I Am Coming For You...

As John drove down a long dark road, he reached over and tapped his cell phone in the holder. Instantly it came alive with her picture on the lock screen. As he looked at the phone, it recognized his face and unlocked itself. He smiled to himself as he tapped the button that dialed her number! When he heard her answer, he only said “I am coming for you!” before hanging up on her. Then he continued down the long dark road that led to her house.

Michele shuddered as she heard him say that. As she was sure that he had no idea of what was waiting for him. She gave a tug on the chains confirming that they were securely fastened to the wall. A syringe was hidden in her sleeve, it contained enough to knock him out but not enough to kill him. She was ready for him!

What she didn't know was the camera hidden in the wall. John studied the image on his phone from the camera feed and smiled and said to himself, “That's my girl!” He was willing and ready for whatever she planned for him. He would have the video as his memento when all was said and done!

The knock at the door caused her to jump. ‘Could she do this?’ she asked herself. She had to if she wanted to escape from him. She was so sure he was evil incarnate. That he must be stopped to prevent anyone else suffering from him. She had to catch him, make him suffer, and then kill him.

She opened the door and stepped back to let him in. As he stepped in and closed the door she gave her sleeve a shake and the syringe fell into her right hand. He reached to hug her and in one motion she hugged him back while flipping the tip off the syringe. She stabbed it into his left butt cheek and pressed on the plunger. Then felt the weight from his body slump into her arms as she knew that the needle hit its mark.

Dragging his lifeless body into the next room was a bigger task than she had anticipated. She was proud that she was able to do it and then locked his arms in the chains. She had him and now, she would make him suffer! She would make him pay!

All the stress in the experience was too much for her to handle. The ensuing headache from all this pressed against her heavily. She needed to sit down and breathe, yes breathe and focus on the task before her. She stumbled into the next room and slumped into the chair that was there. He was secure and would be out for at least a day. As she sat there, she allowed herself to smile. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

She finally found the focus she needed. As she slowly opened her eyes she lifted her hand and looked at her watch, two hours had passed. She was confused as she was sure she only closed her eyes for a moment. No matter, she had the focus she needed and proceeded back to the room where her prey was.

She was in shock as he was standing there, fully awake, almost like he was waiting for her.

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After John pounded on the door, his heart was racing. He knew what to expect but was still excited. He took a deep breath to calm himself. She opened the door and stepped back to let him in. He stepped in and closed the door and turned to hold his arms out for a hug. He had to work hard to stifle the smile as he saw the syringe drop into her right hand. When she put his arms around him, he felt the stab from the syringe. It hurt more than he expected and felt her press on the plunger. He let all his weight fall onto her, he had to sell it. He allowed her to drag him into the next room and chain him to the wall.

He opened his eyes slightly and watched her leave the room. When she was out of sight, he spit a handcuff key into his hands. Then proceeded to unlock himself, leaving only the appearance of still being secured to the wall. Then stood up and waited for her to return.

He was so surprised that she did not return immediately. He doubted himself and wondered if she had outwitted him this time. Finally he heard a noise from the other room and stood up looked at the doorway anticipating her appearance.

“How are you awake?” Michele practically shouted at John, making sure to stay out of his reach.

John confessed, “I switched your syringes so that what you injected me was just a saline solution.”

“Why would you let me chain you to the wall?” She was confused and not prepared for this! “I have to make you pay for what you did to me!” She screamed as she had a flash of being tortured and chained to a wall. The abuses that she experienced came to her and overwhelmed her. She saw the face of her abuser, but it wasn’t John. It wasn’t him, what was she doing? She shrieked as she stared at John.

“Who said I was chained?” John shook the chains from his hands, and they fell to the wall!

“What!??!?!” was all she could say before collapsing in a sea of pain.

John moved quickly to catch her as she fell into his arms. He sat there and held her gently. When it appeared that she would be out for a while, he carried her to the bedroom and placed her into the bed. After covering her, he kissed her gently on the forehead and whispered quietly, “I love you…”

She slept as he sat in a chair next to the bed. When she awoke, he wondered if she would remember what had happened. He had done this over a half a dozen times, hoping that she would remember and hopefully heal from the ordeal from her past. It had been ten years since they had married, when she would accuse him of torturing her and keeping her prisoner.

His poor wife was still being held hostage by those memories. During these episodes with her, he could not convince her of who he was, so he decided to play along. He installed the chains on the wall, setup the camera and watched as she brought stuff into the house to knock him out or kill him with. He made sure that he would replace these poisons. John just wanted his wife to finally be free!

As she began to stir, he moved to the bed and held her. She looked into his eyes and remembered who he was, and she smiled weakly at him. “I remember what I did to you last night! I am so very sorry!” She sobbed. Then in a rush of emotion and thought, she remembered all the times he stood by her as she accused him of being her torturer.

She barely said the words, “I remember all the times I accused you!” She cried as he held her in his arms.

“Why would you stay with me?” she asked quietly.

He looked at her deeply and said, “because… I love you!”

They sat there quietly as he held her. He realized that she was finally free as he thought to himself, ‘She’s Mine!’