•MAROON• .RIN ITOSHI.

|Chapter Four|

"You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway
Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us
I feel you no matter what
The rubies that I gave up"

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Y/n looked at her watch as she got out of her car. It was almost 2. Sharp on time, that’s what her father told her, because according to him, her future fiance is a very punctual man.

Taking a quick check in the mirror of her appearance, she smiled to herself. She wore simple, soft makeup, with a white pencil skirt which draped over her thighs and a white blouse, tucked in her skirt. With a golden brotch on the top of her chest and a white purse dangling over her shoulder, with matching white strap heels.

Walking in the hotel, she was wished by the attender before she climbed up on small staircase taking her to the upstairs where she was about meet him.

Looking around she tried to search for the reserved table no. 20. She pulled her flowing hair back to get a proper view. Her eyes flickered seeing the number but to her astonishment, someone was sitting on the place, already.

She clicked her tongue on seeing him already there. Although she was before the required time, and there he was sitting. Slowly, she neared him, his black suited back faced her. A lump formed in her throat and her breath tensed.

Trying to control her nervousness, she inhaled deeply. When she was nearing him, his side profile showed the best ever man she witnessed. His long pointed nose, his long eyelashes and beautiful blue eyes. The way his posture screamed expensiveness.

She smiled seeing him. Even though she knew nothing about him but she started to adore him.

He, who was busy in his phone, heard the heels clicking in his direction. His head turned to see a pretty, young woman in a white outfit, with a smile on her face.

He stood from his place putting the phone down and shook hands with her, gently. Introducing themselves to each other.

"Rin Itoshi."

"Y/n L/n"

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I stepped out of the bathroom, with my hair wet, in a bathrobe.

"Mrs. Itoshi..."

I startled at the name. "..here are your clothes." The maid, in my room, spoke with a gentle smile.

Inhaling sharply, I nodded with a forced smile. The name brought back so many memories. However, that's what I was use to be called. It felt so unusual and foreign.

The maid, helped me in wearing my outfit. It was nothing much, to be an expensive ball gown. Just a pair of simple shirt and shorts. I wanted to feel comfortable.

It has been two days. Since I was unconscious, I can barely believe, I passed two days, sleeping?!

I sat on the bed again, as the maid, made my bed, picking up the key. She waited for me to settle down. I sighed heavily before she took my shin gently, buckling it up with a heavy metal chain, who's end was connected to the bedpost.

That's right. I am chained up to my bed. I am not allowed to even, move around the house, neither I can move on my own. Everytime if I needed something, I give a call, from the telephone, next to me.

Just like I did, few hours ago, for having a bath. I realized it this morning, after Rin left for his work. When I wanted to get up, I saw, I can't even do that.

I am not allowed to do anything. Not to go anywhere. Neither to see anyone.

The small clicking sound of key, took me out of my trance. The maid gave a weak smile, before standing up and bowing in front of me.