Wild Nights(28)

“I’m tired,” he said. He reached up and turned the light off and clicked off the T.V.

The room was pitch black and silent, except for the sound of him snoring away after a few minutes. I wondered if he lost interest in me because I kissed him back. He probably liked the struggle.

I laid awake most of the night, trying to rack my brain on what I could say or do to get out of that situation. Eventually the fatigue of the day set in, and I was out cold.





CHAPTER 14





“Here, eat this,” he said as he shoved a strip of greasy bacon into my mouth. Grease dripped down the corners of my lips, and I wished more than anything that my hands were free to wipe them.

He held a glass of orange juice up to my lips and forced me to take a sip. I hated orange juice, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. I was just grateful to have some kind of liquid to drink at all. I was beyond parched.

My hands were numb and asleep from being strapped to the bed since the day before. It was ridiculously absurd that I was being fed breakfast by the very man who kidnapped me, but I was thankful just to have food in my stomach. I hoped this was a step towards us seeing eye to eye. He was treating me like a human for once. He couldn’t be all that bad, right?

He finished feeding me the rest of the items on the try, which he’d so lovingly brought to me from the motel’s deluxe continental breakfast, and scooted up next to me back on the bed. He cuddled up to me, his arm under my back, and switched on the T.V. He flipped it to some morning news show, and for the first time in almost a day, things felt somewhat normal. The morning news show reminded me of being at home. I’d always watch it when I got ready for work or on my days off. It served as a nice, yet temporary distraction in that moment.

I tried to ignore his arm around my back as I watched celebrity after celebrity get interviewed and listened to some travel guru’s tips for traveling with kids. None of it mattered, but in that moment, it all served a purpose.

“I really have to pee,” I said to him as I noticed my bladder beginning to ache. It was already past nine in the morning. I hadn’t peed in almost a full day. The orange juice had gone right through me.

“Now?” he asked. He seemed annoyed.

“Yeah, now!” I said. “Unless you want me to pee all over the bed.”

“No, no, no,” he said as he scrambled up. I saw him fishing around on the floor next to the bed and he stood up with a bed pan. He was fucking serious about the bed pan.

“I’m not peeing in that,” I said. “No.”

“It’s your only option right now,” he said. “I’m not untying you just yet.”

My bladder ached and burned, and I was pretty sure I only had another couple minutes before it would burst. I didn’t have time to argue with him.

“You really want me to pee in that?” I said as I glared into his eyes. “You going to wipe me too? Like a fucking baby?”

I could see him growing more and more frustrated at me. He reached into his back pocket and whipped out a knife to cut the duct tape off my wrists. He never let go of me once the entire time. As soon as I was free, I was still his prisoner. He clenched onto my arm and escorted me to the bathroom, which was in the back of the motel room, far away from the door.

I fumbled with my buttons and zipper, as my hands were still numb, and finally got my pants down. He stood in the doorway, taking up the entire space, and watching my every move.

The moment I sat down on the pot, it came gushing out of me like a waterfall. It was the most incredible feeling in the entire world.

“You really did have to go, huh?” he said with his arms crossed as he continued to watch.

I glared up at him, ignoring his comment. I stood up to wipe.

“Where are you going?”

“Um, I’m wiping…”

“Oh, okay,” he said, still blocking the door.

I flushed the toilet and pulled my pants back up.

“Is it okay if I wash my hands?” I asked him.

He grabbed onto the crook of my arm and escorted me to the sink where I washed up. The moment I was done, he marched me back over to the bed, grabbed his duct tape, and tied me back up exactly the way I was. I debated fighting him, but I knew he had an arsenal of weapons hidden around the room. I knew he was a mastermind and had everything figured out. And I knew he’d probably kill me before he let me escape out that door.





CHAPTER 15





“Now, Molly,” he said as he looked me sternly in the eyes. “I’m going to untie you so you can shower and get ready.”

It had been at least 8 hours since I’d last been able to get up and move around. He’d fed me another meal, fast food cheeseburgers and fries, and groped me again in that time span. My living nightmare hadn’t evolved to anything better or worse just yet. I knew it was only the beginning.