Imprisoned Affair

Ten

[Warning; this chapter gets increasingly sexually graphic. Read at your own discretion]

I wake up with Ryan behind me, his arms wrapped around my belly. I hear faint snoring echoing behind my ear. I wiggle my bum to try to loosen his grip around me. As I do so, the snoring slowly turns into moans.

"Mm good morning." I hear a whisper behind me. "So, are you still mad at me? Is your silence finally over Princess?"

"I guess so. I can't ignore your annoying ass forever." I say as he laughs. "But if I do decide to continue whatever this is, you have to promise me one thing."

"What might that be?" He questions while sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

I turn my head so that I can look at his face. "That we're getting out."

He continues rubbing his eyes, not phased by my statement. "I told you there is no out. I can't possibly promise you that unless I promise your death at the same time." He speaks so 'matter-of-factly'.

"Can you at least promise me you'll try? I can't stay here any longer. I don't want to be a part of this terrible place, not to mention how boring it is."

He immediately takes his hands off his eyes and shoots me a glare. "Boring? So what we're doing is boring to you?" Of course, the only way to get his attention is to bruise his ego. Ah, men...

"It's not you that's boring. It's the environment. Wouldn't you want to wake up in a bed next to me with the sound of birds chirping or even just a little sunlight or something?" I look at the curtain on the wall behind Ryan knowing that there's no window and every morning we wake up to complete darkness. I sit up and look towards the front door. "Wouldn't you want to take me out for breakfast or to a movie? We can do things like go on walks or do a puzzle or cook together or anything but just sit around and watch t.v. all day!" My head hanging, I look down at the bed sheets, hopeless. A tear slides down my cheek and hits the bed, making a perfectly round spot on the gold sheets. "Not to mention you wouldn't be part of anything illegal anymore. The fact that we are in this place makes us a part of it. I want to get it shut down and the men out in prison."

Ryan touches my hand and my nerves jump at the connection between our skin. "Look, if it makes you feel any better, I can try. I'm not promising you anything though. And chances are, my tries are not going to be enough. I've seen the security around here. There's a reason why this place has been up and running for so long. Do you know how many times the cops have come knocking on our door? They have plan A's all the way to plan Z's. They have friends in the force that will keep them from ever being brought in."

"You said you go out for jobs, right? Why can't you just leave during one of those?" I ask.

"You see this?" He lifts up the hem of his pants to reveal a thin black cuff around his ankle. How hadn't I seen that? "It's a tracker. It traces my steps. Even if I manage to take it off, I signed a contract. The contract states that if I ever tried escaping or betraying this company in any shape or form, he can kill me. I was always so terrified of that contract. And I had nowhere to go anyways; no reason to leave. Until you came in."

"Why don't I have one?" I ask.

"The same reason why I don't think we will make it out of here in one piece; security here is ridiculously high. There's no chance of a girl ever getting out. Whereas guys like me, we can get out for a few hours. But they don't fully trust us so they track us."

I think about what he said for a bit. Then I come to the conclusion that I am getting out of here, with or without him. Dead or alive, at least I tried.

"I'm giving you five days. After that, I'm leaving while you're asleep. I'm getting out of this place one way or another. You can join or you can give up." I turn towards him to observe his reaction. He has none. He just stares at me with a blank expression, clearly thinking about what to say next. He stays silent for a whole minute, just staring at me.