Virginie T. - Run Away, My Angel

— What have you done to me?

I can barely hear my voice. He puts his hand on my cheek and I am unable to even start the movement of revulsion I would like to make. My legs barely hold me. I feel myself slipping little by little to the ground. Before I fall to the ground, Leon passes an arm under my legs and on my back and presses me against his wide chest. My head is tilting back at a painful angle, but I am unable to hold it straight.

— I thought I had a little more time. Your room is not quite ready. I hope you will like it.

What is he talking about? How long has he been planning to kidnap me? And why? I thought he was my friend! My questions will go unanswered. I am unable to express them and I end up sinking into unconsciousness as Leon lays me down on a soft surface.

My eyelids flutter under the strong light. The sun assaults my retina with its light rays. I am disoriented, unable to remember where I am or what brought me to this unknown place. I try to rub my eyes to clear my vision, but my right wrist is stopped with a metallic noise. I insist, but this only causes me pain. A cold metal badly bites my skin. Then I resort to my left hand to rub my eyes, and I can see what is restraining me. Because that's what it is. A handcuff that is keeping me prisoner, tied to a bed. Panic wins me over. I look everywhere around. I am alone in an unknown room and my belongings are stored on open shelves, as if I had been living here for a long time. Anguish twists my guts.

— Is there anyone here?

There is only silence to answer my call.

— DOES ANYONE HEAR ME?

My voice comes out higher than I wanted, but whatever. In the next room, a chair squeaks on the tile and the sound of footsteps approaching speed up my pulse. When the ajar door opens, I cannot believe my eyes.

— Leon???

His smile has something unhealthy and disturbing. It is however no different from usual. It is probably due to the incredible situation I face.

— You're finally awake, I didn't realize I had forced the dose a little too much. Do you have a migraine? Nausea?

It's really a surreal situation. I am chained to a bed and my kidnapper worries about my health after he has drugged me? Because that is what he did, if I understand well.

— Why am I here? Why did you tie me up?

He sits on the edge of the bed and by reflex I move away from him, which makes him sigh.

— Would you have stayed with me if I had asked you kindly?

No, definitely not. I'm trying to slow down my heart rate while he keeps justifying himself.

— We are made for each other Mal. I knew that as soon as I saw you for the first time.

— You were with Lilas. You were good together.

He plays with the strands of my hair and I cannot run away. I cannot stretch my arm any more, and my wrist hurts from being pulled like that.

— She wasn't meant for me. All she thinks about is having fun and fucking. I’m looking for something more serious. I knew right away that you were a passionate and incredibly romantic person. You are my ideal woman.

I try to reason with him.

— I am not the one for you, I am not constant. I am unable to commit myself.

— You don't want to work, which suits me very well since I want you to stay at home. With me. Remember, I work from home. We'll be together all the time. I make enough for both. We're going to be very happy.

He leans over my face, lips forward, and I spit in his face to make him go back. He grunts, wiping himself with the back of his sleeve.

— You will come to your senses. You’ll be mine. Forever.

— Never Leon. NEVER.

Then he sits on top of me squeezing my stomach and I gasp under his weight. I am afraid he wants to rape me, so I start screaming nonstop. Then he buries my head in the mattress to muffle the sound and I suffocate with the sheets that get into my wide-open mouth.

— Stop shouting! I am not going to take you. I just want to mark you. You're mine. And when you finally understand that we are soulmates, you will be proud to show it to everyone.

I stop screaming to be able to breathe more freely and hear him taking something out of his pocket. He then lowers the collar of my T-shirt and I start shaking again until I feel a cold metal on the top of my back.

— A mark as a proof of your love for me.

The blade then sinks into my skin as if in butter under my howl of pain. Leon slashes my back with a vertical gash and my blood flows down my neck.

— You're going to be perfect.

After that he leaves me there, stunned, and with my body injured.

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