Betrayed by my own

Chapter 8 - Confession

Day turns to night slowly making my capture just as pathetic as the training exercises my parents used to make me do, they never put me in a scenario like this. Just another thing they never did.

I've been thinking since my first night here about Callum's words. It haunts my sleepless dreams. It's like Deja Vu. My brain can't seem to place him in any memory yet he acts like I've known him my entire life. It doesn't add up at all. I have a theory of course but every time I ask him about my parents he ignores me and talks about himself. What an arrogant ass. Can't a girl get an answer around here?

Where do I even begin? It's been a week, possibly two, not really sure as I don't know when I woke up or what day it is now. I've learnt that the psychopath that's in love with me is Callum Morris. He doesn't talk much other than the threats and taunting the fact that I'm going to be here forever and there's no way out. Other than cutting my neck with a knife he hasn't done anything else. I think he's learnt that I will just kick him if he gets too close (which I will).

He brings me food when he comes to see me alongside a drink of his choice. Sometimes it's proper meals like steak and chips or fettuccine. Other times it's things like chocolates (usually chocolate covered strawberries) that he attempts to feed me. Never the odd occasion (everyday) he rants to me he'll bring champagne, wine or scotch. He'd pour himself a glass and then me a glass but then I have to listen to him tell me about his 'brutal' day. Like his day was so bad. I'm the one tied to a bed.

I'm still chained. It's like he believes I can magically get up and walk out when I haven't touched the ground in what feels like forever. He may be powerful and dangerous but he's a real dumbass in truth. The only time he lets me out of the chains is when I go and shower or someone comes in to change my bed, cleans and for some odd reason helps me change. I had to fight for all of this of course. I gave up and compromised in all fairness but now someone (usually him) stands outside the bathroom door when I go in there. I have no privacy whatsoever.

He's overly sweet. It's frustrating and disgusting at the same time. He calls me princess and looks at me like I'm the only woman he's ever seen. It creeps me out to be honest. The whole being kind thing is a facade of course because as soon as I say one little word that he doesn't like, he's back to the threats. Pretty sure he's a psychopath. Clearly he's not getting any better and I'm never getting out of here. So in conclusion, I'm trapped. I think that mentioning he tells me he loves me everyday is a bit much for me to wrap my head around too.

"Good morning princess" Callum trails in as Michelle (one of the maids) carries in two plates of pancakes and orange juice. A smug look is pasted on his face as he unchains Charlie, noticing the purpleness and bruising around her wrists. He sulks for a second before turning to Michelle.

"You may leave now," she disappears from sight within seconds. Turning his head back around to Charlie, his face is filled with confusion from her silence. By this point in the morning she would be making snarky comments and testing his patience just like he enjoys.

He clearly didn't like this side of her, after all she was the muse that kept him going. Knowing he could come back to her any time he wanted and there she would be all chained up for his delight. He didn't consider that the reason for her silence and unhappiness was because of him. It couldn't possibly be him. It must be the chains. In that sliver of a moment he decided they were to be taken away.

"Why so glum today princess?" he pondered. "Did somebody do something to you or is it the chains?". Charlie really wanted to tell him that he was the reason but that would be useless, she would lose food, hygiene privileges and she would have the chains on. At Least this way she gets food, showers and the chains off.