I can still remember it clearly - that night when a precious
thing was taken from me.
I was walking down a dark alley one rainy Friday night on
my way home. I decided to take that alternate route to avoid the extremely
busy streets of the city. I wanted to take a hot shower and snug into the blanket
so badly after a long day at work. A dim, flickering, orange street light was
the only source of illumination in that noiseless back lane. I was really
scared that I practically kicked a stray cat making its way out of the garbage
can. Frightening thoughts were running infinitely in my head, but it was too
late to go back - I had already walked a long way. I kept walking, walking
briskly to get to the end of the path as soon as I can.
I was scampering as I saw the light at the end of the alley
when someone grabbed me from behind. I could feel his weapon hidden somewhere
in his coat. I was stunned and for some reason, I did not ward him off. Astoundingly, I relished the feeling of being
held by this complete stranger. He has this familiar touch I could not resist.
I tried to catch a glimpse of his face but it was completely covered. I was
able to see his eyes though - those alluring eyes.
He hauled me into the bright part of the alley then
distanced himself to mine. I was confused. I did not know what he was up to,
but I was preoccupied by my longing for his warmth. In my mind, I wanted him to
take few steps closer, closer to where I was standing (God! I was putting
myself into so much trouble!). My brain waves might have affected him as he did
walk towards me.
I was too damn sure it was a hold up though. He reached out
for his weapon inside his coat, and then showed it to me. I was caught off
guard. I was astonished. It made me surrender. It made me wanna run, run in his
getaway car... with him.
He escorted me into his car and took me to places I've never
been into (Okay, now he had me as his hostage!). For every place we visited, he
would remove a portion of his face’s covering. Gradually, I was able to see through
him and I found myself enjoying his company.
What he put me into was a different kind of criminal act, an
unconventional way of performing a hold up, a divergent method of hostage-taking.
He had his devotion for me as his weapon, and he wanted my heart in return. No
threats, no harassment, no violence. It was then that I realized that I was a
willing victim. I got my hands up the moment he held me; I was addicted to the danger of his touch. It occurred to me that I’m willing to be
his hostage... for the rest of my life.
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Here's a super rough draft of the culprit btw. Hahaha! :p (Forgive the messy portion, my eraser's hiding from me!)
P.S. I got him as my victim too :p
Stay happy, beautiful people!
~Kakat :)
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