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Date Posted: 23:24:28 06/02/11 Thu
Author: asiacheetah
Author Host/IP: ppp-71-128-195-9.dsl.sndg02.pacbell.net / 71.128.195.9
Subject: 15 Days - Chapter 5 - Day 3
In reply to: asiacheetah 's message, "15 Days" on 00:00:02 06/02/11 Thu

Chapter 5 � Day 3

Nikita woke in a drug induced fog, her entire body aching, an aftermath of having milk introduced directly into her blood stream. She found her vision was obstructed by an opaque material. She looked down in confusion and found to her horror that she was in a wedding gown.

�Oh my God!�

She had to focus on how to get out of this situation without being forced to marry a lunatic and being chained down in the basement for the rest of her life. She was still too weak to overpower him. Unbidden Madeline�s voice echoed in her mind: �You can learn to shoot. You can learn to fight. But there�s no weapon as powerful as your femininity.� She knew Henry desired her and wants her. She�ll use that knowledge as leverage against him.

Henry came downstairs an hour later with a little bouquet of flowers. �It�s going to be small but it doesn�t mean we can�t do it right. I think it really does something for the room don�t you?�

She looked at Henry, willing him to meet her gaze. �Henry. Henry? Come here. Sit down. Sit down.�

Henry perched uneasily at the edge of the bed. His eyes flitted around the room, meeting hers briefly before skidding away. �Very excited about all this.�

She prodded gently: �Haven�t you forgotten something?�

Henry looked perplexed: �Forgotten something? Well uh�I�ve got the decorations, the uh, the wedding cake. We�re both here. No, no I don�t uh, no I don�t think I left anything out.�

She said gently: �You never asked me how I feel about all this.�

Henry�s gaze hardened as he offered up his justification: �I saved your life Nikita. I�ve taken excellent care of you. I can�t think of any reason why��

She cut him off: �Then you really don�t know anything about women then do you Henry? Even if a girl is going to say yes she likes to be asked.�

�If I ask, you promise to say yes?�

�That�s cheating.�

Henry jumped up and paced the room, not meeting her gaze. Finally he asked: �Nikita will you marry me?�

He still wouldn�t meet her gaze so she asked cajolingly: �Henry look at me. Look at me, come back and sit down.�

Henry padded awkwardly toward the bed, looking like a lost boy. �You promised.�

�Henry, take the handcuffs off.�

�You know I can�t do that.�

�If you cared about me��

Henry shook his head vehemently: �Oh Nikita please�that�s a broken record�If you cared about me? If I unlock those handcuffs now you�re going to try and run for the road.�

It was imperative that she gets Henry to trust her in order to make her escape. She said in a conciliatory tone: �Henry, I�m sorry. You�re right but that was before you asked me to marry you. It�s different now.�

Hope glinted in his eyes as he asked: �What? What�s so�what�s so different now?�

She pleaded with as much pretend need for closeness as she was capable of: �I�m all tied up like this. I can�t even touch you.� At Henry�s needing look, she added a seductive purr to her words: �Henry I want to know what you feel like.�

Henry first looked at her with need before turning indignant. He jumped up and said with loathing: �You sound like a whore Nikita. Never marry a whore.�

She watched as he stormed off, sighing in frustration at her failure. She�ll have to think of another tactic to get free of this mad man.

*****

After sulking for about half an hour, Henry returned with the same cake that was rapidly becoming stale. Since this was the only food she�s been given over the last few days, she ate it greedily. They were interrupted by the sound of a van pulling up the driveway. Henry left quickly to meet the visitor.

She listened intently to the exchange. The visitor identified himself as a utility worker there to read the electric meter. She cast her eyes about and noticed the meter on the far side of the room, meaning the visitor would have to come down to the basement. A flicker of hope starts burning as the man rebukes Henry�s efforts to head him off by rescheduling the reading.

The door opened and the stairs were drawn down. The man entered the basement, seemingly alone, and looked around letting his eyes adjust to the dim light. He had just seen her chained to the bed when a shot rang out and the man pitched backwards against the wall. She looked up in shock and saw Henry standing at the top of the stairs with a smoking gun in his hands. He turned around without another word and the ladder was raised once more.

She cast her eyes desperately around the room and found that Henry had accidently left the fork again. She freed herself quickly and made her way to the trap door. Henry had been too rattled by killing the man to remember to lock the door and she managed to lower the stairs. She climbed up the stairs and met the startled eyes of a middle age woman with a strong resemblance to Henry.

�What are you doing down there?�

�Mrs. Collins? Can you help me?�

The woman grins, with the same maniacal smile of Henry�s and pushed her down the stairs. The impact of the fall against her barely healing bullet wound blinded her in pain and she blacked out.

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