I was in the middle of washing my hands when I heard the door to the room shut. Quickly, I snatched the bathroom door open and saw a woman I wasn’t familiar with. I rushed out of the bathroom.
“Hey, hey! Can you help me? I was kidnapped,” I blurted.
She ignored me and set the bag down then turned to leave.
“Hey! Wait.” I watched as she put her hand on the screen near the door. My eyes widened when she pulled it open and stepped out.
Hurriedly, I rushed to grab it just as it shut. “No, no!” I placed my hand on the same screen and it flashed red. When I tried to open the door, it remained locked. Pressing my forehead against the door, I pushed a heavy breath out.
When I opened my eyes again, I looked at the bag on the floor. Slowly I walked to it and kneeled down to look inside. There was a change of clothes and essentials I needed to finallyclean myself up. I picked the bag up and turned, noticing the tray on the bed. Right now food was the last thing on my mind. I was hungry but my appetite was nonexistent.
I turned and headed back toward the bathroom. Dropping the bag on the toilet, I started undressing, balling my nose up at the smell of my underarms. I went to the mirror and looked at myself. Dark circles under my eyes showcased my restlessness.
I clenched my fist. My blood rushed through my veins as heat rushed up my neck. “Damnit!” I sent my balled fist into the mirror repeatedly until it shattered. Warm liquid ran from knuckles down my wrist.
I stared at the broken glass covered in my blood, ignoring the pain throbbing from my hand.
I squeezed my eyes shut as my hand curled around the broken piece of glass under my pillow. While I wasn’t sure the first time, last night I knew Kairus had been coming in here watching me as I slept. I played it off, not opening my eyes, not sure what his motives were. He didn’t come all the time, but so far it had been twice that I was aware of.
I attempted to keep my breathing steady so he didn’t know I was aware he was in the room. I didn’t even know what his motives were coming to watch me.
His footsteps grew closer to the bed. My hand tightened on the glass. After shattering it, an idea came to me. If Kairus continued his visits, then maybe I could free myself.
I inhaled sharply when his knuckle brushed over my cheek. My heart stuttered in my chest and my stomach twisted, forming a large knot.
Mentally I counted down from ten before acting. Shooting up, I went to stab the glass into his neck but he was quicker. Grabbing my injured wrist, he twisted and applied pressure on it. I was already in pain due to shattering the glass earlier. I had wrapped and cleaned my wrist as much as I could with one of the towels from the bathroom. I winced in pain, feeling as if my bone was about to snap. The glass fell from my hand.
Kairus glared at me with his dark orbs and his mouth pinched tightly. “Let go,” I strained to get out. Tears clouded my eyes.
My eyes bucked when I felt a pinch in the side of my neck. I stared at Kairus who watched me with a blank expression as my eyes grew heavy.
I sat in the chair at the end of the bed as Azeira slowly came to. She groaned and her eyes fluttered open. She attempted to move her hands and sit up but the restraints stopped her.
“What?” she complained, pulling forward.
My mouth curled up and I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees.
“If you don’t relax you’ll bust your stitches,” I said.
Her eyes snapped to mine. “What the fuck!” She yanked and yanked.
My eyes narrowed on her. I towered over the bed with my arms crossed. “You thought you would get away with trying to kill me.” I tilted my head and ran my eyes down her body. She was breathing heavily, still struggling to get loose.
“Fuck you! I wish I would have succeeded,” she spat.
I chuckled lowly, lowering my hand and brushing it from her knee to mid-thigh. “Don’t touch me!” She went to move, but I gripped her thigh tightly. She tried to fight back a wince, which caused my insides to roar.
“Are you aware why you’re here?” I questioned, digging my fingers into her meaty flesh. She hissed and glared at me.
“I’m assuming it’s about money.”
“Smart girl.” I released her thigh and stared at my handprint. My markings on her looked good. Her skin was soft as velvet. The couple of nights I had watched her sleep, I was tempted to have her, but knew I was getting ahead of myself. I also realized an odor was starting to come from her which prompted me to finally allow her to shower properly. Brushing my finger over the mark, I snapped my eyes back to her face.
“Turns out your daddy doesn’t like to pay his debt when he should.” My voice grew lower. “I don’t take well to people having unsettled debt.” Her eyes fluttered when my finger moved higher. She pinched her lips together as her cheeks flushed. “It would be a shame if something were to happen to him because he couldn’t pay up. It’d be even worse if his precious little girl was collateral damage.”
Moving my hand to her center, I brushed over it. She snapped her thighs closed.
“You really are a monster,” she said tightly. “Don’t touch me.” Ignoring her, I pushed my thumb into her clit. A low moan fell from her mouth.
