C5 YOU LOVED ANOTHER MAN

If there was anything she was sure about now, was that this wasn’t a nightmare.

Annie had been forced to sit near a bookshelf that was filled with dusted books. Now it seems Annie was able to figure out where the horrible smell was oozing out from, it was coming from the kitchen, from stale food in the pots.

The flies were playing around in the kitchen. The kitchen door was half-opened and she could see—

Everything now!

Her stomach roars again and she remembered she had asked Donald to help out with the breakfast this morning while she hurries out to the mall to pick up what was needed for Karie’s birthday, and now she was kidnapped with a handcuff that would not let go of her and the master of the chain, she still wonders what he wanted from her.

Her thought was gaining momentum when Thomas burst into the sitting room from the back door. “I can see your strength is returning, eat your food or you die.” He taunted her with his widened eyes that reveals large eyeballs.

Annie looked around; she never noticed a plate of food was kept by her side. Suddenly her eyes fell on the food, and she felt like vomiting. It was scanty rice on a dirty plate and a bone of chicken that got small flesh hanging on it.

Feeding a dog?

Annie glared at him and nodded her head mutely in anguish. She felt the handcuff behind her on her wrists again. Thomas had refused to bring her hands forward for fear she might escape. Then can she eat if she wanted? The fool standing before her needs to be asked, she thought.

She felt deprived of her right, the right to freedom. As a lawyer, she knew this wasn’t right and Thomas should know this too. Everything was just wrong, everything—

What she fears most now was not to be raped by Thomas, who had not taken his eyes away from her exposed breasts ever since he walked inside his little apartment. Annie couldn’t cover her breasts because her hands were handcuffed behind her.

She lifted her eyes to the ceiling board above her and saw a lot of bold letters of foul words, and on the wall, she saw images of sex between a male and female. Now, she wondered how Thomas had deteriorated.

He wasn’t looking good, his mustache looked not cut for days and he smells bad too. She knew no perfume could take that body odor away from him. He was a tall guy with broad shoulders but wasn’t looking healthy. He looked like someone who had neglected himself for the past few months. Instead of eating well, he smokes and drinks too much alcohol which makes his breathing foul and looks, threatening.

Thomas was suspended from law school, he had never been a serious person and now, she is here with him.

“Thomas what do you want from me.” She steadied her eyes on Thomas and then on the bare floor she had been forced to seat, “You still have not told me, why you brought me here or why you killed, Muller?” She kept her furious eyes on him as she waited for him to respond.

Thomas laughed and rubbed on his long and twisted mustache, “Two questions in one, which one do you want me to answer first? Well, let me save you the stress. Muller was killed because he was a betrayer and for you, when I am done with you, you will know.”

Done with me?

Annie could sense what he was thinking!

Was he thinking of rape?

She fought the thought out of her head with her eyes closed. But when Thomas spoke again, she knew her thoughts were not far from it.

“I love you Annie, but you choose to love another man. You killed me Annie, the day you turned down my proposal.” He struggled to express himself in lovely words. He knew he was never used to it.

Annie was shocked; shocked to believe what she was hearing. She stared at the open beer bottles before Thomas, he had been drinking and now the bad smell in the little sitting room was been engulfed by smells of fresh alcohol.

The redness in his eyes was a sign he was drunk already, “I never found true love ever since you refuse me and now we are here together—just me and you, the two of us.” The way he said those words got Annie scared to her bones. She sucked her lips nervously and then allowed odd thoughts to crawl on her skin for a while before she looked away.

Thomas said those words in a way that made a chill crawl through Annie's spine.

She felt something was about to happen but could not place it.

She struggled to remove the handcuff but the pain still hurts. Anguish spread on her face, for the thought that she was trapped got her feeling bad.

What is he thinking?

She could see his eyes all over her now, creeping from her buttocks to her breasts and there was no telling her she knew what was going to happen next!

What is he going to do?

Her thoughts had started piling up now, but suddenly dashed to the bottom of her mind when she saw Thomas walking towards her and then started opening the buttons of her dress, and then she felt his hands with unkempt fingernails on her bra and then on her breasts. She closed her eyes in distaste, she can‘t believe this was going to happen to her.

Rape!

The word rape was like an arrow between her thighs, she closed her eyes in shock as her body vibrated in response to Thomas's hands around her breasts. “Don’t you touch me,” she shouted at him trying to bite his hands off her breasts.

“You got lovely shaped breasts, Annie. I was just thinking, we could—”