The Secret Fantasy

I look toward the ceiling, fearful to see into my captors eyes. I already know the color from when he persuaded me away from the safety of my friends during a gathering. Those eyes are brown, a lacking life shit brown, and I’m scared I will never see the light outside of this room again.
“You are shivering Scar,” he reaches out to touch my shoulder, I jerk backwards, not letting his hand feel my fear.
His nails are too long. There is dirt under the fingernails and I feel uncomfortable being this close to someone so truly unstable. The chill bumps rise again under my skin at the thought of those nasty fingers coming close to my thighs or anywhere else.
“Only my friends are allowed to call me Scar,” I challenge him. “Why did you bring me here? What did you do to me while I was out cold?” I fight to get all the words out, to keep them from sticking in my throat.
“You know I have wanted you forever. I believed you wanted me too at one time; you used to smile at me. I must have taken it wrong before, because at the party you showed your true intentions.” He thinks back to the party earlier that evening, thinks of me in my red dress, and wearing darker makeup than I have before. “I have loved you for years. You’ve completely ignored me. That is, until tonight, when you saw my changes. You were instantly attracted, lured completely into my arms within the first hour. Just admit it sweetie, you want me.”
“If I had known it was you under those clothes and hair I wouldn’t have bothered being attracted or kissing you.” I blush at the memory earlier, thinking of his lips on mine.
Then his lips are on mine again ready to take what doesn’t and could never belong to him. I feel his tongue push into my mouth and touch mine. It makes me feel woozy in the head as though I’ve drank too much alcohol. How could I possibly be attracted to this man? He has hurt me so many times regardless of how much he said he loved me. He’s only back to take from me again then leave, like all the other times.
My head aches from where I fell to the floor earlier. I push him off of me and out of my mind and mouth.