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My dark thoughts keep overshadowing it all and I wish they would go away. I’m still feeling a little jittery and can’t seem to get rid of those feelings. I want to tear the skin off my bones because that’s how weird and crazy I’m feeling.
He comes over to me a few moments later, not sure how long it’s been since I was sitting here. I was staring intently outside. This place looks nice enough that I can live here for a while. It’s peaceful and all I want for the foreseeable future is peace or something close to it.
I see there is toast, eggs and sausage on the plate along with a glass of orange juice. He brings a piece of toast to my lips. I want to argue that I’m not hungry since I’m not, but I’m not in the mood to fight with this guy. He’ll most likely make me eat it anyway.
After I chew the toast, he puts some egg and a piece of the sausage onto the fork before feeding me again. I honestly have no idea what his obsession with feeding me is but to each their own, I guess. I hope this isn’t some Hansel and Gretel shit where he’s feeding me just to eat me later. I shudder at the thought.
I have to play along for now since I don’t know what he’s capable of. So far, it’s all been about me but who knows how long that will last. Maybe that’s his thing? One wrong move on my part will set him off or something. I’m dying to ask because I need to know. So, I go ahead and do just that.
“You’re not some psycho who eats people. right?”
“No.”
“I’m not sure I believe you.”
“Then you’ll just have to take my word for it.”
After he’s done making me eat everything on the plate and drink the whole glass of juice, he gets up and goes back to the kitchen. I cuddle back against the pillows, throw the blanket over me and continue to watch the view outside.
“Rest until later. You’ll be getting a visitor soon,” he tells me.
“Who?” I ask.
“You’ll see when he gets here,” he tells me.
“’Kay,” I mumble, hoping that it’s no one sinister. Since I can’t escape from here right now, I’ll have to bide my time and see how it goes. I stay where I am and wait to see what comes next.
Thirty-Two
RAINE
It’s about halfan hour later when this guy’s visitor shows up. By this time, I’m still sitting on the couch, feeling much worse than I was when I first woke up this morning. He goes to open the front door and sure as shit, it needs his fingerprint to open it.
He turns his head to look back at me and I roll my eyes at the asshole. I’m sure there’s a fucking smirk on his face that I can’t see. A moment later, a tall man walks through the door and greets him. He’s an older man, looking like he’s maybe in his late fifties or something. He has on a lab coat over his dress pants and a button-down shirt. I realize that he’s a doctor.
“It’s good to see you again,” the man says to my kidnapper. How? How is it good to see him again when he’s still wearing that stupid mask? I want to ask but keep my mouth shut. No use upsetting anyone. What if this guy is here to kill me and take my body parts or something? That thought causes a shiver to run through my body.
“It’s good to see you again too, Doctor,” the kidnapper says. I’ve decided that’s what I’m going to call him in my head from now on. They both turn to look at me at the same time and I instantly get nervous. I’m not sure what to expect.
“Is this my new patient?” he asks the kidnapper.
“Yes, and she’s feisty so be careful with her,” the kidnapper tells the doctor, and I have to roll my eyes at him. I didn’t get to do shit since there was nothing to do shit with in the first place.
“Hello, Raine, I’m Doctor Daniels. I’m here to oversee your outpatient rehabilitation journey for as long as you need,” he tells me with a warm smile on his face.
“You do know that this guy kidnapped me, right? I’m not here of my own free will,” I snap at him. His facial expression doesn’t change. He looks at me like I didn’t say a damn word.
“Have you been experiencing any kind of symptoms as of late?” he questions with a straight face. I sigh. I might as well get this shit over with. Who knows, maybe once I’m better he’ll let me go.
“I don’t know if these are symptoms or whatever, but my anxiety has been acting up and every time I see this kidnapping asshole, I feel angry and irritable. I’m tired and all my muscles ache,” I tell him.
“Ah, I see. Yes. Those are the first signs of withdrawal. I’m going to give you a pill that will help you reduce the cocaine craving that I’m sure you’re having,” he tells me. I purse my lips because I’m not about to admit that to him.
“Cool,” I say, trying to sound indifferent.
He gives me the pill and my kidnapper hands me a glass of water. I hesitate for a second but then I drink it. I mean, if I die, I die, right? That’s what I really want in the grand scheme of things, isn’t it? The doctor then takes a seat on the other end of the couch before speaking again.
“Let’s discuss a little about what we’ll be doing. How does that sound?” he asks.
