It wasn't a dream

I opened my eyes. It was morning again.

I had a long night of sleep, my whole body felt numb and all I did was stretched out on the bed.

I tried to reach out to my cellphone on the bed but was unable to find it. I needed to communicate to Tyler where and when I will be free today, I missed the previous night, he must be mad at me.

Still stretching out on the bed, I still could not reach out to my phone. I turned my head to the side and saw a huge painting by the wall. It was a man who I recognized, Mariano the most notorious ruthless mafia leader. Some say he is a tyrant, others say he is a psychopath and a maniac.

“What is that painting doing inside my room.” I turned my head to the other side and saw a huge painting again. It was still the same man but with a little girl in it. “What is this? Why am I seeing strange things?” I pondered greatly. “I guess I must have had too much of champagne last night that’s the reason why I am hallucinating and daydreaming. But if I were to daydream, why would it be someone I had never met?”

Everything was beginning to feel strange and weird to me. I raised myself up from the bed and for a second, I thought I was in an actual dream. Nothing looks like my home, nor my room and not any of the rooms in our house.

“Where is this place? Where am I?”

I continued my search for my phone again but couldn’t find it. To tired and weak, I decided to make my way out to the kitchen for a glass of chilled milk. The moment I opened the room door, I was amazed with what I saw. Everything was strange looking, the building design, the stairs and the arrangement of the rooms. It was nothing like home, I became lost and confused.

I made it downstairs and again I came in contact with the same painting I saw in the room. It was still the same man, and his painting filled the entire hallway and down to the dinning hall.

By the door was his picture firmly carved and a sculpture of him besides the dinning doors. I opened it up and what a surprise. The table before me was like the one king Arthur used in the past and it had quiet a handful of breakfast and fruits. My stomach growled in hunger, I fasten myself to a seat and ready for breakfast.

“If this is a dream, I wouldn’t want to wake up from it.” I said out loud.

“To bad, it’s all real.” A voice said. I turned around and he stood by the entrance. “I can see you are awake, I’m glad you are.” He smiled. “I was going to come wake you to join me for breakfast but here you are already.”

“Mariano!” I exclaimed in shock. “This isn’t real, I must be stuck in a dream.” I said jokingly

“I can see, this must be the after effect of the sedatives I gave you.” He walked closer to me. “I guess you must have forgotten about what happened last night.”

“What do you mean? What happened?” I felt a sharp pain at the side of my head, like a margarine. Thereafter, I saw both of my parents on their knees pleading for mercy and he was with a gun pointed at my father. The memories of the previous night came flooding in, then I remembered where I was and why I was brought here.

The smile on my face wiped off immediately. “Judging by your facial expression, I see you’ve finally rremembered. I was starting to get a little upset and disappointed.” He said

“You monster.” I said in rage, I lost my appetite in an instance and stood up from my seat.

“That’s a bit harsh don’t you think.” He took a seat opposite me, got hold of a sandwich and took a bite out of it, then he looked at me. “You should eat, you lost a lot of energy due to the hypnotic so I had the chef prepared a feast for you. Everything on this table is for you, eat as much as you like.”

“I would rather die than dine with you. You monster, you disgust me.”

“You’ve got quite a sharp tongue for a lady. Makes me interested in you even more. I just get excited when I look at you. Right from your head down to your feet.” He said slowly. “It is a pleasant sight indeed.”

I looked at my body, my clothes had been changed and I was in a white silk pajamas.

“What did you do to me? You monster.” I became filled with upmost disgust.

“Calm down baby girl. It was the maid who changed your clothes. I have no intention of touching you, to me you are nothing but a tool used in exchanged for money. I have no significant use for you and I can dispose you off anytime I want to.” He said taking a second bite.

“So you mean you aren’t after my body? Isn’t that the reason why you kidnapped me?”

“Hush now baby girl, if you say it like that the readers might misunderstand. I didn’t kidnap you, I’m only holding you captive to keep your father on his toes to pay me back. Besides, I have no use for your body and if I wanted a plaything, there are lots of maids in this house and not only that, I can get any girl I want to, moreover you don’t suit my fantasy.” He paused. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t do what I want with you. You are mine at least until your father completes the debts before the days run out. So if I were you, I would start praying he returns on time because this man right here sitting before you, is not a patient man neither is he a gentleman.”

He stood up from his seat for he was done eating. He wiped off his lips and dropped the servient on the table and walked around to where I was seated. He placed his right hand on my shoulder and sniffed my hair.

“What a pleasant smell.”

I bit my lips in anguish. I had no power to push him away from me and even if I did, it would only complicate things. I might end up with bruises for I know the kind of man he is.

He took his hands off me, brought a sandwich before me.

“You should eat something, you look pale. I have work to do, so I won’t have time to play with you for the meantime.” He left my behind and walked to the entrance of the dining hall. “When I’m gone, don’t try to do anything stupid except you don’t wish to see your parents again.” He took his leave and left me alone.

He was right indeed. I was taken by him as a way to keep my father on his toes and prevent him from running away, and by that I have just 30days. Starving myself won’t do any good to me and fighting against him would be futile for I am powerless before him. I guess I have no option but to accept the situation that has befall me.

I gave out a long depressing sigh.