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Chapter 6

Marcella

This time my eyes snapped open instead of gradually coming to consciousness like last time.

I looked around the room to make sure no one else was there and relief filled me to see myself alone in this enclosed space. There wasn't any window but there were two doors and I was pretty sure that one of them led to a bathroom. I moved my arms, grateful to feel them move. My mind filled with images of myself chained to my panic and nausea moved up my throat and immediately left the bed and aimlessly ran towards a door. Grateful that it opened and more grateful when I saw the toilet I fell and heaved everything that my stomach had.

My sides hurt as I continued to puke my guts out and tears covered my eyes. The only thing I could think of was what was going to happen to me.

My life did a complete one-eighty. At one point I was happy and calm and the next I was filled with terror and distress.

My mind started to divert to Ana but I wouldn't go there. Not yet. There was so much going on and to think of her betrayal would send me over the edge.

I cleaned the filth and used the rusty bathroom as carefully as I could, worrying that my weight would break the frail toilet.

After washing my hands I didn't lift my face to look at the mirror afraid of what I would see and turned around. I stood in the doorway and looked around the room I was trapped in. It was dark in here with just a small light bulb turned on in the center of the room.

The walls were dirty and I was sure the stain was dried blood. In the center of the room there was the steel bed I was put in and right in front of the bed was a wooden chair. A chair now that I think of was where the devil sat, looking at me in all of my misery.

I shook myself and didn't even take a step towards the other door knowing it was my way out. I know it's locked and I know me exerting my energy and breath screaming at him to let me out would do no good. I wanted to save every ounce of energy I have and come up with a plan.

I had to get out of here and I will. I’ve had enough of being a puppet in everyone's shitshow.

I moved towards the bed to lie down but immediately the door behind me banged open. My heartbeat sped as I turned back faster, making my already drowsy mind more wobbly.

My heart sank as I saw the large familiar figure of the man who dragged me here.

I tried to calm my heart but I was sure even from such a distance he could hear my heartbeat perfectly.

He had a tray in his hands and he took a step forward. My instinct was to move back. Create as much space as I could between the two of us but my newfound strength and resolve wouldn't let me. Instead, I tilted my chin up in defiance, and what could be a smirk reflected on his face.

He shook his head and set the tray on the chair. “Finish this by the time I come back for it. If I see anything on this tray unfinished, you will be starved till the day you are on your own.” his scary voice was enough to shake my insides in fear but I did not acknowledge his words.

“I want to meet Knight.” I was proud of my voice. It did not shake and held even a little but enough strength that the big guy had to do a double-take. It was almost comical to look at the surprise on his face.

“Not a good idea.” His gruffed voice held steel as if I wanted to meet my captor. It was the worst thing in the world.

“Neither was kidnapping me but that didn't stop you fuckers, did it?” I do not know where this confidence was coming from but I liked it. I just had to make sure this new Marcella stayed for my encounter with Knight.

Something flashed in the big guy's eyes and he let out a chuckle. Which thank God wasn't as scary as his previous laughs.

I turned my back to him, facing the rusty bed, and said, “You can leave now Big Guy, but the next time the door opens, I expect Knight to be there instead of you. Kind of getting tired looking at your face.” I didn't have to look at him to know I’d shaken him enough to inhale a sharp breath.

But fate is a bitch. Because the answer I got back was not from Big guy himself.

“Well that's no way to speak with someone, is it mia belleza?”

Fuck fuck fuck. As I said, fate is a bitch.

I did not turn around but I couldn't stop my body from tensing. I heard the sound of the door closing and felt myself physically deflate, it was just us now. Why was it easier for my confidence to shine in front of big guy and not him. I wanted to turn around and hit him with my sass but I couldn't even find it in myself to turn around and face him.

His presence screamed for him. He didn't have to announce himself as just being in the room spoke volumes for him

Heat radiated in my back and I knew he was right behind me now. The reaction my body gave surprised me. It wasn't fear but something I wasn't accustomed to.

“What is it for that you asked for me?”

Fire coursed through me, and everything turned ice cold and boiling at once as his breath fanned the side of my neck. He wasn't touching me anywhere but his presence rooted deep within me. I shouldn't feel this way about my captor.

I tried not to acknowledge him but something made my head turn to look at him. Startled by the proximity between us. Something happened inside of me as I looked into his amazing eyes that were now becoming increasingly familiar every time I look into them.

My eyes caught his incredibly deep scar that started from his temple down to his cheek but that did nothing to diminish his gorgeousness.

I shook myself and moved forward to escape his captivating glaze but his hands grabbed my hips, dragging me to his body. A gasp escaped me but his sharp intake of breath did not forgo my notice. “What are you doing?” What was happening to me? My voice which should be shaking with fear was now shaking with something else. Something became alive inside of me that I thought I always had with Mack.

His fingers circled on the exposed skin on my waist and it was then I realized how exposed I was to him at this time. I was still wearing a tank top with shorts that was my usual sleepwear. “I asked you a question mia belleza. And I don't like repeating myself.” To show that not only his words held warning but also his actions as his fingers increased its pressure on my skin. Not enough to bruise but enough to alert me that I was walking on thin ice.

“Let me go and I will tell you.” I was happy with my words but not with the minor shake to them. Because nothing escapes when it comes to Knight.

His chuckle stirred my hair. “And what gave you the indication regarding your current situation that you can tell me what to do, Marcella Stark.” His use of my name was supposed to intimidate me and he was succeeding.

“The fact that there is a purpose I'm here.” I somehow freed myself from his grasp and turned to look at him. I had to crane my neck to look up at him but made my words clear. “And it's clear you can't harm me until I fulfill that purpose.” I crossed my arms and took a few steps back because no matter how brave I sounded he was still a danger to me. “Now you need to tell me what that is so I can be done with it and get the hell out of here.”

There was a sudden stillness in the room as he just stood there with his hands in his pockets looking at me. His face was ice cold but his eyes held something new for him. I recognized that as amusement if I wasn't wrong. It irked me in the worst way possible that I amused him but I did nothing.

He shook his head, a few strands of his dark silky hair fell on his forehead which annoyingly increased his beauty. I internally huffed at my stupidity and turned and gave him an evil eye.

“My my. My beauty has claws.” He stepped forward and didn't stop even as I moved back. I fell on the bed as he bent down to loom over me. His hands were on the side of my thighs now.

“I am not yours.”

His smirk was nothing but evil as he moved his mouth closer to mine. I turned my face to the side to evade his closeness. “Now that's where you’re wrong mia belleza.”

He suddenly straightened and moved a few steps back. I did not bother turning towards him as I asked “What do you want from me?”

He was facing the door to my escape now, moving to it when my voice stopped him. He didn't bother turning to me but somehow found me worthy of his answer. “You will know when I think you’re ready to know.” He turned around when he was outside the room. “Till then, have a great stay here Marcella Stark.”

I was ashamed of the tear that escaped my eyes and more so when I saw his eyes tracing that tear as the door shut after him.

He was too strong for me. I had to leave before I fall into something that would be the end of me.

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