Chapter 8:
Jill poured her eyes out, and she was touching the back of her hair. She cared about her hair, and now it was ruined! Cut! By that psychopath who touched her, molested her even. After she wept, Jill banged on the cell walls, and tried to unlock the door. She wanted to tear down that red curtain and bang something against the door and get the fuck out and cry for someone to help. Jill tried toying with the lock and the screws that held the thing together, but nothing.
She tried lifting the bed, but it was chained. She tried to squeeze through the bars, but it was no use. She tried to scream again, but nothing happened. She tried to see if there was any flaw within the walls that she could dig her way out.
After what seemed to be hours.
And hours.
And hours.
And hours.
Jill saw that it gotten dark outside, and softly…but surely, she could hear crickets. Crickets playing songs for her, as if they knew she was sad and try to make her feel better. Jill got up and laid on her bed, lying in between those ice cold sheets that seemed to cradle her into terribly uncomfortable sleep.
Through the darkness, Jill could see her breath poof up into the air and disappear. It even came from her nose, and she started to shiver uncontrollably. It was all frost in this place. That's how cold she was. Jill wished she could make a fire or even wrap more blankets around her, but didn't dare move.
Then, her heart jumped to her throat, making her eyes almost bulge from her eyes, as she saw the light bulb brighten the room. That evil light, the only fire in the room, that evil signal. She knew exactly what that meant.
He was coming down. Jill sat up on her bed, alert more than ever! Ironically, she wanted that cage door to be shut entirely and never open again, so that bastard wouldn't come in.
"No…" she whispered," Don't. No."
She heard the door open and shut. Those heavy footsteps down the stairs. The heavy movement of the red curtain, and there he was. He still wore that black outfit, and it was truly frightening to see his hands wrap around themselves and rub softly against eachother. Those vile dirty ugly things.
Standing with a bowl of something hot, and a large fleece blanket. The blanket looked so soft and warm, giving the idea of warming up in the sun on a beach. And then it hit her…there was a warm smell that made her gulp, and she eyed that bowl of soup with a watery mouth.
"Hungry…? I know"
His voice changed again, and he opened the cage doors. He put down the blanket and he held up that bowl. He took a small spoon and began to stir it, and he lifted a piece of beef up, and then he stirred again, and lifted up a piece of carrot. He stirred more, in a very slow motion, taking his time. Jill recognized that smell. It was Beef Stew. Oh god. It smelled so good.
"I'll make you another deal…" he said, and he smelled the soup, licking his lips and held up the bowl of soup and the blanket," If you want this and this… you'll-"
"Get away from me!" Jill screamed.
"Oh, what…? I was going to do something nice for you, my little mouse, if you'll do something nice for me." His voice changed again.
His voice.
Jill was dazzled by that, and wondered how he did that! It was astounding! He was like one of those voice actors that had a real talent, or gift.
"Get the fuck away from me…"
Then, from that sentence only, the man jumped up and went to her bed and pounced on her. She screamed and his knees pressed down on her legs, almost pinning her completely. Was this going to happen again? With one hand, he held both her wrists down, and with his other hand he was digging around in his pocket, and pulled something out. He sighed and chuckled.
Jill's eyes darted towards to whatever it was. With a sharp gasp, Jill saw that it was the rest of her hair tied up in a white band. It was brushed and neatly tied together. That's when she started to cry. That's where the rest of her hair was, in his pocket, carrying it around like a good luck charm.
Then she started to sob, and she turned her head away from him.
"There's no need to be ashamed. Just think of it as…a golden token. A treasure. A symbol of you. That way I can think of it as carrying you around wherever I go. Sounds beautiful, doesn't it?"
Then he yanked her head towards him, looking into her watery eyes. The man softly brushed her face with it, and she shuddered. It tickled her, and she shook her head back and forth, and it tickled her nose and her forehead. He held her head still, and he brushed it against her lips. Using it was a paint brush. Painting her anguished face. He made his work nice and slow.
Her lips were a soft pink and puffy, and it tickled her so much that it made her whimper. It made her annoyed and angry. Angry so much that she turned her head over and bit his finger. She thought she felt that her teeth sank through, but she wasn't sure. He yelled out and withdrew. He got up and began to suck on his finger, and saw the blood on his finger. He shook his head.
From his pocket, he grabbed a small knife. It was a small knife, but it was sharp, razor sharp. His fingers rubbed against the silver color of the small tool. Jill's world slowed down, and bright lights seemed to flash by her eyes like neon fish. Her stomach went numb. The fear of it all was too much. The man came up to her and softly held her face with both of his hands. His face came close.
His hands become gentle.
"Is this okay?" he asked, and brought the knife to his lips.
His voice changed again to a very low kind of character, to a hushed whisper, almost like speaking to a lover.
"No..! No…! Please, no! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Jill cried out, pressing her head against the pillow, away from him.
"…You… bit me, while I was trying to help you. That wasn't what I had in mind. Or was that a love bite? … And you didn't even hear out my deal. Hm? Maybe you should think before you act…" he held up the knife.
"Please…! Please…! I'll do whatever you want…! No! Stop! No!" she begged.
But he didn't listen and he softly cut her bottom lip. A smooth soft slice down the middle, and he did it without ever missing a cue.
That small burn. It stung, so bad! It was a small line down her bottom lip, and blood started to go down her chin.
Jill screamed out and shook her body from underneath him. He seemed to chuckle to himself and he came closer to her face. Her tongue went over her open lip, and she could feel and taste this slime of flesh and hot blood. She could feel the slit of her lip, and the hot insides on her tongue.
"Please, I'll do whatever you want…!"
"Whatever I want…?"
Jill shook her head. And he got off from her and sat down on her bed. He grabbed her arms and pulled her up, and she wiped her eyes. His voice changed again, and it was softer than what he used before. That voice again. "Kiss me."
