In his grasp 2

The dark room

Pulling up outside of Joe’s house was nerve wracking. I couldn’t see his car but I could see his maids car on the drive. Thank god! It’s just her and luckily I had met her once when I was looking for something to eat, she thought I had broken in but Joe told her I was very close to him and will always be welcome. He will wish he didn’t tell her that when he realises I’ve left. I drove up to the house and got out of my car. Deep breaths Lauren. You can’t do this!

I knocked lightly on the front door and the maid opened it slowly. “Oh Lauren! Come in!” She welcomed me and beckoned me in. I smiled at her trying to pretend that everything was fine.

“What are you doing here?” She asked as she closed the front door. “I’m jus picking up my stuff” I replied and she looked slightly concerned. “I’m moving it into my own flat, I finally managed to get one and I am so excited” I lied. I noticed her looking out the front window in search for Joe. “Oh he’s not with me” I said and she looked at me. “He had so much work to do and so many clients to see that he told me to come and get the stuff myself” I smiled hoping she believed me. She smiled after a tense moment and replied “sounds about right”. I laughed at her sarcasm and continued upstairs to get my things from his room. 

Almost done. I chucked my shampoo and conditioner from the bathroom into my bag frantically. I don’t want to get caught by Joe. I don’t to see him, hear him or smell him. Partly because I hate him for what he has done but also because I know the affect he has on me. He would probably be able to change my mind in a second. After packing the last of my stuff I walked towards the hall and heard the front door shut.

“Hello Mr Stone, I’m just leaving for the day. Would you like me to do anything before I leave?” The maid asked and I felt my heart rate increase. The one thing I didn’t want was for Joe to come back and he has. What am I going to do? However it was someone far worse than Joe. “No I’m fine, leave” the voice said sharply. My blood ran cold as I peered over the banister. It was Arthur. 

The maid had left and Arthur walked into the kitchen. I have to escape, I have to get out of here before he sees me. I’m terrified as to what Arthur would do if he knew he had me in the house... alone. I creeped down the steps as quietly as I could, trying to control my breathing so that he couldn’t hear my scattered gasps of fear. I got to the bottom step and placed my hand to the door. Inches away from escaping I went to turn the handle and opened the door slowly. 

Suddenly a hand slapped the door and slammed it in front of me. “Going somewhere?” Arthur grunted behind me and I froze. I couldn’t move at all and my hand was tightly stuck to the handle in fear. He didn’t move his hand that was rested against the door beside me and he stepped closer to me. 

“I thought that someone was here as I didn’t recognise the car” he breathed deeply through his nose as his head was pressed against mine. “Mmmm. Finally I have you to myself” he growled and twisted my body to face him. I looked up at him, looking into the evilness that clouded his eyes as he scanned them across my body. 

“Please Arthur, I need to go” I trembled and he smiled. He grabbed my neck and placed his head closer to mine. Licking across my lips he closed his eyes with satisfaction. I shivered and scrunch my face up at the feeling of his wet tongue. 

“This is going to extremely enjoyable... for me” he whispered in my ear then grabbed my hair and pulled me towards the stairs. “No Arthur, please don’t!” I screamed as he picked me up and dragged me up the steps. I tried to grip the railings to stop his progression but it was no use, he was incredibly strong. We got to the top and my breathing became wheezy as he crushed my lungs with his shoulder. He got to his bedroom door and opened it. I grabbed at the frame and he tugged me off. I gasp as I hit the floor and he closes the door behind him. He locked it with his key and placed it in his pocket. Looking at me with pure evil intent he gripped my hair once more and pulled me to standing. 

“I want to show you my secret room” he laughed and went to the big sliding mirror. He placed another key into the hole that was imbedded into the side of the mirror and then slid the door open to reveal a room slightly bigger than his bedroom. This room was painted black with padded walls and flooring. Chains dangled from the ceiling and he had various different s****l weapons on show in cabinets along the left wall. I was petrified and he stood me by the chains and locked my wrists in place. I was standing in the position that Joe had put me in but his room was much more uplifting than this. It was white and enticing, it felt fun and playful but this. This was hell on earth. I watched my freedom and hope disintegrate as he slid the door closed.