Held Captive

Promise

 Laylah's POV

I bang on the door but there's still no answer. I turn around and come face to face with Vixen's head of security. "Drew, open the door" I demand, not having time nor the patience for pleasantreas.

"I'm sorry miss, but my hands are tied." He quips. He clasp his hands in front of him and goes back to his designated position as if I was never there.

"Why?" I cross my arms. His expression is just as guarded as Vixens as he stares straight past me.

"Direct orders."

I stomp my foot at how vague his answers are.

"This is bullshit. What did he say?" 

He finally makes eye contact with me and scoffs, turning back to his job. Great. Guess i'll just call the son of a bitch then. I press on his contact and he answers on the first ring. "Having fun out there?" He laughs.

"Listen here asshole, if you're gonna kick me out at least let me get my stuff." 

He sucks in a breath and I hear a lot of rustling on the other end, "Who said I was kicking you out?"

"That's what this is, right? Or are you just bluffing" 

"I don't bluff." 

"So you're just a pussy then?"

I hear a low growl and jump as a loud bang reverberates off the walls of his apartment and the call disconnects. The door snaps open so quick I could have imagined it. He yanks me by my arm and slams the door.

I am then aware of the animal before me. I saw what he did to that boy at school. Who knows what he'll do to me. Shit, this is what I get for having a mouth on me.

He slams me up against the door and I yelp in pain as a sharp pain shoots up my left arm as it connects with the wood. He doesn't seem to care as he ground his nails into my skin.

"What the hell did you say to me?" He growls. I stare into his eyes and watch the anger shining in them. I know that the last thing I should do is use the thing that got me into this. But he doesn't get to hurt me and talk to me this way. Who does he think he is?

"Get your hands off of me." I look up at him. The same fire in my eyes. He leans into my ear, "Or what?" 

The blood rushes in my arm as he impossibly squeezes tighter. Tears well in my eyes and I try to blink them back. I refuse to cry at the hands of him. At least that's what I tell myself. 

"You're hurting me.." I can't help but whimper. 

"If you think this hurts, you have no idea.." He trails off and I gasp at his double meaning. 

"Like i'd ever get in bed with you" 

A menacing smile spreads across his features and he laughs, bitterly. "You don't have to."

Confusion washes over me and the first tremble of fear runs through me. I am officially in the hands of the devil. 

"What did you say to Neil?" I ask. A shot of pain runs up my arm as he tightens his grip. Which shouldn't be possible. One more notch and he would've snapped it in half. I'm sure he knows that though. My vision starts to waver as my arm goes numb from lack of blood flow.

"Did your little boyfriend go cry about it?" Vixen has a genuine smile on his face which creeps the hell out of me given the circumstances.

"What did you say?" I try to look menacing but can tell he's not taking me seriously. He leans into my ear, "I told him that you were warming my bed while you were gone. That he means nothing and you were only using him." he whispers.