I'm not yours ✔️

Captive, again.

"How are you feeling?"

I didn't answer. 

"Elizabeth, please"

No words came out. 

I touched my ring and tears threatened to come out again. I have to stop crying, it's useless. His words were useless, I didn't care about anything anymore. 

"Elizabeth, you need to eat"

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"Please, don't act like this"

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"I want you to get better"

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"Elizabeth..."

His nonstop words echoed far away from me. 

He had blindfolded me in the helicopter so I wouldn't know where we were. All I know is we are at a house, near a lake I guess. I hear a stream but no birds. Must be a few trees outside then. I stopped fighting him when he tied me to the bed in this room. He used a rope and  tied my wrists on either side of the headboard on the bed. That's when I froze. I haven't talked for days, only cried. Dimitri was dead. The man that I learned to love...is dead. Shot in cold blood and it's all my fault. 

The door opened once again and Lucius came in. He was holding a tray with breakfast. I turned my head the other way. I haven't slept for hours, did I stay awake the whole night? I heard him put the tray down on the nightstand then the bed sank. He was sitting next to me. Without my control my hands started shaking. I dug my face in the pillow, the best I could and held in a sob. Dimitri is dead...

A hand touched my shoulder and I flinched away. The hand didn't move away though, it grabbed my chin and forced me to turn around. My eyes hurt from all the crying but I think I don't have any left now. 

"You need to eat" he stated. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see his face. 

"Last chance, you said you'd cooperate" 

I bit my lip, trying to hold in all the nasty words I wanna throw at him. With a breath, I open my eyes. His black hair is curly and messy, and his cold eyes won't stop looking at me. 

"Go to hell" I spit out and move away from his touch. It wouldn't surprise me if he-

A slap knocks me from my thoughts, my right cheeks is burning. Like I said: It wouldn't surprise me if he would hurt me after that comment. What happened to all this crap about not hurting me? 

I rested my head deeper into the pillow, not commenting on his resent action. After a few moments my left wrist is untied. I turn to see him walking to the right side of me. He untied my right wrist too. I quickly sat up and moved closer to the headboard. 

He placed the tray in front of me. "Eat"

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"Elizabeth, please" he said gently.

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Next thing I know he pulls his gun on me, I jump at the sight of it. 

"Eat or else" he warns. I gulp but quickly reach for the bread on the tray. On it is some kind of a cream cheese? I look back at him and see his gun still pointed at me. I take a bite of the bread and focus on not shaking. My cheek still burns after his hit. I take another bite and wait for his gun to go away. I look back at him, waiting for something. 

He seems satisfied when I finish the bread but his gun is still pointed at me, making me very uneasy. I'm still wearing my scrubs. 

I look down and notice my wrists are turning purple.