He's crazy

Life was completely different. it was never going to be the same. After he dragged me to the basement, he tied me to a pole. He smiled down at me. he turned and picked up a mallet. “Now. Listen carefully.” He said, his cool voice speaking in the tone I'd always loved.  “If you hadn’t moved when i told you not to, i wouldn’t have had to do this.” He grinned. I cried. “N-no. Please don’t. "He lifted the mallet high above my leg. “N-NO!” I screamed. The mallet smashed down onto my leg. I screamed in pain. He chuckled. “I like that. Lets do it again.” He lifted the mallet above my other leg. i cried more. “P-pl-please….no…” He laughed. He brought the mallet down. I closed my eyes waiting for pain. No pain. i opened my eyes. He smiled down at me. “What? You really thought i was gunna do it again?” He laughed. I exhaled in relief. He crouched down and poked my leg. i cringed in pain. He chuckled. “So. Are you wiling to listen now?” I looked at him through tears. I nodded. He grinned. “Well, what i was trying to explain to you earlier is that, you aren’t leaving. I felt tears stream down my cheeks. “Ever. You are going to stay here. With me.” He smiled. The tears kept falling. He frowned. “You should be happy.” He said slowly. You faked a smile. “I-I am…See?” He grinned and gated your chin between his finger and thumb. “Don’t lie to me. Unless you really do want me to break your other leg.” He put the mallet next to my face. “N-no. No. Really. I-I’m happy.” He looked you in the eye. He shrugged. “Alright.” He said standing up. He headed for the stairs. “W-wait! Are just gunna leave me like this?” He turned around smiling. “Yeah.” with that he walked up the stairs and left you sitting there on the cold floor, with a broken leg. 

The next day

He walked down the stairs a tray in his hands. I look up at him. He sits on the floor next to me. The tray is covered in food. Food. You thought. Finally. He takes a spoon and digs it into something that looks like mashed potatoes, but covered in melted cheese. He takes a spoonful and raises it to your mouth. “Open up, hun.” I open my mouth slightly. He slips the spoon in and i close my mouth. He smiles and pulls the spoon out. I stare at him. He chuckles. “Well swallow. Its not like i put glass in it.” my eyes widen. He laughs. “I didn’t! i swear.” You swallow. It is potatoes. covered in cheese. I look up at him amazed. He smiles. “Its good, huh?”  he lifts another spoonful to my lips. “Go on.”  

An hour later.

He picks up the tray and brings it to table. He pulls something out of his pocket. A pocket knife. He opens it and leans down in front of me. My eyes widen. He grins. He sits himself down in front of you. “Now, if you move. I will break your leg.” He leans forward. I close my eyes. I feel his hands touch my wrists. He cuts the wire wrapped around them. I think about running. But remember that ,other than having a broken leg, he said he’d brake my other one. I staid still. When the wire was finally cut, he picked me up and carried me up the stairs. He took me into the living room and sat me on the couch. He gave me a very serious look. “Stay.” he said loudly. he left the room and went up a flight of stairs. I sat still not wanting to trigger any pain in my leg. He came back down with a box. He set the box down on the coffee table and sat next to me. He went to grab something out of the box, but stopped. He looked down at my leg. He looked back up and rummaged through the box. “How is it?” He asked quietly. I looked down at my leg. I frowned and felt tears slide down my cheeks, remembering last night. He looked up at you with an annoyed look. “Well, i wouldn’t have done if you had just listened.” he said angrily. I didn’t want to believe it, but i knew a way, he was right. I wiped my cheeks with my shirt. He went back to digging through the box. “Does it still hurt?” He said quietly. You looked at him. “Yes. Like hell.” You answered bluntly. He blushed and looked down at the ground. A look of pure shame crossed his face. He felt bad? But…He did it on purpose… The look disappeared. He pulled a hair brush out of the box.   TO BE CONTINUED..........