Djaq
I wake up and let my head lean back against the wall. By my count this is my 23rd day of captivity. Not that I am sure because the room I am in has no windows. I haven't seen day light in so long. It is dark, I have no way of knowing what time it is. No way of getting out.
I am so hungry. I hate this. I hate that there is no way out. if there was a window or any light or any thing in the room apart from four walls I might be able to think of a way to get out of here.
My arms ache. They are shackled above my head, they have been there the entire time, my shoulders hurt, holding me up because the tips of my toes barely scrape the floor.
My wrists are shackled to the wall and so are my feet. There is a collar around my neck attached to the wall and another around my waist. I can't move a single millimetre.
The door across from me opens. I hate him. Hate him with every ounce of my body.
"Good morning." He says. I glare at him.
"Still not talking to me my pet?" his horrible slimy voice says,
He takes a plate out from behind his back and my head lifts up on it's own accord. My stomach starts growling. The food smells so good. It is a full English roast dinner. Somewhere in my head a voice reasons that he must be wasting a lot of food cooking one of those for me every day.
"You should know how this works by now pet. If you want the food you have to start behaving. Do you want the food?"
"No." I growl. My traitorous stomach growls in obvious disagreement.
"Are you sure? All you have to do is obey me and I will let you have the meal."
"I do not want the food. I am not your slave."
"If you promise to do my bidding I will let you have the food."
"I do not want your food. I will not be doing your bidding. You will have to kill me."
"Then I will." he says, "No one will stop me you know? They haven't come looking for you."
"They will." I sigh, "I don't want your food."
"Fine then. I'll see you later." He puts the plate on the floor and walks out.
The smell is so gorgeous. it makes my mouth water. God I want that food.
The physician in me knows that not having food for this amount of time isn't healthy, but the strong woman in me knows that once I tell him I want the food, I will be completely in his control. I know what I have to do to get it. I have to work for him. I have to become his slave. I have done that once and I swore that I would never do that again. I refuse to be a slave again. I will not work for that horrible man. I just have to hold out a little bit longer. My gang will rescue me.
Will is going to rescue me.
They are coming to rescue me aren't they?
I have been here for 23 days. Maybe they aren't coming for me. Maybe they've forgotten me. Maybe they aren't coming. What if they don't care that I've gone? What if I'm stuck here forever? I'm going to die here and no one will care, no one will even know I'm gone.
I close my eyes and block out the gorgeous smell of the food. I let my eyes picture two beautiful green eyes. Two gorgeous emerald pools.
When he looks at me the world seems right. When he holds my hands I feel like I can do anything and more importantly I feel like a woman.
He tells me I'm beautiful, and the way he looks at me it's as if he sees right into my soul,
a few weeks ago we had snuck out of the camp together for some time alone and I had laid down on his chest and gently kisses his neck.
"I love you." he'd whispered, for the first time. It had taken a few minutes to sink in. When it did, I had let myself smile, my whole being was flooded with happiness and love.
"Uhibuka." I had whispered once I trusted myself to speak,
"What?" he had whispered,
"Uhibuka," I had repeated, "It means, I love you. In Arabic. I love you Will."
"Uhibuka." he had whispered, I had laughed,
"What?" Will had asked,
"My language is different from yours, we have different words when talking to a man than when we talk to a woman, so when I tell you I love you, I say Uhibuka, but when you tell me it's Uhibukki."
He had lifted my head so that I was looking into his eyes,
"Well then Uhibukki, because I do, I love you Djaq, more than anything in the world, more than my own life, and when this is all over I want to marry you and live with you until the end of time."
"Do you mean that?" I had whispered not daring to believe it.
"Of course I do, Djaq, I love you, and in all my life I have never understood Robin and Marian when they look at each other and nothing seems to matter. But I get it now. I love you Djaq."
"I love you."
Surely Will won't have forgotten me. It made me laugh quiet, shy, Will Scarlett, that was probably the longest speech I'd ever heard him say. I love him, and I know he loves me. Surely he won't have forgotten me. Surely Will is going to keep looking for me. He'll get me out. Won't he?