Labyrinth

Chapter 9

Chloe's POV

I wake up at what I assume is early in the morning because the room is pitch black and I have two giants still holding me down. Their arms are like straps, over my waist, over my chest, everywhere.

I slowly try to get up, shuffling right up to the headboard and finally standing up, tiptoeing across the bed.

I didn't bring my phone in here because it's still in my bag and I hope that it had enough charge in it. I open the door and look into the hallway. There's no way I remember my way through it. But, I hate it when I don't know the time. I walk out and leave the door slightly open so it doesn't make too much noise closing and it's easier to get back in. And to tell which room it is.

I walk through hallway after hallway opening random doors but I can't find the office I was in yesterday. I decide to try and head back to the room. I'm trying to remember how I got here but this place is like a maze. Honestly, I feel like I'm just going around in circles.

"What are you doing?" A raspy voice comes from behind me.

"Shi- Nathaniel?" I call out.

He's leaning in a doorway, "Kitten."

"What are you-" I tried to question.

"I believe I already asked you something." God, I love his morning voice.

"What? Oh, right. I woke up." I answer. His hair is beautifully disheveled and he's got that morning glow on him. I only just realise that he's only in his boxers.

"Really? I thought that you were sleeping whilst snooping around the house." A lazy smirk crosses his features.

"How come you can be sarcastic?" I almost whine.

He walks closer to me, "Because, little girls like you shouldn't be rude and sarcastic, should they?" He's practically in front of me now, "Plus, we never said you couldn't."

"Yes, you did. It was in the rules." I argue.

"Since when do you listen to the rules? Are you finally being our good girl?" His voice dripping with mockery.

"I only got the rules yesterday." I rebut.

"Yet you've still broken them." His hand caresses my cheek.

"Not all of them," My voice grows quieter as I lean into his touch.

"Good girls don't break any." His hand slides down and wraps around my throat. His voice drips with mock sincerity. It's turning me on.

"I never claimed to be one." I mutter. Despite his hand still wrapped around my throat, his thumb rubs the skin underneath it.

"Evidently. You're not even acting like one now." His hand pulls me closer to him, removing all the space between us. My brows draw together in confusion. I haven't broken any yet. "Do you need Daddy to tell you?" His degrading tone and contrasting words don't help the throbbing.

"I didn't-" I cut myself off, sensing a trap.

"You didn't break any, Kitten?" Our lips are now centimetres apart, "So you're saying that Daddy's lying?" I shake my head. "So you lied to Daddy?"

"What rules did I break?" My voice barley audible.

"Smart Kitten." He praised, brushing his lips on mine, "Just think about your first sentence to me." He steps away from me and opens a door that was behind me, "Your bag's in there. I'll get breakfast ready."

With that, Nate turns and leaves, "Bloody Tease." I mutter.

I find my bag and take my phone out, checking the time. 6:34? It's a bit early. I look through the small amount of notifications. I leave the office and head downstairs into where I could hear clanging. I walk to the doorway and watch the sight in front of me. Nate is stood with his back to me, in front of the oven, dressed in nothing but joggers, resting low on his waist. Thomas is sat at the island in similar attire. When did Thomas wake up?