Victoria

The room is dark. There is just enough light for me to see the small room that they are keeping me in. the light filtered into the small room form a window that had been boarded up.

The room was about the size of a king bed, one window, one door, no furniture.

Then there was me, I woke up here, bound and gagged.

I was running down gangster streets in N.Y. a drug deal had gone wrong. My boyfriend, Patrick, was sick and had asked me to go for him.

Thanks to him I am where I am now. I lie down on the grimy floor, dust going up my noise, dirt in my blond hair, and slimy green stuff on my face; I slept.

“Victoria!” I hear Patrick's voice calling me. I knew I had to be dreaming, Patrick was safe at home. But the only thing was that he sounded worried, in my dreams he always sounded happy.

Slowly I open my eyes. I glance around the room, lit by moonlight. What I see startles me awake. Patrick, bound hands and feet, lying on the on the other side of the other side of the room. We looked at each other and I knew one thing, no matter what happens, we could stay together. That was my last thought as I drifted back to sleep.

I awoke to the door being opened, and a man walking in. I realize I am shivering, the room’s temperature couldn’t be more than 60 degrees and I was in mini shorts and a t-shirt.

The man looks at me and rips the duck tape of my mouth.

“If I untie you will you try to escape?” he asks.

“I won’t, I just want to be able to warm up my girlfriend.”  Patrick says.

“I didn’t ask what you want I just asked if you would try to escape.”

“I won’t ether” I say, my teeth chattering.”

He cuts the rope binding our hands and feet and walks out, closing the door behind him. As soon as the door closes Patrick rushes over to me, sits next to me and pulls me into his arms, for the first time since this whole thing started, I cried. I put my head against his chest and he rests his head against mine.

I don’t know how long I sat there in Patrick’s arms crying, but after a while I slept. I dreamed that I was back home lying in bed, Patrick with me. When I woke up I was lying in Patrick's arms but I was still in the small gummy room where I was being held prisoner. Gently I tap Patrick. He opens his eyes and kisses me. He stands up and offers me his hand, I take it and he helps me up. We walk around for a few minutes before sitting down again. The walls were made of cement, so was the floor.

I stand up and walk to the window and look out one of the small openings, enjoying the sun on my face. Soon I sit back down next to Patrick. After awhile the sun says goodbye and I welcome the night. My second day in hell.

Patrick lies down and I next to him. His warmth seeping into me, his touch electrifying, yet somehow settling, soon I am sleeping happily in his arms.

In my dream I was back home.  Patrick, 6’2, blond hair, blue eyes was the one who got taken and I was home safe. Wondering why Patrick never came home.

When I awoke I was in tears, I snuggled up in Patrick’s arms and cried. I knew that no matter what, I was happiest here with Patrick.

“You want to talk about it baby?” he asks, running his fingers through my dirty blond hair, looking into my green eyes. His eyes shining with concern.

“no.” I say. Kissing him gently at first. After a moment his arms wrap around me pulling me closer, he kisses me back, hungrily, deeply, our kiss continues this way for about five minutes before someone comes in, interrupting a very important moment.

We pull apart as the guard from last times comes in. “my name is Dave” he says looking directly at me as he continues “it’s my job to keep you here but it is also my job to do my best to make you happy while you are here. After we get what we want you will be free to go” he smiles at me. “I'm sorry that you had to be dragged into this Mrs.-“

“Victoria, Miss Victoria Heitz.” I say surprised by the Mrs.

His smile broadens “well Miss Victoria, I’ll do my best to get my people to let you out, although Patrick will have to stay.”

“No” I say as firmly as I can manage “I'm not leaving Patrick”

“Alright, that is your choice but I suggest that you leave things may get ugly. After all this is a kidnapping not a hotel.”

“I know and I understand that but I plan on staying with Patrick.”

“Baby, please go home I don’t want you hurt” he says looking concerned.

“Patrick John Matthews there is no f*****g way that I am leaving you.”

“Baby the worst thing is that I'm so glad but I'm also worried about you.” His eyes tear up “I love you and I don’t want you hurt.”

“Um lessen I understand you are having a moment but I you must make a dissension now.”

“She goes” Patrick says

At that exact moment I say “I stay.”

“Alright I’ll let you talk it out. I’ll be back in a few minutes. Patrick you will get your room after you decide.  Victoria I suggest that you go home.” He looks at me sternly “if you chose to stay then you and Patrick will stay separated for most of the time.”

“I don’t care I plan on staying.”

“Ok, I will be back in about an hour. Please be ready to say goodbye for the time being.”

“Ok” Patrick and I say at the same time.

He walks out, closing the door behind him.

“Patrick”

“Don’t talk.” He says his voice dripping with anger “this is my turn”

“but-“

“No just lessen, you had a chance at safety and you gave it up. We have to say goodbye anyway. I love you but your choices are stupid, especially this one.”

“I love you too.  That’s why I can’t say goodbye.”

“Well you’re going to have to”

“I love you” I kiss him. Pulling off his shirt as I do, his hands finding their way under my shirt. After a few minutes we are naked. Kissing as we make love. I enjoy the feeling of his body against mine.

When we got done about ten minutes later we got dressed and made out while we waited. Waited to say goodbye.

Dave came an hour later just like he said. He handcuffed me and duck taped my mouth. He walked next to me, keeping one hand on my arm while he led me down hall after hall after hall.

The halls were old and grimy. The chair railing was painted white and so was the wall below, an old faded white with many stains on it. Above the railing was painted pink, rose petal pink. It too was also old and faded. The ceiling was white with many water stains and the floor also had white tiles with many derbies. I look back only once.

Soon we stop in front of an old green door with the number 207 on it. I know we are at our destination. He opens the door and I go inside and he follows, closing the door behind him, it creaks loudly.

“Welcome to your new home sweetheart.” He says pulling the duct tape off my mouth.

“Don’t call me that.” I say.

“Sweetie?”

“No”

“Cupcake?”

“No” I practically scream in expiration.

“Well baby you’re my girl now, so I’ll call you baby. I know you'll like that.”

“No I don’t like that because I'm Patrick’s girl.” I realize that this is his room, and with that realization my panic rises.

He un-cuffed me and I rub my sore hands while I pace back and forth. He lies down on the king bed and motions for me to come over. I walk over; fearful of what would happen, wondering if I should refuse.

As soon as I'm standing next to him, he grabs me and pulls me on top of him, kissing me hungrily, feeling my a*s. His breath was onion breath and I wanted nothing more than to puke in his mouth when he started French kissing me. I wouldn’t let Patrick French kiss me, yet here was Dave sticking his tong down my through. And even thought my mind refuses Dave, my body never got the memo.