Meeting My Abductor Again - Chapter 21

Three days had passed, and I was sitting outside, I hadn’t seen Axel for three days at all. He had gone by and I didn’t hear a word from him, so I did the same thing I did every day. Wake up, shower, have breakfast, go to the beach, have dinner, watch a live performance and then go to my room and watch T.V until I fall asleep.

I guess this would be third night sleeping by myself, as I get into the bed. It was really daunting me where he was. He couldn’t have possibly left me right. I couldn’t dwell on this for much. I watch T.V until I drift off to sleep.

I wake up to the door slamming, and I jolt awake and I look at the side table and it is 2:45am. I look to the side and I see Axel stumbling in and I get out of bed, rubbing my eyes in case I was dreaming.

I walk towards him, he doesn’t look his greatest, he looks haggard. “Are you okay?” as I assess him. “Did you and London want to have sex?” as his breath smells heavily of alcohol.

“what?” as I stutter.

“If I hadn’t interrupted you guys or caught you earlier you would have had sex with him, right?” as slurs it out.

“No” as I wonder what had bought this about. “You and London are just fucking liars, the two people I thought that I could count on”

I cut him off “what is this about? I think that you’re drunk, and you should get some rest ”

“I don’t want rest, I want the fucking truth”

“What truth? London and I made a mistake and that was all.”

“How can I believe you?”

“You just have to Axel.”

“How can I trust a whore like you?”

Something snapped, and I start to hit him on the face and I surprise myself that I had managed to do that. Axel looked a bit fazed, and he had a smug look on his face which I wanted to wipe off, so I lunged at him with all I had, I had learned a few tactics.

Yet Axel was warding off all my blows with so much ease, I managed to land a blow, which left him bleeding on the side of his mouth.

He wiped his mouth and then he let out a laugh in disbelief. He grips me by my hair and I feel like the blood is draining from my head. I start to struggle but it’s no use.

“The more you struggle the more you hurt yourself.” I spit in his face and he shoves me on to the ground and I hit the table post with my back as I land on the ground.

I look up at him at him.

“No matter how much you glare at me with those resentful eyes, there is still nothing that you can do about it.”

“You sicken me, you son of a bitch!”

His eyes look dangerously menacing as he picks me up from the ground with my hair and then he puts a hand around my throat and I feel it closing in on me, I start to struggle to breath and I try to claw his arm off but to no avail. I start to black out when he releases me.

I sink to the ground, as I grasp for air and I start to feel my throat as hot tears fill my eyes. I start to heave more for air. I curl up into a ball on the floor and silent teats start to flow, and fear starts to creep in. What if Axel had killed me? I didn’t even know where I lied with him. Was I even important to him? Clearly not as I drifted off to sleep.

I wake up the next morning, and I find myself on the floor, then it starts dawning on to me what had happened. I slowly get up as I cough a bit, I find Axel gone and I feel relieved then I feel a hint sense of panic when I think he might be back.

I go to the bathroom and I check my neck and I have a light ring around it. From where Axel’s hand was. I get into the shower and I take a long-time showering as the water feels good.

After that I finish, and I get dressed. I get out the room and I eat. At 5pm, two ladies come, and I feel a bit scared.

“Please come sit here” as one of the ladies directs me. I sit in the front of the mirror as she does my hair and the other my makeup.

After I’m done, I’m given lingerie, which I put on and then I’m given a small cute dress. I put it on with heels on too. Maybe Axel was really feeling remorseful for what he had done.

The ladies leave, and I sit there waiting. The door opens at 19:00pm and I look up to see Axel wearing a tux. I get up slowly and face him.

“You look great”

I don’t say anything.

“You are stripping in front of everyone, at 20:00pm, I want you to be left in the lingerie I bought you. You have to do it slowly, so the men have quite a show.”

I am frozen in shock as I can’t believe what he just asked me to do, I stare at him in disbelief.

“I will see you soon, so prep yourself” as he walks away and closes the door,

I sink to the ground, why was he doing this to me? Why did I expect anything to change, I was his wife after all and he was selling me? I start to shake uncontrollably. I get up shakily and I start to look for a way to escape.

I try the doors, the windows, and it was all locked. I break off the lamb handle and I have a weapon. There was no way to escape, so I decide to hide in the closet. I crouch down and I clasp the lamp handle in my hand.

I sit there as quietly as I can, I hear the door to the room open. “Talia where the fuck are you? I’m in no mood to play fucking games with you!”

I hear him open the bathroom door and he is probably checking underneath the bed. The door to the closet finally opens and I lunge at him, but he blocks my blow, I dash out trying to run away but he grabs my waist and I try to scream as his one hand goes around my mouth.

I bite his hand, “What the fuck” as he gets it out my grip. His hand goes around my throat. “You better behave yourself or else I might end up making you fuck every guy in that room!” I still at his words.

He then leads me out and he drops me off by the stage, what had gotten into him as I try to process what was going on. Was I dreaming, then the curtain goes up and bright lights blind me