All The Day's Of Your Life: Prompt # 17
'Why are you doing this?' The girl whispered timidly from the corner she had protectively placed herself. Her eyes could barely pick up the man in the light of the dreary cell. If it were not for the one candle that flickered by the door she wouldn't be able to see him.
The man sat comfortably on the small straw bed in her cell, back pressed against the stone wall across from her, legs splayed out, heavy ridding boots covered in dried mud and dust.
It was stuffy and dark in this small room. She had concluded days ago that she must be underground somewhere. The dripping of water and the constant dark were her only clues and they brought little comfort.
'Because you remind me of someone.' The man said plainly as he continued widdleing the piece of wood in his hands skillfully.
He did this often. He would sit and say nothing, working on a small piece of wood and by the time he would leave he would place it on the table in the corner of the room.
A small assortment of forest creatures had began to compile from his odd visits. They were uncanny and very pretty in their own right.
She struggled to keep her voice calm, for she was so very confused and afraid. 'You do know by now I am not who you remember or who you seek, please...' She swolled, licking her dry lips. 'If you could just let me go back to my parent-'
'No.' He said firmly cutting her off, his hands stilling. Dark hooded eyes drifting to her. 'No, you will remain here.'
'Why? I am of no use to you,' she bit her lip tentivly before speaking again, afraid to press him too far. 'I am merely another mouth to feed Milord, surely I am more trouble to you than I am possible worth.' She paused her heart pounding nervously in her chest. 'Surely it is not worth a few memories of someone you use to know.'
The man watched her critically in the light of the room his eyes hard, expression difficult to read. 'It is not the physical person that reminds me of you, infact you are not even the same gender let alone holding the same resemblance.' He stood suddenly her heart catapulting upwards in fear. She flinched violently away from him her arms coming up in a shielding manner, her muscles trembled under her flesh from nerves.
He did not seem to notice for he walked to her and crouched before her. Reaching those large tanned hands out - the same ones she had so critically watched for weeks - he took a strand of her dirty hair between his fingers.
'It is the feeling you give me,' He said his face somber. 'You feel like that man.' He brought the piece of hair close to his mouth and nose, inhaling deeply, eyes closing as he held her in place with his presence alone. 'Peace. I sense it hovering around you the same way it did with him.' He smiled then, his teeth glinting sharply in the dim candle light. 'I missed the feeling, that peace.' He tugged her hair gentle while keeping her eyes trapped by his gaze.
She could feel the hair stand on the back of her neck but she dared not to move. Not to look away.
He blinked and if by magic the spell broke and he pulled away.
'You will remain with me all the days of your life, or until you do not give me what I want.' He turned away from her, ignoring the distressed sound that came out of her mouth. 'I need you.'
