HIS SLAVE

|9| A PRISONER (part 1)

I couldn't get out of that room for a day.

The door was locked from outside and no matter how hard I banged it, no body answered. It was just Adam who unlocked the door once in the morning and once in the evening to check if I was alright and gave me a bunch of granula bars to feed on. Not that I wasn't asked if I wanted to have lunch or nor, but it's just that I wasn't really hungry. Or even if I was, I just didn't want to take any favors.

In addition to that, the terrible guilt of injuring Daniel was eating me from inside. I still didn't have the slightest idea of how severe was the wound I gave him. I tried asking Adam when he came in, but he didn't reply to anything I asked which was pretty odd for the type of person he was. I wondered if things were alright. I also didn't get a glance of Daniel since that evening. Not that I was worried but I was curious, really curious.

Deep down my heart, I knew, guilt was not the only factor influencing me. There was a strange fear too, especially because I didn't catch a sight of Daniel the entire day.

I walked down the length of the room, tensed, as numerous thoughts hit me up. I occasionally stood in front of the mirror to take views at my neck and my chest, looking at those intense reddish marks spread all across the area. It felt like those were his successful attempts of marking his territory. My body didn't feel mine any longer. I didn't feel pure anymore.

I couldn't sleep either. Daniel's face would flash up right in front of me everytime I tried closing my eyes. I knew that something harsh was coming up for me because of what I did but there isn't much I could do about it either. Waiting is the only option I'm left with, waiting for someone to open the door for me.

The blazing rays of the sun hit my eyes. I stood up on the bed rubbing my eyes and that's when I saw the door wide open. I was just about to get up when I felt somebody's hand holding onto mine. I turned left to find Daniel sitting on the floor, his head resting on the bed and his hand clutching onto mine. He was still asleep.

Just a view of his face is good enough for triggering the fire inside me as I recalled the way those hands of his dared to touch me. I pulled my head downwards to take a better view at his arm. It was bandaged.

I didn't know why but that bandage across his arms gave me a strange sense of satisfaction. The wound didn't seem severe but that wound brought me a sense of accomplishment. Next my eyes went to his hand that was strongly holding mine. I wondered exactly how many lives has he ruined using those hands. I felt like chopping that hand off his arm and burning it down to ashes. But I also knew that patience and tolerance is the key to escape from this monster, this sinister.

I removed my hand from the clutch of his and went on to freshen up.

I came out of the washroom to find Daniel not there and the door unlocked.

I peeped out of the door to see around. No, Adam wasn't around, which meant that I have to go downstairs alone, without a company.

I mustered up courage and came down the stairs. The living room was quite, in complete harmony. But then I looked at that black wall where those twenty frames were lined up one after the other and there he was, standing with his head facing the pictures, admiring his glorious achievements. With no covers on his upper body, his features were exposed to the sunlight that cascaded through the windows.

I tried ignoring him and escaping into the kitchen to find myself something to eat. But then I heard "I saw you."

I froze as I heard his footsteps approaching me. The nearer he came, the faster my heart started beating. A monstrous terror seized me as I wondered what is going to happen to me now that he is back to his senses. The next moment I felt a pair of hands going around my waist from behind. I turned my head to my right to take a glance and saw his face coming nearer and nearer. Clear, his pale white skin and a thin scar along his jawline. He slowly whispered nibbling along my right ear "What compelled you to do that princess?"

I bit my lower lip and then I spoke up "Y-Your touch makes m-me uncomf-fortable." I stuttered as the fear of the unknown raided my heart yet another time. But at the same time, I knew that it was the right time for me to speak up. I haven't known him long enough to predict his reactions or his actions but I had to do something.

"Why?" He inquired, tightening his arms around my waist.

"Y-You are a s-stranger." I replied back calmly and yet stuttering for an unknown cause.

"And what exactly would you want to - know - about - me?"- He questioned back as his lips went along the curve of my neck, moistening the area around and placing soft bites. My throat went dry but an unknown instinct compelled by hand to push him off.

Calm down Melissa, don't react.

However, my reflexes just wouldn't.

"Princess, I want to explore you, every single curve of your body, I want to know what you feel like, what you taste like, what you smell like and..." He now pulled me in, turning me around and brought his face near mine as he completed his sentence "....and make you mine."

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