His Sweet Victim

o the stairs. He stops at the second door on the left and slips a key in to unlock it, revealing a large, quite cozy-looking

d my heart drops again when I realize th

e the hell ar

t even a tiny one at the top of the wall

bathroom or closet. It's really just a guest bedroom, not a room we lock up hostages in. We hav

rtable room and bed, with an accessible bathroom. The lack of windows is a complete downer, there is no way I can escape if I'm locked

t supposed to sit in

stay here, until Lucien hears from you

believed, and wasn't able to collect his debt. Since he has been recently released, he has come back for what he is owed, and I am the bargaining chip to make sure he gets everything he wan

ing through the door a few seconds afterwards, as if he had been standing on the other si

3-4 hours until dinner is ready, and one of us will bring it to you," he says, not stepping into the room entir

ation, dreading the fact that I was too stupid to listen to my father. If I had even just one bodyguard as

r, be quiet and behave until then." He strides out of the room and surprisingly closes the door quietly. I heave a sigh when another heavy lock falls. I am once agai

e to land myself in this kind of situation. I look around the room, noticing the half-opened door that looks like it leads to a small bathroom, and a closed d

ls lurking in the house, having full access to my locked room. I check the bathroom door and cheer when I see it has a lock

the sink a matching cream colour. There is a stand-up shower, with fogged windows and doors, the tiles surrounding the bottom are white, but the back of the shower is the s

has become. There is no way it's going to heal in just a day or two, I have to get ice on it right away. I cursed myself for not saying something to Ashton, but t

ou're never going

or clean clothing if I'm staying for the week. Am I supposed to wear the same thing eve

easily, completely unlocked. I know for a fact I had locked it

someone walked in on me,

nothing seems to be misplaced from what I can remember. I walk over and check the bedroom door,

ked it again when they left.

walls and white wood furniture. Despite no window, when I first arrived, the room seemed cozy. Now it feels bland and empty. I am coming to the full r

inner in 3 hours. No books or even a magazine. The lack of windows is even more depressing; I don't even have a

it swings open, revealing Lucas holding a steaming plate of steak and ve

ys and places everything on the small end table next to me. I bite my lip, unable to say anything, not even a thank you. My mind is s

e to remain quiet, a troubled look on his face. His silence answered me much louder and clearer

y of unknown books by authors I had never heard about. Their covers were tattered and worn, telling me of their age and experience. I decided on a book by

mouth when I took a bite of the tender meat. I devoured the plate before I could finish the first chapter and sprawled out on the bed

m the reality of the world you're living in. Despite my bizarre and dangerous situation, I was still able to relax

manor, right down to the clothes I wore on my back. Everything was so perfect, glorious down to the last detail. I never wanted any of it, I never felt like I fit into my own life

like comfortability, entertainment, oh and not being held hostage in a windowless room. Would I have run away? I was almost done school, my par

ifferent country for a year, and be a different person, complete