familiar
sound of the stairs creaking as Mike came down.
"Good afternoon, Precious," Mike said as he stood over me.
I remained silent having no energy to respond. "Damn,
babe, you look like a piece of shit. But I have good news.
I feel that you've been punished long enough, and not
only am I going to feed you but I'm going to let you
bathe too."
Even with the encouraging news I was still mute.
"Precious, did you hear what I said?" Mike asked, lifting
up my chin.
I nodded my head yes.
"I need for you to speak up. You need to show me
some gratitude."
"Thank you," I muttered weakly.
"That's more like it. I'll be right back."
It seemed I had become numb to the pain in my
stomach from not eating. But when Mike came back with
a tray of food, I wanted to jump at it like a stray dog that
had been eating out of trash cans for weeks. "Thank you,
Mike. I mean that sincerely."
"I bet you do. It's amazing how starving an individual
can bring out the best in them," he smiled. "Now do I
have to feed you, or can I trust you'll behave if I take off
the handcuffs?"
"I'll behave. I just want to eat." I meant that shit too. As
much as I despised Mike, he was my savior at this particular
moment. When those handcuffs came off I demolished the
fried chicken, macaroni and cheese, greens and biscuit he
prepared for me. I didn't know who cooked the meal but it
was so damn good. But a can of Spam would've been good to me right about now.
"Slow down, Ma, the plate ain't going anywhere," Mike
joked. But I kept on grubbing, licking fingers and all.
"I can't believe you're feeding me such good food,
since you only promised me bread and water, and I had
only received the latter so far."
"You got lucky. Devon brought over some lunch from this
soul food restaurant and there was a lot left over. I was in a
good mood and decided to share some with you."
By the time I finished eating the last chicken thigh I was
completely full. Going hungry for however many days it
had been made my heart ache to all the kids in the world
who were truly going without. You never really have an
understanding of that type of existence until you fuck
around and find yourself in that predicament.
"I see you didn't leave not a crumb," Mike said, picking up
my plate. "So are you ready to wash off that funk on you?"
"Been ready, but what am I going to put on? I mean
there is no sense in me taking a bath if I'ma have to wear
the same funky clothes."
"I got you covered."
"Oh...so why are you being so decent to me all of a sudden"
"Real talk, you look so pathetic that I feel sorry for
you," Mike laughed.
"Well, I'm glad one of us can laugh about my circumstances."
"You're right. There is no humor in this but it is what it
is. There's nothing we can do."
"Yes there is. You can let me go home to my husband
and daughter."
"Precious, I feel sorry for you, but I'm not stupid. You
know that's not even a possibility."
"Why, because Maya says it's not?"
"No, because too much shit has happened."
"What are you getting out of this, Mike?"
"Revenge, what else?"
"Revenge on who, me? What did you expect? You tried
to have my husband murdered and you raped me. There
wasn't any other option. You had to go to jail, or die one.
You know how the game goes. The police were already on
to you, so don't blame me because you got locked up."
"Well since you know how the game go so well, then
it shouldn't be no surprise to you that you're chained up
in this motherfucking basement, now should it. So do you
want to keep sitting here running off at the mouth or do you
want to take a fucking shower before I change my mind?"
"I wanna clean my dirty ass, so I'll shut the fuck up."
"Good choice," Mike said, unlocking the chains around
my legs. "Now I don't want no shit from you, Precious. If
I think you're getting out of line, I'ma break your neck."
"I know. But I won't give you any problems. I'm just
grateful to be having some hot water