It seems like forever since I last saw you, even though you've only been gone since the night before last. That night you just vanished without a trace. No explanation. No clues left behind. You were just gone.
I was sure that you had left me. I certainly would not blame you. Oh, Ana... I have not always been the best man for you. At the beginning, I took advantage of you to fulfill my own selfish desires, but since then you have brought so much more into my life. You have taught me what real love is all about. You have given me so much. Far more than I ever could repay, but now someone has taken you from me. I'm sure of it.
Last night, without you at my side, I woke up in a cold, cold sweat. The dream felt so real. Like a thief in the night, I saw him take you away. Your captor I could not identify, but the frightened look in those beautiful eyes of yours I will never forget. In my dream, he takes you somewhere to a place I've never seen. I remember seeing the old wooden chair in an otherwise empty room.
He forces you to sit. You demand to know what he plans to do with you, but he does not answer. Your heart skips a beat when you see the thick white ropes in his hand. From behind you, he pulls your arms back and places your hands together behind the back of your chair. You can then feel the nylon rope being tightly wrapped around your tender wrists, as your heart continues to race.
Once he has secured your wrists with the first rope, he moves to the front of your chair and gets down on one knee with another. I remember how he put his hands on your calves so that he can place your feet together as closely as possible. You warn him that he will never get away with this, as you helplessly watch him begin to tie the rope around your ankles. He continues to ignore you as he double knots the rope that now keeps both of your feet tightly bound together.
He says he needs to leave, but that he will soon return to you. He has the audacity to suggest that you think about all the good times you had when you were together with him while he's gone. He insists that you and he were meant to be together. You demand to be untied, but he says that he's only doing this for your own good. You beg him to let you go, but the old devil will pay no heed.
Before he leaves, you see him remove the red bandanna from his pocket. You plead with him to come to his senses, but he will have none of it. Instead, he casually walks to the back of your chair, as he rolls up the bandanna while stretching it out from side to side. You can't believe this is happening to you. When he holds the rolled up bandanna just inches from your lips, you rightfully declare that I will have him killed once I find out what he has done to you.
Those are the last words you manage to say. Your lips and tongue can feel the fabric of the red bandanna when he forces the middle of it deep inside your mouth before tying both ends of the bandanna behind your head. While he is tying your gag into place, you stare straight ahead with your entire life seemingly flashing before your very eyes in those brief seconds, and I'm sure you are shuddering at the thought of what he ultimately plans to do with you. After he has tied your gag, he is still standing behind you. He places his hands on your shoulders and whispers into your left ear that he loves you before he begins kissing you on the neck. Just before he walks out the door and leaves you there bound and gagged, he warns you not to try and get loose while he's gone for you will only make the knots to your bindings that much tighter. The door closes. You are now alone.
Instinctively, you test the tightness of the ropes around your wrists and ankles to see if you have any hope of getting loose. However, your inability to escape only heightens the sensation of helplessness and panic, causing you to struggle harder and harder, but it's no use. The more and more you strain against your bonds the tighter and tighter the rough nylon ropes feel against your soft skin. You gradually lose hope, and become resigned to your own fate. You wonder if you and I will ever be together again.
This is the point of the dream that is most vivid to me. You begin trying to scream out for help, but your feminine voice is effectively muffled by the gag in your mouth, which draws more of my attention to the look of helplessness and despair in those pretty blue eyes of yours. You begin to wildly thrash and writhe against the ropes keeping you so tightly bound, knowing that those ropes are the only things now keeping you from rushing back home to me where you belong. Ever since the dream, I simply cannot get this image of you out of my head.
I don't know where you are, Ana, but trust me. I know you are in some sort of danger right now. The dream I had is all too real. It has to be a premonition. Someone from your past is determined to keep you as his own. How dare he hold you against your will! You were so right about something I heard you say in my dream. He will never get away with this. Not if I have anything to do about it.
Please don't give up hope. You and I both know that it's not supposed to end like this. It is you and I who were meant to be together forever. Ever since the dream, I can't sleep. I can't eat. The only thing on my mind is you. I want so badly to come to your rescue. I simply cannot bear the thought of anybody doing you harm. I am coming for you, Ana. I love you, and I won't stop looking until I find you, even if it means I must give up my very own life.