Trapped

Chapter 3

~Y/N POV~

I jolted awake as the cell doors banged open again. I didn't even realise I fell asleep.

The two guards as before threw what appeared to be an unconscious Hanuel into the room and slammed the doors shut again with the same loud thud.

I scambled on all fours towards Hanuel to check on him. He laid on his side with his back towards me and he wasn't moving but I could tell he was breathing by the way his back would lightly rise and fall.

When I approached him I turned him to lay on his back and gasped when I saw his face for the first time. His right eye was swollen so much I doubt he would be able to open it and he had multiple bruises to his face, especially aroudn the cheeks. But a nasty gash on his left eye brow and at least two cuts on his lip.

He looked a mess.

Clearly beaten to a pulp if you ask me.

My shaking hands hovered over his face. I wanted to touch him to make sure he's at least okay but I couldn't bring myself to in case I brought him more pain.

"Hanuel?"

My voice could only whisper his name. I'm so scared about this situation that I'm lost to what I can do to help this man. I don't want him to die even if he is a stranger to me. In a way he defended me when Lex grabbed me. And in return this happened.

Hanuels eyes suddenly shot open, well eye. The swollen eye I suspected wouldnt open, didn't.

It took a moment for his eye to gain focus but when it did his gaze softened. I found myself smiling at the man but I dropped it when his eye landed on my cheek. His brows furrowed when he reached up to my cheek and gently grazed his finger to my skin.

"What happened? He hit you?" Haneul

A gasp left me and my hand shot up to my cheek. Remembering suddenly that Lex slapped me when I tried to run.

I nodded but chose to ignore my cheek and brushed some of his dark hair off his forehead.

"It's nothing compared to yours. What did they do to you?"

Still I was whispering. I couldn't help it but I felt like it brought more calmness and peace in the room if I did. Considering how beaten this man was.

But his eye zoned in on my cheek and tried to push himself up onto his elbows. I tried to stop him so he can lay down and rest but he swatted my hands away.

"Why did he hit you?" Hanuel

Sitting on my knees I leaned back but dropped my head to my chin to look down to my lap.

"I tried to run. I'm sorry."

"Why?" Hanuel

I couldn't look at him. The thought of trying to run without him makes me feel guilty. And yet I keep having to remind myself I only just met this man.

"The door was left open so I tried to take my chance. I fail obviously."

"No." Hanuel

His voice deepened and it forced me to look back at him. Confused at his one word he spoke to me. But he simply narrowed his gaze to my cheek before meeting my eyes with his dark ones.

"I meant why are you sorry for trying to escape?" Hanuel

I blinked at him, stunned and speechless.

Hanuel tilt his head to the side and managed to push himself up to sit on his ass. Groaning in pain as he did he still managed but reached out to me and pushed a strand of hair behind my ear.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. I would want you to take the opportunity to run if it came. Don't let me stop you." Hanuel

Again I said nothing and focused on his face. I couldn't take my eyes off him and despite all his cuts and bruises, even with the swollen eye. I found him damn hell attractive. Although his vest was now torn down the middle exposing more of his bare chest but I couldn't gawk. Now wasn't the time.

"Besides we barely know each other. I would of done the same." Hanuel

He shrugged and it totally ruined the quiet yet intense moment we had just staring at each other.

My shoulders dropped and I found myself slightly disappointed. For one he had a point, he don't know each other. We just technically met. And two I felt disappointed he would willingly run from me if I was beaten the way he was. But that just builds guilt within me because I tried to run and leave him here without so much as a thought.

I nodded at him and slid myself backwards until my back hit the brick wall once again. This spot seems to be my comfort spot and the only place I feel comfortable in the cell.

Hanuel stays in the middle of the room, sitting up right but staring at me with a small frown. It seemed he was a little disappointed himself that I moved but I did and I couldn't bare myself to look at him again. So I curled my legs up to my chest and hugged them tight.

"Are you in any pain?"

I asked him without looking at him. Of course he would be in pain. Such a silly question. And yet he just humms and I heard him shuffle towards the far away wall on my right. I didn't bother to watch him as a part of me stung at his words.

It confused me and yet my mind was filling with thoughts on him when I should be more focused on getting out of here or wondering what the hell Lex was going on about.

My chin rested above my arm that I placed over my knees and I sighed softly.

I want out of here. I want to go home and be wrapped up in my covers in the comfort of my own bed. Luckily I don't have any pets or I would be worried out of my mind about the length of time I may be in here. I don't have family that will look for me nor will I have friends that would be worried about my sudden disappearance. I work at home and the only thing I have that relies on me is my cactus called Mike.

Yeah. I named my cactus but I don't care.

No way would I get a pet. I'm not that capable of caring for a living breathing thing. So a cactus seemed fitting.

But right now I curse myself out for stepping foot outside my apartment for a meeting with my boss that apparently couldn't be done online.

The sudden dawn on me that I remember what I was doing before I found myself here crept in. And I lifted my head at the realisation.

I didn't even make it to meet my boss.

My boss never requests to meet in person. There's no need to as long as he is getting his money on the products I sell for his behalf. Crap.

What if he never requested to meet me and this was all a trap??