Danica

Next day I don't eat a single thing he sent me.

"Hey! LET. ME. GO." I say looking at the ceiling where I know there's a camera. He doesn't a say damn word. He hasn't since yesterday.

"HEY DIPSHIT" I scream. "I know you are listening to me"

So much for being calm. I'm losing my mind here.

I throw the tray on floor, spilling all the condiments.

I'm so done. I feel scared and angry.

I'm glad I'm not raped or tortured but why am I being caged? What have I done? I never bothered anyone. Never really talked to anyone except while working.

Is he related to THAT monster?!

My heartbeat increases and I scream.

"NOOO! I CAN'T GO THROUGH IT AGAIN! LET ME GOOOOO" I am shouting and crying. Even remembering it makes me shiver. I feel that monster's hands on my body. I close my eyes, making myself remember it wasn't my fault.

I pick up the chair and throw it against the door. Chair just hits it and falls down, not even leaving a scratch behind.

I hold my hair tightly in both of my hands, feeling the blood pump in my veins. I am going crazy.

"I WON'T LET HIM TOUCH ME AGAIN! DO YOU HEAR ME?!" I scream picking up the chair and smashing the television it. "DO YOU HEAR ME?! I'M NOT 12 ANYMORE!"

I start throwing books down from bookshelf.

"I won't let him touch me again" I repeat again and again. I throw the clock against the wall. I look at the smashed glass from television. I walk through the mess I created and pick up that piece.

I put it against my wrist, it still has the marks from my last and only attempt.

"Hey dipshit! Either let me go or I would just go from this world" Even though my hands are trembling while holding it, my voice is confident.

The gas immediately starts filling my room and I give out a non-humouress laugh.

"You dipshit" I mutter as my eyes start closing and let go of the glass from my hand. I just wanted to scare him with this stunt, I wouldn't have done it honestly because I told someone I won't die. I just don't remember who it was.

I hear a loud noise, I try to keep my eyes wide open but I'm losing conscious. In hazy state I see the door opening. I try to see who entered but my legs give out. As I'm about to fall, I'm caught by someone.

Is it my saviour or the kidnapper?

Before I can see the person's face it all goes black.

Vesper's Interlude:

I catch her before she falls and hurts herself. I am wearing a mask to avoid the gas. I pick her up in my arms and carefully lay her down on the bed. She isn't going to get up for 4-5 hours now. I press the button on remote and the gas inflow stops.

I inspect her hands and wrists for any kind of injury. I sigh with relief when I find none. I tried to reach before she could hurt herself.

She told me she wouldn't die.

I will make sure she abides by that. Her life is precious to me. She doesn't remember me but I do. I haven't been able to forget her since the moment we met. Even after 6 years when I saw her again, I knew it in first glance that I wouldn't let her go again. She looked so lonely. So I took her.

I never meant to harm her. I do think I probably shouldn't have tied her in chains at first. That was literally too much. Covering her with a sheet, I start cleaning up her room.

Don't want her to mistakenly hurt herself.

I pick up the books and start arranging them in bookshelf. She touched them, even in anger, she did. I place every book carefully back to it's place. Trying to sense her touch.

When I was picking these books, I was just thinking about her. What different genres she might like? Well I didn't know her preference. I'm not a stalker duh.

I look back at her and smile. She's adorable.

My mood immediate shifts as I remember what she was saying during her fit. Someone hurt her. My heart instantly fills with rage. There was no mention of that in the reports I had of her. That means it was never reported or covered up very nicely. I touch the seashell tattoo on my wrist and take a deep breath.

I will find out who hurt her and make that person wish he wasn't born.

I again look at her to calm myself. Her face reminds me of hope, that there's something good in this world.

My Dani

I clean up her whole room. Who would have imagined a good-looking billionaire brat moping the floor. I scoff. This would probably be published in the front page of newspaper in bold letters and trending everywhere while all major issues collect dust in the back. Stupid people. I wish they used their brains a bit more.

Well only Dani can make me do it.

Replacing her television and wall clock. I look around. The room is back to it's pristine condition. I gaze at Dani. She can trash the room as many times as she wants but she shouldn't hurt herself. I know she is angry with me. For keeping her here. But I want to understand her, talk to her, tell her everything without the interruption of world.

Just me and her.

But I wouldn't keep her locked here forever. I know she wants to see the world. We can do it together. I just need her to trust me first.

Once her simple words, gave me purpose. I want to tell her what I have done and I would never betray her. I sit beside her on the bed, keeping distance between us. I don't want to touch her without her permission and until she is comfortable. Even looking at her is heaven.

She is the goodness.

I don't really believe in God but I think she was made to be my salvation. She's my saviour. She saved me from myself, my rage, giving me a direction.

Vesper's Interlude ends.

Danica

I sigh as I look at the yellow ceiling. I again woke up in this room. I miss outside world. I want to feel the grass underneath my feet, fresh breeze on my face, sky full of stars and moon. I miss it.

There are many things that I don't miss but nature, I surely do. I sit on the bed and stretch my arms. As I look around, I see the mess I created is cleaned. The Television is replaced with new one, all the books and CDs are in the bookshelf, new clock is hanging on the wall. Everything is back at it's place.

"You cleaned all this" I state looking at the ceiling corner where I know cameras are situated.

I walk over to the table. There's two trays on it. One has food and other has a pink carnation, a note and an envelope. I pick up the note and open it.

Dani,

I don't know which monster you are talking about. I'm not related or working for him. I assure you, I do not work for anyone. I only kill people who are guilty of heinous crimes. The proof is in envelope. If you want me to take out the man who did you wrong. You just need to tell me his name. I usually do a lot of research before taking out those criminals but for that man, your word is all I need.

I do not want to hurt you. I have always wanted to protect you. You are my person, my hope.

-Yours Vesper.

I put the note down. I don't know what to think. Is he speaking the truth? Will he really do that?

I shake my head and pick up the A4 size envelope. I open it and there's some files in it. As I study them, I realize it's a file of one of the criminals, a rapist.

I heard about this case in a news few years ago. This criminal wasn't convicted because most of his victims died, by suicide. So the evidence against him was circumstantial and he was let go. I felt so much rage at that time. When his pictures were published in Newspaper he didn't even look guilty.

In the end, there's a photo attached to the file. I look at it and gasp in surprise.

The same criminal's dead body's photograph.

I immediately put it down.

I gulp and look around. I feel a sense of relief for that criminal is gone from this world, a good riddance but I'm scared too knowing what my kidnapper is capable of. But I haven't done anything wrong and he wrote he wouldn't hurt me.

What if he is lying?

But what if he is telling the truth? I have heard he is very rich. So he can probably take out that monster.

With shaky hands I pick up the glass of water, my mind all confused. The glass falls down from my hand on the floor, breaking into pieces.

My tears start leaking my eyes as I look at the broken pieces.

"Why? Why? Why it has to be me?" I cry. Not just for this situation I am in but for everything that happened in my past. And why this kidnapper of mine is giving me hope that I can get the justice.

I put my legs up, wrapping my hands around them and keeping my face on my knee. I cry out my heart, remembering everything.