pressed, I wish I could match a name to his face. It would make it easier to mark his name on the wall and cross it out with anger. He looked at me and sighed heavily.
“I’m not going to stop asking you,” I said softly.
“My name is Dan.”
“Is that your real name?” I asked. Dan was such a simple name…like one you make up and tell the person you kidnapped.
“Well my birth certificate says Daniel if that’s what you’re asking me,” he replied simply. The more I talked to him the less afraid I was of him. I was just afraid of the situation, I had been taken and I didn’t know when I could go home, or if anyone even knew I was gone yet. Surely Mallory would know, but then again it had only been one day and she might just assume that I’m with a guy. I’ve been having a lot of unnecessary one night stands, well not a lot…just the past three weekends. The day I was taken had to be Friday…
“Oh…okay then.” I had so many questions but didn’t know where to start. “Is this your house?” I wondered if he lived in this old, ratty place.
“No, why would I live somewhere like this?” he answered simply.
“Is this where you take all your victims then?”
“No, you’re my first. Victim, I mean,” he clarified awkwardly. What was that about?
“So why me?” I asked again, but in a different way why I was here.
“I told you, you are a means to an end.”
“Whose end?” I pressed.
“That’s enough.” He stood up to leave, suddenly I didn’t want him to go, and not just because I had more questions.
“Wait, you can’t leave me in here all alone. Please, I’ll go crazy,” I begged him. “Listen, you’ve made it very clear that I am going to be here until you deem it okay for me to leave, can’t you…loosen my leash a little bit?”
“I haven’t even put you in it yet.” He pointed to the cuffed chain, my heart immediately fluttered and stopped.
“No!” I jumped up. “I mean, what if I was a…” come on Tamara, think…think of something. “What if I was like a live-in…prisoner?” I had to force the word out, I was going to try anything just to get out of this room.
“What is that supposed to mean?” He moved his hands at his sides, making an open palmed motion.
“I mean I... I could like live here, and not go anywhere until you say I can…until your little project is done.”
“Project?” He laughed aloud, it seemed like a real laugh, not like the one before. “You think this is just some play?”
“Well you won’t tell me why you’ve taken me.”
“I’m pretty sure you don’t even get to ask me questions at all.”
“I’m pretty sure you don’t even know how to pull off a real kidnapping,” I said sternly. His face went hard and his eyes dark then he stepped towards me slowly, until he was right up on me. I could feel his breath against my face…it smelled like cinnamon.
“And I’m pretty sure, you’re still here, under my control.”
“Do you always have to be in control?” I whispered, my eyes were wandering all over his face, studying him, trying to find a point of attack. Psychology major, work your magic.
“Yes.”
“So what about my suggestion?” I don’t know what I was thinking, this wouldn’t change anything. At least I won’t smell like wet rags. This way I could get some sense of normalcy back,
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