Stop that? How could he possible expect her to stop, and what was his fascination with her skin? His head is obviously diseased! Of course his strong hold on my wrist does limit my options. Lily thought for a minute, weighing her choices.
"Fine. Then tell me why you hold me a prisoner here and who you are!" Might as well try and get him to talk to me, now that I know he can talk?! She strained to see his face, but somehow he managed to still keep his face in the darkness.
He replied, matter-of-factly like it should make perfect sense to her, but it didn't. Help me? By tying me naked to a bed? Remember what exactly? I have no idea who you are. If I could just see your face. Though, I've never seen anyone your size before.
"Where are the other villagers? My parents?" Lily wanted answers, and since he seemed to be in a talking mood now, why not ask him. She listened to his response. He lost someone he loved, and I must some how remind him of her. She was starting to feel sorry for him. No! Do not feel sorry for him! He killed everyone you knew . . . He killed your parents! Destroyed your home! If I ever get out of here, I will kill you! Lily had never thought of killing anyone, killing was a sin. Where did that thought come from? Her thought process was interrupted by his baritone voice. Lily tried to listen to his explanation, but he was obviously disturbed. He spoke of some other woman as if they were the same, but this woman he described was so different from her. Evil, uncaring and ungodly.
"You talk as though I am some kind of God . . . You are wrong, there is only one true God. He has no reason to deceive me and if he did, I am certain it is because he wills it. There is always a reason and it is not my place to question it, only accept it. I think it is you who are trying to deceive me. You claim that we know each other in some past life, but you hide your face from me. You claim to want to help me and that I am not a prisoner, yet you have taken my clothes and tied me here. I do not believe that I would have ever consorted with someone who hates God so much!" That's right . . . tell him what you think of him. Show him he made a big mistake taking you. Show him you are not afraid of him! He's laughing again! Why does he keep doing that? If I were untied, he wouldn't be laughing then! God! There are those thoughts again. Please forgive me! This man, David, disturbed her. He some how knew what she was thinking. In league with the Devil, himself no doubt! "If you intend to keep me here, may I at least cover myself? It is indecent for me to be naked, in front of a man who is not my husband!" She noticed that this comment only succeeded in causing him to look at her body again.
Lily was relieved when he removed his hand from her wrists. Perhaps he planned on allowing her to be covered. That thought was quickly dashed when his hand returned, this time to run along her torso. The contact was gentle, amazing and even though her mind told her to scream at him for touching her, she couldn't deny the electric charge it sent through her. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. Was this what it was like when a husband touched his wife? It cannot possibly be. He is not your husband, and he is not a believer! Then why is it so familiar? Do you remember something? His voice filled the air again, as he suggested she get some sleep and swore to keep her safe. He again voiced his hope that she would remember this so-called real life. Lily watched as he returned to the window and turned his back to her. After watching him for several hours, silently she could no longer keep her eyes open. Sleep claimed her for the night.