Restrained

Ivy

I wake up from my arms burning like fire. I lay in bed, not wanting to move, thinking about last night. Leo. I sigh. I count the days we've been held captive here. Three days I think. I wonder if anyone is looking for us. Do they even know that we're missing? I roll my eyes to the dark ceiling. They probably think that me and Leo ran away together. I sit up and groan as the movement pulls on my stitches. I get up anyway, ignoring the pain. I go to the bathroom and brush out my hair and teeth with my left hand. It takes me longer, but I manage, wincing as it pulls my stitches again. Soon after I finish, I go to the drawers and blindly grab a dress from the drawer. I change into it carefully and close the drawer. I walk to the closet and look at the shoes. Maybe if I wear heels he'll have mercy and let me rest. For today at least. Maybe he'll feel sorry for me. He stabbed me yesterday, so he should. I put on a pair of black heels with black ankle straps. I look down at my painted toes. I wonder if we'll do anything different today. I hear a rapid knock on the door, and I walk over to open. I look to see Raz standing there with his hands behind his back, waiting for me. He looks over to my stitched up arm, but he can't see anything because the dress has black sleeves going to my wrists.

"Good morning child." Raz greets me.

"Good morning." I reply, trying to be polite.

"Follow me." He says, as he turns around and starts walking away.

I follow him down the halls as we walk into an empty room. I follow him in the empty black room and see a guard standing in the middle of the room, holding a pair of long sticks. My heart starts pounding in my chest, and I feel my face flush a deep red. I walk behind Raz as he walks to the guard.

"This is my son, Maz." Raz introduces him.

I watch in awe as he bows his head. He lifts his head back up, looking at me. I gasp as he speaks to me.

"You can call me Maz. And you are?" He asks.

I feel my face fish a deeper red.

"Ivy."

He smiles at me and somehow, I manage to blush harder than anyone ever has. My face feels like it's flaming. Hopefully he can't tell. This man is gorgeous. I tear my eyes off at him, and look over at Raz. He probably thinks I'm a creep by now. Way to go Ivy. I scolded myself.

"My son will help you with your lessons. Unfortunately, I have other business I must attend to." Raz informs me, looking over to his son. "Do as instructed, son." Raz tells him.

Maz bows his head.

"Yes father." He replies.

He lifts his head back up as Raz walks away, leaving us alone.

"Did you really hold a knife to my father's throat?" He asks me in disbelief.

He holds out one of the sticks to me, and I take it from him.

"Yes, I did matter of fact." I tell him, resisting the urge to stick my nose in the air.

Maz laughs once.

"We'll see if you can get lucky to come close to me." He says.

I roll my eyes at him.

"Won't these break?" I ask, holding up the stick.

"No. They're made from the strongest wood. Only my father and a couple of his closest guards know what they're really made out of." He explains as he takes his stance. "Why are you here?" He asked me, swinging his stick at mine.

I smack my stick against his, making loud pop come from them.

"I guess only your father knows that too." I replied. He smacks his stick into my stitches. "Ow! What was that for?" I hissed at him.