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Chapter Fifteen

Ava's POV

"Why not?"

Rivka asked as I continued to brush through my wet hair, the room was cool despite the warming temperature cooking everything outside, and I had freshly showered so I had no plan's in venturing out as Rivka put it. Especially not after the whole situation a few days before. I didn't want another run in with her brother the asshat, or his so called men, not after what had taken place. My body still felt sore after the ordeal and I just wanted to exist inside this room, far away from all of them.

As a human being I had rights. I had the right not to be treated like a fucking animal, The right to leave and never step foot in this place ever again. But was I granted that right? NO. I was still stuck here with no way out. I mean I could walk out with Rivka right now, but the thought of those men and their gun's left a bad taste in my mouth and an unpleasant feeling to settle deep inside my heart. Like who the hell was her brother? What kind of business was he in? Not the legal kind, I was sure of that. The amount of weaponry his men carried around with them was a fact that he was not just a regular man.

Plus the size of his house was something out of a gangster movie. But even though I had my reservations about him, I couldn't ignore the way my body began to act when around him. Stupid fucking hormones.

I was attracted to him, and not just physically but emotionally as well. And that scared the shit out of me more than any gun did. I had never been attracted to anyone before, men or woman that I grew up thinking I was damaged in some way. I mean, who doesn't grow up not having some sort of crush? Me, that's who. Anthony said that my clit mustn't be working properly, or that my Hypothalamus was damaged during birth. Asshole.

Whatever the reason was, I never felt the attraction towards another, till now that is. And a small, very microscopic part of me liked it. Ok, well bigger than microscopic but I didn't want to admit it out loud, because who in their right mind would feel anything like desire or lust over a man who is holding you hostage? Possibly I was suffering from Stockholm syndrome? But I haven't been his captive for that long. Well six months is a long time but I was in a coma since recently so this theory wasn't right. I was struggling with the emotions that were building up inside of me, that I was afraid if I did in fact see him again, my body would start reacting before my mind could kick in and shut it down.

"Ava? are you listening?"

I blink a few time's, my eye's catching her concerned one's looking back at me through the mirror on the Monalisa dresser I was currently sitting at. She had been my only source of human contact I have had other than Dr Samuel. But he doesn't stay and spend hour's talking to me, keeping me company. He just does his checks and bids me farewell. I understand though, he must be a busy man running around this huge place. Rivka had become a friend, and as crazy as it sounds I honestly have become to trust her.

"Sorry Rivka, but I just don't feel comfortable walking around this place."

Not when my body had no control around your deadly brother.

She smiled sadly before her shoulder's sagged. I watched as she moved off the bed and walked over to me, her tall frame stopping behind me as our eye's continued to make contact through the mirror.

"You have nothing to worry about Ava, nothing like that will ever happen again, you have my word."

She placed her gentle hands on top of my shoulder's while nodding to reassure me. But it didn't work. How could she be so curtain that what had happened wouldn't happen again? Plus I needed to keep my distance as much as possible from him till I was free to leave. Whenever the hell that was.