I really do have vivid dreams sometimes....
The first thing I remember is waking up in a dingy, but bright luxury hotel room. I feel woozy and can't focus on much but I remember lots of white decor and red roses in a vase. My arms hurt and I am really really thirsty. I hear a man's voice to my left but can't understand him. As my brain tries to make sense of what is happening, I hear the voice again. "Aye lass, you finally joining the land of the living?" in a thick Scottish accent.
Adrenaline shot through me and I realize my arms were tied above my head, I am on a bed, and am lacking much clothing so I'm very cold. I started to struggle but every movement caused a searing pain in my shoulders. *how long have I been tied up?!?* "Oi quit squirmin or ya may pop a shoulder".
I tried to relax but I was freaking out. When I tried to talk my throat was on fire and I winced. "That's whatcha get fer scremin lik a banshee". I squeezed my eyes shut *This can't be happening*.
I am in a bath washing off. It hurts to move and the soap burns my cuts & scrapes, but I feel so unclean. I was crying but not vocalizing. I had a knot on the back of my head and a busted lip. My eyes still can't focus well, but I know the tiles in the bathroom are turquoise. *what happened?!?*
My captor(?) comes in with a towel and says I've been in there long enough. As I stood to get out the world went sideways and I started to fall. He caught me before I hit anything, "Dun do that, now! Yer no gud to me dead." *What....?*
Its days(?) later and we are arguing. He's yelling at me and calling me a "Numpty". I'm yelling back, we need something other than Ramen Noodles and crisps!!! He's in my face and I finally register his look somewhat but still not clear. I just can't see his features. I know he's older, like later 50's maybe, gray/white hair cut short-ish, and he's tall...VERY tall. He finally concedes and leaves me locked in the room. It's a gorgeous room but its a mess and seems small but not like a back highway motel.
We are having dinner many days(?) later and its nice *wtf*. We are eating on the floor from paper plates but its a steak dinner with wine. Well I had wine he had something whiskey-esque...? His accent got thicker as he drank and he threatened me physically and verbally numerous times, grabbing my wrist roughly and shoving me while calling me all kinds of unsavory things. He was passed out in a chair and I went to the bathroom to put on clothes that weren't Sexy Jammies so that I could escape. I had the keys in my hand and was ready to steal his van. But as I was about to leave I heard a voice scream in my head "Don't!!! He's not far gone enough and he will kill you."
Conflicted, I put the keys down and wandered over to him. He grabbed my neck clumsily and asked why I put trousers on. I croaked out I was cold and he threw me into a wall saying "Ye fecking c**t, yer lucky, damn lucky." and left.
He's hurt, really really hurt and bleeding. I don't know what happened but I'm...worried *WTF*. He was struggling to dress his seeping wounds. I started helping. He screamed at me to "feck off" and I yelled back at him to shut up! So he let me take care of him. After cleaning and dressing his more serious wounds, I was cleaning a gash on his forehead, he angrily asked me why I didn't let him just f**king die. I couldn't answer because I should just let him bleed to death. "I....I don't know."
And that's when he gently touched my face *what?!?*. I could feel him staring at me. I was trying to really focus on the gash and not his piercing gaze. Once I had the butterfly suture things on and bandaged I sat back and realized he was still staring at me. He seemed conflicted...scared and confused, like no one had ever shown him compassion before.
We are lying facing each other in the bed, holding hands. We are clothed and he's still staring and caressing my hair. He kissed me gently on the lips. *gasp* Then on the forehead. "Oh love, I am so so sorry."
That's it....it ended....I woke up to crashing thunder and no power....
The * are my thoughts, not said out loud. Please forgive my weird "Scottish" typing...I'm sure its not accurate but the best I can figure. I think he was conjured from a character in a book I'm reading, although that character isn't a bi-polar abductor just an old angry Scotsman.
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