So now I think I am going crazy. I keep seeing shadows on the walls and I wouldn't doubt if I was crazy because I have sitting the basement for over two weeks. I had nowhere to go to the bathroom or throw and I guess you should know what happens. I heard the door to the basement and saw that Michael was coming down the steps. I let out a whimper because he never came down the steps and when he was leaving food or water it was next to the door.
He looked around as he neared the bottom of the steps and I took this time to hide in the shadows. I tripped Michael on the last step and fell forward. I didn't waste in anytime in racing up the steps and out the basement door. I ran into the kitchen and blanked. I had in the basement for two weeks and already forgot where the rooms and the exits were.
I heard footsteps racing up the steps they sounded furious. I whimpered again and panicked looking around and quickly went into a drawer for a knife. I pulled it out in front of me.
Michael stood in the entryway of the kitchen and stopped and stared at me and the knife.
"Stay away from me!" I growled at him, my voice sounded hoarse.
"Emma put the knife down," I heard him say in a muffled voice because of the mask.
"You said you loved me and then you raped me only to me nice shower me in gifts and when I ask you one question you-"I cu myself off as I dropped he knife and placed a hand over my mouth and raced over to a sink where I got sick violently. I dry heaved for a few moments and it sucked. It really did.
I rinsed out the sink and my mouth when I was done. I felt dizzy and weak. I leaned against the counter.
"I don't have control of my body you know," Michael said this time his mask was off. I shook my head and said, "You sicken me."
"Emma I am telling the truth," he snapped at me and I jabbed a finger in his chest yelling," you don't get to tell a me and tell what I should and shouldn't think is the truth after all you did to me!"
His face softened as did his eyes and he place his hand over the one that I had on his chest and said, "when I was seven a man cursed me and said that in order to break the curse I would have to kill everyone who came to my house and everyone I have a blood relation to."
I stood there still silent waiting for him to continue. He sighed and took my hand in his entwining our fingers and I was unwillingly pulled out of the kitchen into the living room and up the stair where he led me into his room and into the bathroom.
"I'll tell you the rest after you take a shower."
I only nodded being in the tired and pregnant estate as I was and turned on the water making sure the heat was all the way up. I was so cold it wasn't funny.
Michael left the bathroom and didn't come back in so I turned on the shower making sure the heat was all the way up. I shimmed out of my clothes that I had to wear for the weeks I had been down stairs.
I got in the shower and cried softly to myself asking myself what I had gotten myself into. I felt the muscles in my back loosen and the sore and ache subside.
I washed my whole body from head to toe at least seven times and turned off the water when it turned cold. When I got out I found a towel waiting for me on the sink. I wrapped the towel around my self-making sure to dry everything off thoroughly and quickly. I walked out wrapped in the towel and didn't see Michael anywhere so I walked out of the bed room and into the room that he claimed to be 'my' room but I don't even want to call anything in this house mine.
I walked into the bedroom closing and locking the door behind me before I crossed the room and to the closet where I opened it and found a night gown. I pulled it on and walked over to a white dresser opening it to find underwear. I pulled out a pair and pulled that on too.
I unlocked the door and slipped into bed. I thought I would never sleep in a bed again and now that I am I wouldn't give it up for the world. I unconsciously rubbed the small bump that had formed on my stomach. I heard my door opened and closed my eyes and pretended that I was asleep. I didn't want to stare at the monster that had done so much to me.
I felt a cloth cover my nose and mouth and I struggled against it only to find my eyes droop and my mind went black…

I awoke in a dark room. I was tied to a chair. I felt like I had to throw up I tried getting up out of the chair but the bonds around my wrists were tied to the chair and the chair was bolted to the floor. A trash can was held in front of my face and I emptied the contents of my stomach. A cloth whipped my face and I heard struggling and clanking of chains trying to be ripped apart.
Lights came on in the room and I saw Michael who was struggling to get out of the chair. HI gaze was on the cuff links that were latched onto his wrists. They seemed like heavy chains.
"Michael," an all too familiar voice said. Dr. Loomis appeared.
Michael looked in the direction he heard the voice in as did I. It was to my left where Michael was sitting and I saw as Loomis held a gun towards Michael saying, "What have you done Michael?"
Michael just tilted his head to the side indicating he heard what Loomis had said, but he didn't know what he meant.
"Why did you corrupt Emma, Michael?!" Loomis yelled at Michael and fired the gun at his leg and blood soaked through the cloth.
I whimpered and Loomis spun towards me and said, "Ah, Emma I see you have wakened up."
I only groaned my head was still spinning and the sight of the blood that was coming out of Michaels wound was making me sick. I was usually okay with this kind of disturbing thing, but ever since I became pregnant I just can't.
"Do you know what you have done to this child, Michael?" Loomis looked back and forth between me and Michael.
"Michael," I croaked and his head snapped towards me. His eye filled with regret and sadness.
"She's-"Loomis tried, but I heard the braking of chains and Michael was up and free. It was like him hearing me say his name was all the strength he needed.
Michael shoved Loomis into a wall and took out a knife out of nowhere and raised it above his head.
"Michael leave him be," I sobbed this was all too much for me. First getting rapped next being kept in a basement for over two weeks only to come up and have Michael feed me lies and then after having my first shower in a long time I was kidnapped. I wanted to scream, I wanted to yell, and I wanted to run away from everyone and everything just to escape for a while if possible longer than a year.
Michael walked over to me and tugged the ropes lose my wrists raw from the rope burn. I pushed him away from me as soon I was free from the chair and ran out of the room. The men waiting outside the door look at me and I said, "Just keep him away from me."
They didn't have time to reply as the door was kicked down and then they were dead. I raced around not knowing the place.
"Emma! Emma stop running!" I heard Michael yell after me, but I wouldn't stop. I wouldn't give up. I won't stop trying to escape this hell whole. Michael has brought out the fear in me that I never had. I was scared of him killing my child.
I found the exit and was several feet away. I never dared to turn around afraid to see how much room there was left between that monster and me.
I pushed open the door and into a blinding light. I shielded my eyes and blinked furiously trying to get my sight back. It took a few minutes. Minutes I didn't have. I looked around and saw I was in a court yard that was surrounded by brick walls. I let out a sob and looked around at the other doors and looked in the window to see Michael standing in front of one of them.
I shook my head slowly and a tear escaped my eye. I wouldn't go through that again. That was torture. Michael thinks he knows everything about me he doesn't he brings back these haunting memories that I had locked away for so many years.
I raced forward, my legs feeling like jelly because I had not used them in so long. I ran for the door to my left only to find it locked. I heard a door open and turned around slowly to see the door next to the window that Michael was at closing. I started to run again this time for the next door and found that one to be locked.
I raced to the next one. Locked. I took in several shaky breaths as I rested my forehead on the door. I knew he was standing behind me now. I had nowhere to run…no way to run to my escape.
"Are you going to kill me?" I asked him without bothering to turn around.
"No," his voice was husky…not muffled.
I turned around and saw that his mask was off. The Michael I fell in love with the first time was radiant in front of me.
"Then why? Why starve me? Why rape me? Can't you just leave me alone?!" I yelled the last part as I felt my blood boil.
"Emma there are some things I am not able to explain. Something's you will find absurd and disturbing. I can't change who I am. I was cursed to be a monster. I am a killing machine and I did those things to you because I had no choice!" He yelled at me as he started pacing.
"Everyone has a choice Michael! You can either flow with the bad or fight against it!" I yelled at him.
"So why don't you fight against me! I saw you killing innocent people with me! Fight against the bad Emma!" he yelled his face pale his eyes filled with wild fire.
I didn't know what to say back. He sighed and rubbed his face with his hand and said, "If you don't fight than why bother running?"
I didn't answer him and he took a giant step forward which caused me to flinch back by instinct and my back smacked against the locked door.
"Emma why are you running from the good me? Why aren't you running from the bad side of me?" he asked me.
I was confused he wants me to be with him when his good side is out and wants to play, but wants me to run from his bad side even though neither side has killed me yet.
I didn't realize his body was flushed up against mine until he cupped my face in his hands.
"Stay with me Emma. I won't hurt you," Michael begged and to be honest I felt myself saying yes so that's exactly what I did find myself saying.
"Fine," I said with an exasperated sigh I bit my lip forgetting the fright that consumed my body.
Michael smiled and said, "I do love you Emma."
"You can say that all you want Michael, but you will have to earn back what we had before," I told him and he immediately smiled saying, "I will take what I can get."
"Oh and one more thing," I told him and he tilted his head with a confused expression on his face.
"I'm pregnant," I told him and his eyes widened in fear.