In Your Clutches

Part 2: Lacking The Warmth

AMELIA

Seriously?

They were going to leave me all alone in a such a place where I didn't know shit.

And my dad is forcing me to marry some mysterious dude that I had never seen in my entire life. I sighed.

And to top it all up, they tied me up, so that I wouldn't keep banging on the door. My wrists were getting bruised due to the tight grip of the ropes against them. I wriggled my hands to somehow get out of them but to no avail.

Well, you can't really expect much of strangers, I guess. Especially those kind of strangers who kidnap you and are likely to kill you, any second.

My eyes were tired due to the lack of sleep and my eyelids were dropping close on their own. Not being able to control my sleepiness, I propped my head on my shoulder and drifted off to an uncomfortable sleep.

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I felt hot breath on my face. Someone was breathing. And they were very close to me. Then I felt them trail a hand through the lose tendril of my adamant hair that had accidentally fallen on my face. They pushed it back and softly caressed my face. The breathing became more audible and closer to me. My eyes flickered open. I looked directly into dilated deep blue eyes, that were glazed.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I lashed out angrily.

He quickly backed away from my face, and I sighed in relief. He was way too close for my liking.

"Boss told me to untie you and show you your room," he said with a wink.

"Oh, yeah? And how were you planning to do that? By almost kissing me?" I asked him defiantly, I was seriously so tired of all this non-sense, and here was this psychopath.

I just wanted to go home with my Dad. And I had to think of a plan to do so too.

"Maybe? But then you woke up and ruined the fun." he replied with a cocky grin as he bent down to untie the ropes around my wrist.

I just rolled my eyes at his remark and waited for him to completely untie me. As soon as my hands were free I winced in pain. They were completely red and bruised and it hurt.

"Oww..." I sucked in a sharp breath at the burning pain as I slowly started rubbing my fingers over my wrists.

"Weak," the mighty Hercules muttered under his breath but I heard it anyway as he looked at me with narrowed eyes.

I ignored him because I was way too tired to reply to him. I didn't have much energy left, my limbs and my head hurt.

"Follow me." he ordered and started leading the way. Without answering him, I silently followed.

I also took that time to observe him.

He had a slight stubble growing on his face as if he had forgotten to shave that day. He was quite muscular and tall. He had short dark brown hair that was neatly styled with gel, unlike Asher's.

He wore a black button-up shirt that he had purposely not buttoned up 'till his neck, and stopped mid-way between his chest. He'd also rolled up the cuffs of his sleeves, revealing perfectly toned and veined arms. He had deep ocean blue eyes that kept staring right into mine within every ten seconds.

We were out of the dark, mysterious garage and into the patio where there was a very strange sense of silence. Perimeter of the grounds was patrolled by armed security, and every inch of the property was wired with cameras, security lighting, and motion sensors.