Just about the food

My eyes fluttered open to be greeted by a very bright light hovering above me. I immediately closed it shut and groaned clutching my pounding head.

“ooh sorry about the light” a very familiar voice began to speak.

I jumped up at the sound of the voice and sure enough it was him the man at the shop. As if sensing his face my mind started to go over the events that led to me being wherever I am. I remembered everything from the shop to my short-lived walk home, the mind communication I supposedly had, the dizziness and then him.

“you, I started to say, what am I doing here? I tried to get up but I was restrained I looked up and sure enough one of my hands was handcuffed to the bed.

I looked at my hand with wide eyes, pulling and tugging frantically. I turned to him and he was just there smiling like everything was alright. I then opted for sitting on the bed my breathing sky-rocketed and my brain felt like it was going to be removed from my head. I became very very scared as the weight of my predicament fell on my shoulders.

“well before you fret, I will explain what is going on here” he said sitting on the plush cushion in front of me

“let’s do it in form of a story, sugar”

“so, there’s this boy who came to a shop and saw a girl and no sugar, they did not fall in love. He chuckled to himself as if he had made a funny joke but then continued. He immediately knew something was peculiar to the girl just by her aura. The boys heightened senses went up in full blast, so after leaving the shop he waited to test his suspicions and he used the oldest trick in the book: mind communication and you see sugar the girl answered perfectly and then his suspicions were correct. she was a peculiar.

Mind communication which is very draining drained her and she fainted and now the boy had to bring the girl over to a safe place so she could be revived and that is the end of the story sugar, or just the beginning he said with a serious face”

“so, he said do you have any questions”

“why the handcuffs?” I asked. The first question I ask is about handcuffs seriously I mentally smacked myself but still gave him a pointed look

“seriously that’s your first question, no: what is peculiar all about? no: how did you mind communicate with me? I just shrugged putting on my bold face

“okay that was for dramatic effect”

“seriously” I answered

“and I did not want you running off or making a move if I stepped out or something.

“how long have I been here”

“woah sugar your questions are very unexpected”

“but two days”

“two days?” now I was in bigger trouble

“yeah you were out for two days and that reminds me you need to eat something” and with that he left through the slightly opened door.

I just stared at him as he left confused about everything, he had told me. Peculiar? What the heck was a peculiar and why does he think I am one. Or does the dreams no I shook my head wanting to shake that thought. He was probably crazy and I would have to tell him to kindly let me go.

He strutted in a few minutes later holding a tray of food. After placing it in front of me he sat down staring directly at me.

I gently pushed the food to the side with my free hand.

“uhm sorry but I will prefer if I am released and taken home. But thanks though for the food and for kidnaping and telling me weird gibberish” I mentally added in my head.

With his hands in his laps he continued staring at me intently a smile slowly forming on his lips

“wow you just keep passing test upon test and you expect me to just let you go” he pursed his lips and did as if he was thinking

“nah”,

“your food was laced with some sort of sedative not to kill you” he added defensively “but to make you sleep some more you need the rest and to find out indeed if you are a peculiar and right now all fingers are pointing to you”

My eyes widened to saucer plates I could not believe that he laced my food well technically I believe because I was kidnapped by him but… ahhh I groaned loudly. He wordlessly picked up my plate and off he went to probably fix another laced plate for me.

He came back minutes after with another tray and placed it in front of me. He sat down and continued to watch me in that annoying way he normally does; a mixture of amusement and smugness.

“you have to eat that you know right” he said as I looked at the food, it looked decent enough in fact it looked really good my stomach rumbled reminding me that I had not eaten for two days straight. I picked up the spoon and once the first spoon hit my stomach it became a matter of life and death. I ate like my life depended on it which it did. The handcuffs did not make it easy but even that was pushed to the back of my mind. right now, it was just about the food.