The Labyrinth of my Mind
It's Wednesday evening, and you know *exactly* where she'll be.
After all, why wouldn't you? You've studied her for *months* by now. Learning her. Entering her mind.
Learning her habits (Pretty routine. This time of night, she's already curled up in her nightgown, watching Netflix and on her second or third glass of wine.)
Studying the security in my apartment (Basic alarm system. Did you know that if you call the security company and sound urgent and authoritative enough, they'll usually just disable the alarm for you? Some excuse about being the building manager and needing to get into the bathroom right the hell now!
and they're tripping over themselves to let you in.)
You've taken studious notes on pretty much every aspect of the girl's life - Her brand of smokes, when she goes for groceries; you know she just broke up with her boyfriend last week and kicked him out. You know every last one of her tells. Over the past few months, you've learned to read her like an open book.
And now, it's time to put all the planning and preparation into action....
The knock on the door is loud, and Alexis jumps slightly. Nobody usually came around this late... Cautiously, she looks through the peephole, when the door is suddenly forced open, shoving her against the wall. She gasps, slightly winded, and the door is slammed shut before she can even grasp the situation.
She flails wildly against the intruder, but her fist lightly bounces off; the stranger doesn't even flinch. Before Alexis can react, large, rough hands are around her throat, and as she struggles to breathe, he smiles cruelly; eyes wandering over her long brown hair, her petite face and frame.... Oh he's going to have plenty
of fun breaking this one...
Alexis' flailing and desperate struggling barely fazes him, however. Even if she wasn't oxygen deprived, there's still a massive difference in size and strength; She lets out a dazed whimper and gets thrown to the ground.
"Please!" Alexis shrieks, "You can take anything you want! I have jewelry upstairs, and my money is in the safe! I'll give you the combination, just please don't kill me!"
Pathetic. Sniveling and sobbing like a baby. Such a weak girl. But all in due time, he muses to himself. Soon she will be saved. Rebuilt. Made better.
But, of course, if you want to rebuild something, you need to break it down first...
His foot presses harshly into the small of her back and she lets out another shriek; calling for somebody! *ANYBODY!* To come save her.
But we both know, deep down, that nobody will come.
The intruder kneels down, sitting on her, pinning her between his thighs. Alexis squirms harder as those same rough hands rip mercilessly through her clothing, then one hand grabs her head and forces it to the side. She tries to struggle, but it's futile at this point. She knows exactly what's happening now - Naked with a stronger in her home? She's going to be raped and killed for sure.
She closes her eyes, awaiting her fate.
It's then that she feels the sharp prick of a needle in her neck.
I know exactly where I am when I awaken - I'm naked and tied in the kitchen; my wrists bound tight to the arms of the chair, legs being held spread, everything feels... Numb. Blissed out. A quick glance to the IV taped to my arm quickly confirms why. My thoughts are slow; sluggish. I try to force myself to remember what just happened, but everything is so hazy.
I remember a bright light, swinging back and forth in front of my face.
I remember feeling warm and relaxed.
I remember talking.... A lot of talking. It's hard to remember what I talked *about,* but it's there.
My eyes flutter as the drugged sleep threatens to overtake me once again, and you grin silently from behind me. Now that I've been prepped, it's time to run me through the labyrinth of my own mind - Making me run, guiding me through twists and turns and dead ends until I reach the single, absolute, truth.
The one most important thing in my life from now on.
Until I reach *you.*