Under Control

Ch 28: The Past

Amilia pov:

Being stuck here is awful but it has gotten better. The past couple weeks have been nicer than the beginning was.

I was to stay in my room or the library, no in-between. A guard was posted at my door at all times, just as one would follow me everywhere. I was allowed three meals, each one portion controlled by him. I was even required to shower everyday and be dressed according to whatever he likes.

This wouldn't be so bad to continually do for the past two months if it wasn't for his constant stare. I could feel his gaze on me, eating me alive and making my skin crawl. I have been too close to being manhandled by him to count, each one being thankfully saved by a meeting or someone visiting.

It's only a matter of time before I'm not saved. That means I need to leave. I've been trying to figure out a way or plan to escape. So far the only thing I've gathered is that night time is the best time to do so. Considering guards take breaks more often and rarely checked to see if I was asleep or not.

That would be helpful if I could find a way out, but I can't. The windows are locked and sealed off, the drop is high, and there are alarms set uo if i manage to somehow. Once I can figure out how to get past all those then I'll be okay.

For now it's night and I'm already showered and dressed for the night in a simple light pink nightgown. Exiting my room with a guard following me to the downstairs kitchen to eat. I'm still hungry from the tiny meal last night.

Mike sat at the head of the table, sipping a cup of whiskey and reading something on a tablet. I sat myself in my seat and waited as a maid delivered the food to me. I ate slowly and ladylike so as to not upset the fragile man.

"You look stunning today, Amilia." He smiled and let his disgusting eyes roam my body.

"Sure." I finished my food and readied to leave but a guard stopped me. Turning my head to look back at him I found a cruel smile on his lips.

"Y'know I haven't been enjoying the constant attitude you've been giving." He stood and walked closer to me.

"What do you mean?" I gave an innocent smile, hoping it would keep him calm.

"Don't play dumb with me Amilia." His hand shot out and grabbed my chin roughly. Making me look him in the eye as he scoffed at my little charade.

"I should beat you for your little games." He threw my face away and stared at me, his gaze growing colder by the second.

"You should be thankful. I could have killed you sooner, I should have. Your life belongs to me." He sounded mad and deranged with each word. I moved my eyes from him, looking at anything else but him.

"Look at me when I speak to you!" His hand connected with my cheek. I held the spot he hit, soothing the pain away.

"Speak when you are spoken to." Another strike sent me to the floor. He grabbed me by the hair and repeated it again and again. It wasn't till I tasted blood did he stop.

"Sorry." I mumbled, my face in pain from his abuse.

"I think you need to be taught who you belong to." He had his guards lift me up and drag me away. I was confused till they started pulling me towards his room.

I struggled and thrashed in their grip, hoping to get out of it by some chance. When I did I ran to mine, praying that they wouldn't catch me. It failed when a guard down the hall stopped me and threw me to the floor.