Bria's POV:

I looked around the room , taking in the decor and almost laughed when I saw the restraints attached to the bed and a whole wall of sex toys and instruments. Weh him think? Him aguh use dem deh pon mi ? The audacity weh him have . Imagine yuh ruin smaddy life because a yuh twisted and decisional mind and kidnapped dem against dem will , a force dem fi play yuh twisted mind games fi your enjoyment and entertainment and now him lock mi inna wah room weh look like eh room out a eh movie 50 shades a grey.

Dah man yah really mental. There was no windows in the room or bathroom and the door didn't have a lock on the inside either , just on the outside. When I thought it couldn't possibly get any more creepy or twisted , this man had stocked the closet and dresser drawers with everything I could possibly need , all in my exact size, down to the shoes I wore.

I exhaled, this man was sick , beyond sick. How did he..., never mind . I figured it was time I stopped being surprised at the things he had done especially concerning me , he had made it clear. He was willing to do whatever was necessary so as to sink his claws into me and ensured that my life involved him as much as possible. My eyes drifted down to thr items on the dresser and I saw that he had ensured that everything on it was exactly what I would like and need .

My favourite cologne, my favourite shade of red lipstick , same brand and everything. The jewellery, the same bracelet I had thought I had lost and later figured he had taken and now it turned out , he had and he had gotten three more to match, so now it was a set. Earrings and necklaces , all gold and I had no doubt that unlike mine that was usually stainless steel, these was genuine, real gold .

If he thought that doing all this would somehow make me forget the absolute horror he had put me through and hell he had turned my life into , he was dead wrong . Though I was glad I could change my clothes and actually shower, I still hated him and I wanted to go home, as far away from this sick psychopath as I could get.

I took a shower and changed into a dress that stopped right below my thighs. Way too short for my liking and I would have gladly chosen a jeans pants had there been any but, it was obvious he had thought ahead and planned everything out carefully . There was mostly dresses , shorts and blouses and the underwear was like the cream coloured one the little pervert had taken . All of my underwear was either mesh or lace and I didn't allow my mind to think of the reason why.

I was catching my hair up into a bun when the door opened and he entered . He looked at me and for a moment it was as if he had forgotten the reason he had entered the room in the first place as his eyes took me in . They trailed from my face down to my legs where the dress ended and then our eyes met again and I hated the fact that instead of feeling angry , I instead felt a bit too hot . Like the air inside the room was suddenly suffocating.

There was nothing inside the room that I could have used to possibly injure him because I would have definitely taken use of the opportunity of him being distracted but, there was the colognes on the dresser and without taking my eyes off his I swiftly grabbed one of them and threw it hard , aiming for his head but, as if he had been expecting it, he ducked swiftly and the glass bottle that the cologne was in slammed into the opposite wall behind him and shattered into pieces, the strong scent of the cologne immediately filling the air .

" yuh miss again, yah guh pay fi that tommrow mawning", he said still looking at me .

" it shoulda buss open yuh head Satan , maybe it coulda rewire eh wire dem inside a yuh sick mind", I replied.

" come ", he said simply , completely ignoring what I said as he walked towards me and I backed away from him but, he grabbed me and lifted me just like the first time as he tossed me over his shoulder. Even though I wanted to scream and kicked him, I decided to not to waste my time because if my screams hadn't alerted anyone already then they wasn't going to do anything now .

We got to what I realised to be the dinning room and he set me down on my feet at the dinning table which he had set with food and as if my stomach hated me , it rolled loudly and he looked at me then my stomach and said ,

" sidung and mek sure yuh eat everything", and just to spite him I remained standing but, then he exhaled as he closed his eyes and when he opened them again my stomach dropped. The relaxed look in his eyes was gone and was replaced by anger and that chilling darkness that I knew wasn't to be taken lightly.

" Bria put yuh fucking ass inna eh chair and doh mek mi affi handcuff yuh rawce to it instead", and I sat down immediately before he even finished speaking.

He had made curried goat , fry plantains , white rice and pasta and even though I didn't want to eat it out of spite , I was hungry so I picked up my fork and started eating . We ate in silence and when I was finished he git up , came over to where I was seated and took up my plate and since I was still holding the fork , I lifted it and stabbed his hand, impaling the fork into the back of his hand .

I was satisfied to hear him utter a hiss of pain but, he swiftly grabbed the fork and pulled it out of his hand and grabbing me by my arm he pulled me out of the chair and slammed me against the wall behind the table . His eyes was absolutely ferral, like he was trying to control himself as he used his uninjured hand to hold me by my throat .

I gleared at him fighting back tears of anger and frustration, as my hands clawed desperately at his in an effort to loosen his grasp but, ny efforts was futile.

" yah fuck wid mi head enuh Bria. Yuh still nah give up doh? Nuh matta how much yuh try fi fight this , try fi damage mi, eh nah guh fucking work. Yuh belong to mi and yuh nah bloodclaat guh nuhweh unless mi seh suh" , he said and then he pulled a syringe out of his back pocket and I struggled desperately trying to free myself but, he injected the substance into my side and just like the other times , my vision clouded and my limbs went limp before my eyes fluttered closed before I surrendered to the blackness that claimed me .

When I awoke again I was back inside the room but, this time I was restrained to the bed . My hand and ankles had cuffs around them that was attached to chains and the chains was attached to the wall and the bed itself. I sighed feeling the fight drained out of me and was replaced with defeat. I didn't want to be controlled by him or played his twisted games but, no matter how hard I fought, it didn't do anything except to make him even more possessive and even my resilience he found entertaining.

I heard a sound at the door and seconds later it was opened and he entered. He didn't say anything but, walked over to where I lay on the bed and unlocked the cuffs with a key . Thinking he was going to throw me over his shoulder like had done twice before I waited but, he grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet.

" yuh nuh get nuh soft treatment todeh and yah guh pay fi yuh likkle stunt weh yuh pull last night", he said as he held my arm and pulled me behind him out of the room . I resisted ,deciding that I didn't care if he killed me because I was tired and fed up of him and everything that he was doing but, he pulled a gun out of his waist and released my arm, pressing the mouth of the gun against my side .

" move yuh fucking foot dem and start walk", he breathe into my ear and I swallowed my tears as I started walking. He led me back towards the living room and then we stopped infront of a wall which confused me at first that was until, he started pressing on the wall in specific areas and to my shock the wall opened up , revealing a big enough space for us to walk down a flight of stairs .

Turned out, the stairs led down into his macabre museum of torture and hell. We came down the stairs and he led me over to a heavy iron door in the far corner of the room . The door required a pass code to open and he punched in the code rapidly, way too fast for me to catch it and then he opened the door and instructed me to go inside the room .

The door slammed shut behind me the mintue I was inside , the metallic clang of the lock sliding into place echoing through the dimly lit room. I spun around, my pulse hammering in my ears as I tried the handle, nothing.

A soft click followed. Then a mechanical hiss.

My chest tightened as I caught the faintest scent of something acrid creeping into the air. Gas. The actual fuck? Him plan fi actually kill mi?

As I spun around the room which was a bit difficult to see clearly due to the red lighting, my eyes caught the cameras installed in all four corners of the room and my stomach twisted. He was watching.

The dim red light above flickered on, illuminating the walls. Pictures. Hundreds of them.

I staggered back. They were everywhere, covering the entire room, overlapping like a twisted collage of madness. Some I recognized instantly, pictures of me .Candid shots of me sleeping in my bed , showering, sitting at my desk inside my room . Moments I hadn't even realized I had been watched.

My fingers clenched into fists, fury bubbling up alongside the horror.

Then my gaze shifted to the other pictures.Bodies. Mutilated. Arranged like grotesque works of art. Some strung up, others dissected with a precision that sent a shiver down my spine. Their eyes, empty, lifeless, stared back at me.

A low clunk sounded behind me and even though I didn't want to, I turned slowly, dread pooling in my gut as I spotted the glass enclosure in the corner. The lid slid open, and something moved inside.

A fucking spider as big as a tennis ball and I screamed, resilience out the fucking window, I hated anything that crawled especially spiders and centipede.

I backed away instinctively, my spine pressing against the cold wall. The creature's legs twitched, sensing the change in its environment. It was big, its hairy body shifting as it slowly crawled up the glass.

The gas was getting thicker and my head felt light, my thoughts sluggish.

I spun back to the pictures. Mi affi get out a dah room yah, mi cah angle this nuhmore . Suddenly mi hear him voice come through the cameras as him seh,

" yesterday I stopped before you drowned. Today you are going to save yourself , get out of room before the gas takes over , use yuh head Bria , figure it out".

I forced myself to breathe through the panic, scanning the walls again, looking for something, anything, that stood out.

Then I saw it.

Numbers. Some of the Polaroids had them scribbled in the corner in dark ink. Some were faint, barely visible, others bold and deliberate. The first was in a picture of he, my reflection in my bathroom mirror when i was changing to take a shower, a barely noticeable "1" in the corner.

I swallowed hard, scanning the rest. Another photo, this one of a severed hand, had a "3" written across the wrist.

My hands shook as I pieced them together.

1...3...6...9...

I turned towards the door seeing the keypad waiting for me to put in the code .I pressed the numbers on the keypad. Nothing.

Shit. Fuck. Mi cah do this . Oh Jesus! Mi aguh actually dead in yah suh.

The tarantula had begun moving toward the edge of the glass enclosure it was in.

My breath came faster.

I scanned the walls again, my vision blurring as the gas made my head swim. Then I saw it, the last number.

A Polaroid of me in bed, my curtains slightly parted, revealing his shadow in the background. My heart nearly stopped.

A small "2" was marked in the corner.

1...3...6...9...2.

I punched it in.

A beep. Then a click.

The lock disengaged.

I lunged forward, shoving the door open just as the tarantula scurried over the edge of the glass, its legs reaching out. I barely made it out, slamming the heavy iron door shut behind me , sucking in fresh air.

My hands was shaking, as was my entire body as I collapsed to the floor crying . I didn't care that I was giving him what he wanted or that I was playing his twisted games. I was tired, scared and I hated him and I desperately just wanted to go back home.