Eluded by Lyra Parish

my
head. I threw the dress on the floor, and it crumbled into a
heap.
    "Now, the rest."
    My breathing increased, and I
couldn't think straight. I hesitated again, and when I did, he
rushed to me. With a tight fist, the panties were ripped from my
body. The little string that held the bra together in the front was
snapped with another rip, and within moments, I was standing
completely naked in front of him. The skin where the bra and
panties were ripped throbbed, and I knew there were welts. Hair
fell in my face as I looked down. He tucked it behind my ear and
grabbed my chin with a tight grip, forcing me to look into his
eyes.
    "I fancy you, Lauren," he said, as
my breasts filled his icy hands. "I think you're beautiful." His
mouth went to my nipple and then to the other. He flicked them with
his tongue and sucked them until they were rock hard. "I don't want
to hurt you," he whispered, then kissed between my breasts. Then he
grabbed my waist with a tight grip, his fingers digging into my
sides. He pulled me closer to his body until I could feel him . "But if I fucking have to hurt you, I will. Do you
understand?"
    "Yes," I said with a meek voice,
scared for my life and humiliated again.
    Would today be the day that I
died?
    He ran his fingers through my
hair, and I leaned into his touch, pretending to enjoy it. He
wrapped my hair around his fist and jerked my head, forcing me to
stare into his empty eyes. "You don't want to disobey me, do
you?"
    "I don't. I want to make
you happy," I lied, but he ate it and swallowed it down like the
truth as a moment passed between us. Once he was satisfied with my
answer, he slowly released his tight grip of my hair, but I stayed
in position, staring up into his cold eyes that haunted
me.
    "Do you know what would make me
happy?"
    I shook my head. Derrick grabbed
my hand, interlocked his fingers with mine, and led me down the
hallway. All the walls were white, along with the carpet. Pictures
of himself hung on the wall, and as he pulled me along, I looked at
each one. Self-loathing bastard. Cold glares reflected from each
picture. As I continued to study each one, I noticed they were all
of him but a few. Those were of women with the same human-less
stare in their faces. Each had dark hair, was skinny, and genuinely
pretty . . . just like all the women that he captured. Maybe they
were past girlfriends? Wives? Family?
    He continued to drag my naked body
forward, through another hallway, and down a staircase. We were in
a building, or an extremely large house, I couldn't quite tell. The
windows had bars over them though, so I knew there was no escaping
through them. Seeing that deflated me just a little and knocked me
back to reality. I hoped the only way I would be leaving wasn't
through death. With the strong grip he had on my hand, and the way
he captured women, I realized I might be here for quite a
while.
    We walked down several flights of
stairs until we were on the main floor. With wide eyes, I looked at
my surroundings. The living room was completely black. Black walls,
carpet, and furniture filled the room. The only light came from the
chandeliers that hung from the twelve-foot ceilings, but the walls
seemed to absorb the brightness, just as Derrick absorbed
happiness.
    He dragged me through the living
room, down a black hallway, until we arrived at a door at the end.
From his pocket, he pulled a blindfold and tied it around my eyes.
Now, it didn't matter if there was light, because I only saw dark,
the same color as the walls.
    Metal clanked against metal, and I
knew he had a set of keys. Click. Click. The door creaked
open, and I waited to hear something, anything, but there was
nothing. For a moment I was confused, until he pushed me down onto
a soft bed with fluffy pillows. I waited. It seemed like eternity
passed before I felt bare skin next to mine. Lightly, he brushed
his fingers over my breasts, and I didn't know someone so evil
could be gentle. He trailed his way down to my