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TWISTED--A Love Story
Carrie turned and studied her kidnapper, "Okay," she thought. "I can safely assume that Alan is an emotional train wreck. A control freak of the worst kind. Probably abused as a kid, with a poor excuse for a mother."
The wheels in Carrie's head turned swiftly. "He's probably had so much rejection in his life that he won't accept no for an answer, even if his life depended on it. My best strategy--lull Alan into a false sense of security, and make him think that he's in control. I'll have to act like I have the same feelings for him as he has for me.I think I'm in for a serious psychological dogfight."
"Alan," she asked. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Why did you handcuff me to the door?"
Alan knitted his eyebrows. "Because I was afraid you'd try to jump out of the car."
"Alan, I wouldn't do that. I'm not stupid enough to jump out of a speeding car."
"I know that." Alan sighed. "I don't want to lose you. I just want somebody to love me, Carrie. Did you that when I first saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen? I knew I had to have you. I just want to hold you in my arms and stare into your eyes. I want to kiss you, see you smile at me, and tell me that you love me.I just want you to love me, Carrie. And when I saw you, I knew that I'd found that special somebody.'
"Was that the same line you fed to your previous girlfriends?" Carrie wondered, silently.
"Maybe we could get married, have a few kids. Then, maybe I won't make the same mistakes that my parents made."
"Wrong, Alan," Carrie countered, silently. "Unless you've had some serious psychiatric counseling, you're doomed to repeat the same things that happened to you.'
Finally, the car pulled up in front of a large stucco apartment building. "We're here," Alan said, as he climbed out of the car and uncuffed Carrie's wrist. He dragged her to her feet. "Let's go."
"To my place, Carrie. I've got big, special plans for the both of us," he replied, as he pressed the knife against Carrie's ribs once more. He and Carrie walked across the sidewalk that lead to the building's entrance. He leaned over to whisper into her ear, "Just you and me, and all the time in the world.'
A chill slithered down Carrie's back like a snake.
Alan dragged Carrie up a flight of stairs and down a hallway carpeted with a threadbare strip down the middle of the floor. At the third door to his right, he stopped and took out his keys, then unlocked the door.He practically shoved Carrie into the apartment. He shut the door hard and locked it from the inside, then pointed to the candles he'd placed strategically in the living room. "Light the candles," he ordered her.
Carrie lit the candles, bathing the room in an eerie glow. She began to panic, in spite of her outward appearance. "Alan," she said, in a calm, dismayed voice. "I can't believe you're doing this to me. I thought we were friends."
Alan approached Carrie like some vengeful demon. Brandishing the knife, he whispered, "I want more than your friendship, Carrie. I want you to be my lover. Tonight, you're mine. And I'm gonna have you, whether you want it or not."
Carrie shuddered. "How do you that I'd have said no?"
"I didn't want to take that chance. I've waited too long for this, Carrie, and this is the only way I could have you. And I don't care--"
"Alan, you don't mean that! You don't want to force me into anything--"
"Like I said. Tonight, you're mine. And I'm never gonna let you go."
"Alan, please," Carrie tried to reason. "You don't want to hurt me, do you?"
"Then you don't need the knife. Alan, if you love me, you don't need the knife!"
"I'm not gonna hurt you. I promise."
"So, good! Then put the knife down, okay?"
Alan shook his head. "I can't allow that. You might try and run, and I can't allow that."
"Alan, I won't run! I promise you! I wouldn't try to run."
"You might," Alan countered. "You're scared. You look frightened. You don't have to be." Suddenly, he grabbed Carrie's hand and dragged her into his bedroom. "Look, I'll prove to you how much I love you."
Smiling like a kid at Christmas, Alan led his beloved towards his closet, opened the door with a flourish, then flipped on the light.
Carrie gasped and stared in horror at the pictures of herself plastered to the walls. "What's all this?" she whispered, barely able to speak.
Several items sat on a shelf against the wall. Alan picked them up and showed them to Carrie. "Look. This is your scarf. And your headband. You left those at the library and didn't know it. I collected these things to remind me of you. To show you how much I love you."
"This must have taken you a long time," Carrie whispered, her blood icy.
"I wouldn't do this if I didn't love you. I've loved you for such a long time."
"I can see that," said Carrie.
Alan smiled, his eyes glittering. "Austin wouldn't do this. Nobody would do this but me." He paused, then led Carrie out of the bedroom. He put his hands on her shoulders and whispered, "I've been so patient. And you're gonna reward my patience tonight, aren't you, Carrie?"
Carrie shivered. "Alan--"
"There's no way out. There's no escape." Alan's eyes glittered madly. "This is where you belong, Carrie. This is where you're gonna stay."
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