Trapped chapter 7!
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I can't sleep. My legs and arms are in plaster, I have a neck brace and the morphine is wearing off. I can't call Amanda for more, I'll go to sleep and I'll start dreaming again. I can't handle any more dreams.
Hoffman haunts my dreams, stirring up images. The time in his office when he was posing as Jack Duel, the time earlier when I cried into his shoulder, his voice coming out of the tape recorder. There are new images too. Hoffman hugging me. Me sobbing into Hoffman's shoulder, Hoffman kissing me…..
What's wrong with me? Why am I fantasising about the man that tried to have me killed? He patronised us, rigged a trap in an attempt to mangle me, so why am I thinking about kissing him? He's not sorry about things, he wants me dead! He's way older than me, I don't fantasise about Jigsaw kissing me so why am I about Hoffman?
'Stupid kid'
My eyes flicker to the corner to see Hoffman's dark outline, he moves towards me, I lay perfectly still, trying to figure out why part of me is exited. He reaches the space by my head and clamps his hand over my mouth. The exited feeling explodes into joy at his touch, even though he's gripping me so tight I can feel the bruises forming.
'Now, you listen to me' he whispers in my ear 'you will not last long here unless you stop acting like such a little wuss. So, here's what were going to do. I am going to come here, every night, and you will do what I say. I don't care what religion you are or if you think it's wrong, you will do it and like it. That ought to toughen you up.' Then he removes his hand and leaves the room.
The exited feeling is gone.
I'm scared.
I know what he's going to do.
Tears stream from my eyes as I drift into dreamless sleep.
I wake up still crying. I have a splitting headache, and my whole body is in agony. Amanda comes in holding a syringe.
'painkillers' she smiles, sticking the needle in my arm 'can't have you dozing off all the time'
The pain sooths and Amanda carefully unbandages my legs. It's healing already.
'looks like they weren't badly broken at all, you should be walking in a week or so'
I don't react. Carefully, Amanda lifts me from the bed into a wheelchair waiting outside the door and wheels me into a modern looking kitchen. I look around, only now realising that I don't know where I am. Jigsaw is sitting at the polished wooden table, a cup of coffee in his hand. He laughs at my expression.
'we're undercover right now. We're still in Manhattan but just a couple of streets away from the warehouse. I'm posing as Arthur Jackson, Amanda is my wife, Alicia Jackson and Hoffman is my teenage son Bob. I've already made up a fake name for you, Alex Jackson. Do you mind acting like a nine year old? You look pretty young.'
I sit there, taking it all in. I look round to see Hoffman standing there in a navy blue school uniform, it's probably supposed to look smart but he's customised it radically. Gelled hair, untucked shirt and his blazer over one shoulder.
'Not bad for 25 huh?' he laughs running a hand through his gelled up hair.
Huh? Did he forget last night? Did I dream it? Was it all just a nightmare?
Will I lose my virginity to a serial killer?
'Well' Sighs Jigsaw 'Best get to work. I'm a life insurance salesman. Ironic huh? Come on 'son' I'll give you a lift.'
Hoffman drains a glass of orange juice and swings his backpack on. He kisses Amanda on the cheek.
'Bye MOM' he laughs. Amanda tuts.
'Calm down kid were not outside yet'
Hoffman jogs over to me and ruffles my hair.
'Bye bye BABY'
I pout.
He's acting like a big brother, not the creep who threatened me with rape last night. I think I was probably dreaming. I look up onto his friendly face, I cant imagine him hurting me.
