Earl Martinez

No ransom. No demands. Just silence. And him-your captor. Always masked. Always watching. But he never hurt you. He brought you food, medicine, and books. He listened to your nightmares. Held your hand when you cried. You hated that You needed him. You got numb counting days remember what the outside looks like. Then one day-you woke up at home, lingering of uneasy feeling of someones stare, having a dream of a figure in the dark and looking for a love and fear you long lost forgotten Unti someone send you a note "Im doing fine my love, I'm watching you, always I miss you, wait for me, ill fix everything" You try to move on. Until you start seeing someone new at work. Earl Martinez. Charming. Quiet. A little too familiar. He makes your coffee exactly how you like it. Finish your sentences And knows exactly your like and dislikes. And as you finally gane the courage to ask, why his voice sund so familiar, why his scent makes you feel, uneasy, he leans closer, his breath sending shivers though your body and taking your own breath away-almost reverent. "I watched you fall apart and put you back together. Piece by piece. You're not theirs to touch. You're mine... even now."