Forced Paradise

Caught

I was staring at the light grey wall, perplexed, scared, lost. My mind was empty, I could hear a buzzing sound in my head. I was devoid of any thoughts because that situation wasn't part of my expectations. I didn't know how, where, what to do next.

A wall. Really? Was it for protection? So high? In the middle of, what I can assume was, nowhere?

No, it was to keep something in. Me. I must be selfish to think that I was so important that someone thought it was appropriate to have high as fuck walls to just keep a loser in. But judging by my current knowledge of the situation, it did seem like that.
I was a prisoner in this place. But there is no place where there would be just 4 walls. There had to be an entrance and an exit. I was going to find it.

I don't know how long I've been staying there, on my knees in front of the wall, zoned out because I didn't hear any footsteps coming in my direction.

I came back to reality when I felt a hand touching my right shoulder gently. Having no time to react, I had to focus my attention to the words that followed.
"Had a good run? You must be exhausted. Let's go back now." was what that calm, silky, hypnotic voice said.
It was the same voice I've heard 3 times before. The memories flashed in my mind "Nice try. But I suggest you stop struggling." "Shhh. Rest. Don't fight it" " Good morning, Emily.."

It was him. My captor. The man with those gorgeous deep blue eyes. The monster who was playing with me. The same monster who was going to kill me.
I tensed up immediately and carefully, without turning my head, I tried to look at the presence near me. He was still wearing that same dark blue suit with dark brown shoes.

I gulped, nervously and in a blink of an eye, forced myself to stand up and bring some distance between me and him. I had to be able to see his face and body from afar...so I could prevent any of his attacks.

I stood up, turned around and groaned from the pain in my legs. They hurt like hell. I couldn't sit straight so I bent down, with my hands on my knees desperate for this pain to subside. I was still facing the man.

"Woah, carefully there. Let me help you." was all he said as he tried to approach me with concern on his face.

"Get...get away from me!" I replied aggressively as I put my hands in front of me as protection.

"Emily..-" he started before I interrupted him suddenly  "Let me out of here." I said to him with visible anger, frustration and fear on my face. It was a dumb expression born from desperation and pure fear.

He avoided my request "Let's discuss this first while we'll be having breakfast. You must be starving."

He must be right. I hadn't thought about my stomach when I was preparing to fight for my life. But now when he mentioned it, I was indeed starving. My stomach, thankfully, didn't groan as it seemed to have realised food wasn't my main concern.

"I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm going home. And you're going to let me out." I avoided his proposition in return. Those were the basic words you say as a victim. And I wanted to make myself clear.

He replied shortly after, still piercing me with his azure eyes. "I can't do that, Emily. I want to help you. You're exhausted, hungry and injured." He referred to the scratches on my arms, neck and face I got from branches while I was running for my life.

"That's none of your concern. " I replied stubbornly, not backing down. "I am not going-" was all I said before I saw him sighing loudly and approaching me.
I unintentionally gulped and started stuttering "Wh-what are you doing?!" and got no response in return.

I started stepping in the opposite direction, but was lost in his now slightly angry and determined eyes. He was approaching me fast.

In the last second, I tried running but was stopped by arms firmly grabbing my waist and my right forearm.