Captured by him

Chapter 5: The Dining table

I felt something touch my wrist as I jolted awake. Mason was touching my wrist and clicking around with something. Then my hand dropped, remaining next to my head. I was too exhausted to move it. I guess being chained to a bed for 17 hours kind of hurts your arms. He moved to the other arm and undid that as well.

I cautiously moved my hands to my waist and started rubbing my wrists. They were swollen and red, some flesh was torn from where I had struggled. I winced at the pain but then covered it up, not wanting to show this prick any weakness. Sitting more upright, I turned to face Mason.

"Any funny business and they go straight back on." He stated flatly.

I was contemplating what he meant in my head. On one hand, he could mean don't try anything with me - like yesterday. Or he could mean don't try to escape. Or don't try to talk to anyone. Or I don't know, he could mean don't breathe for all I knew. He watched me as I tried to figure out what he wanted from me. After two minutes I realized he wanted an answer. I slowly nodded my head, not sure what I was agreeing to.

"Words, Annalise. I want words" He said while lifting my chin with his finger.

Yeah sure, you did. I wanted things too. I wanted to leave and I had barely been here, where ever here was. I wanted to see Mila. I wanted to know she was safe and okay. I wanted him to stop touching me, stop looking at me, stop doing anything that involved me. I wanted to scream. But the funny thing is most times we don't get what we want, do we? I looked at him wondering how far I could push him today. Heck, I had only known this man for two days maximum and I was trying to figure out if he would flip out at me. He raised his eyebrow at me, showing his need for an articulated answer.

"Whatever you say, captain," I said, bringing my hand up to give him a salute.

He clearly didn't like my smugness because I earned another slap to my face. I felt both my wrists being enclosed by his large hand. He proceeded to drag me out of the room. I struggled to keep up with his long strides as we rounded a corner. Searching for anything I could use later, I tried to take in my surroundings.

It was like this man was a mind reader because he chuckled at me without even looking. He knew I was looking for a way out almost before I  knew I was.

"There is no point, baby. You won't ever get away from me. Ever. Forever, you are mine. Mine to dress up. Mine to kiss. Mine to -"

"I get it. It's okay. I am basically a human doll for you. You clearly had to kidnap me because no one was ever going to like you let alone be with you for five minutes." I snapped.

It earned me a glare. He was already fed up with me and we had only interacted for seven minutes at most. We reached some stairs and began descending them, still going at a rather fast pace. At the bottom was a large open area. Painted in a similar colour scheme to the bedroom but there was a couch facing a television and a table situated behind it. A kitchen behind the table and a doorway probably leading to another kitchen.

Faces lined a path for us to the table. I must have made enough noise that some of the people heard our conversation. People in uniform, who I assumed to be his maids, were looking at me with sadness and sorrow in their eyes. It looked like they regretted ever knowing this man but were too frightened to do anything against him.

However, there were also some intimidating men scattered throughout the area. They had a completely different look on their face. Almost all of these men's faces held malicious smirks. Their eyes hungry to ravage my body. All too soon we were at the table and Mason had let go of my wrists. His hands moved to my shoulders forcing me into the seat below me. I struggled against him but gave up when his strength was clearly intense for me tp fight. I would have to outsmart him.

I didn't realize when but sometime during my plan of how to outsmart him, Mason had started talking to me while food had been set in front of us. Well more talking at me because even if I was listening I wouldn't have been able to say anything anyway. But he clearly wanted me to listen because I was jolted out of my thoughts by his hand slamming on the table in front of me whilst shouting my name.

"I'm talking to you Annalise" he stated

"Oh sorry, I guess I was busy not listening"

He took a deep breath in and started talking again.

"You haven't eaten in two days - you need to eat."

"And whose fault would that be?" I say back

"Annalise I will not tell you again, eat your food."

My food remained in front of me, getting colder as I poked at it. I let go of my fork and it clattered back on the plate.

"And I will not tell you again, I am not eating it."

Mason didn't spare me a glance, hastily pushing his chair out and going to talk to one of the men standing around the room. It wasn't the man who guarded me last night. This guy was taller - about as tall as mason probably around 6"3, He was built like a Dorito chip. That is what I would call him, the big DC I chuckled to myself. Mason muttered something to this man and with that he stormed out of the room.

The big DC came over to me, unmistakably pleased with whatever Mason just told him. He grabbed my upper arm and hoisted me out of the chair I was in. I wasn't going to have any limbs left in a couple of days, with the amount of pulling that they had experienced in the past couple of hours. He started dragging me, unfortunately in the direction I had just come from.