Bound Together

Chapter 2

Nyla's pov
I wake with a jolt, my chest heaving and my body sweating as if I just ran through the rain. I slowly climb out of bed deciding that I need a shower. I step into the luxurious shower and moan at the amazing water pressure. I never want to leave this shower. I wonder if this is how a massage would feel? I realize as all of the makeup washes down the drain that I don't have a change of clothes. "Fuck!" I shout. Hopefully there's some makeup and a change of clothes in here. Sadly I stepped out of the shower that I swear was made by the gods. I dry myself off and rush over to the cabinet. I frantically open the hundred off cabinet doors and finally after what feels like an entity I find some. I cover my face and body singing in relief. If the men aren't already repulsed by me they definitely will be if they were to see the horrid marks that litter every inch of my skin. Leaving the bathroom and walking over to the closest i find it fully stocked. My eyes land upon a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. "Holy shit." I mutter to myself I have never felt something so smooth and soft on my skin. Just as I finish getting dressed the bedroom door opens and I jump back on instinct. Jack looks at me with questioning eyes but doesn't say anything.
"Dinners ready, let's go," he says. I nod my head and follow behind him keeping my head down. We reach the kitchen and I hold back a gasp. It's huge. The floors are a light brown wood color contrasting the dark forest green cabinets. The island is placed in the center with seven chairs surrounding. I stay standing afraid that if I sit down without permission I will be punished. Noah sets the plates down and the three men sit yet I still stand with my head down. I take a quick glance up and see them staring at me with a puzzled look.
"What is this not good enough for the spoiled mafia princess." Jack sneers. I don't say anything without bothering to correct him. If That's what they want to think of me then so be it.
"Sit." Jack orders. I take the seat furthest from them. The three start eating but I don't touch my food. I haven't been given permission to eat yet. I don't even know what this is, there's these longish yellow looking things with red sauce on top. It looks like brains. How are they eating this?
"Aren't you gonna eat?" Noah questions.
"Sorry I zoned out." I mutter. I pick my fork and grab some of the brain food. I put the food in my mouth and moan at the mouth watering taste. This is amazing! What is this masterpiece? I glance up to see all the men staring at me. There's a look I know a lot well in each of the men's eyes...lust. Fear blooms in my stomach and I set my fork down and place my hands in my lap with my head down.
"Aren't you going to eat more?" Damien questions. That's the first time I've heard him speak. I've never heard a voice so smooth but raspy and deep at the same time. I could listen to him talk all day.
"I'm full." it's the half truth, i want to keep eating but because i was barely fed one bite fills me up.
"You're lying." he says. I shake my head not wanting to speak anymore. I dont like talking alot because my voice is so raspy and ruined from the years of torture.
"May I be excused?" I ask with my head still down.
"Fine whatever." he says annoyed. I nod my head silently saying thank you and walk back to my room. I turn the lights on and notice a big black screen on the wall. How did I miss this earlier? What even is it? I see this weird looking thing with a bunch of buttons on it sitting on the nightstand. I press the big red button and the screen turns on.
"Woah." I mutter. This thing must be magic. I'm going to call it the magic box. Suddenly noise starts coming from the magic box and my eyes widen in amazement. People appear on the screen. How did they get in there? I rush over to the magic box and poke the screen, this is sorcery i tell you. Walking back over to the bed I get comfy and watch as the magic people talk and dance. I start to doze off and everything goes black.

Damiens pov
There's something off about that girl. I don't know what it is but something is not right. Don't get me wrong, she is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. Why is her voice so low and raspy? Why does she always keep her down? Why doesn't she do anything without having permission before she does it? Why did she only take one bite of food? Why do I have this overwhelming need to protect and hold her? My thoughts are interpreted by a blood curdling scream. I sprint from my bed and run down the hall, Noah and Jack do the same. I bust into her room and we all stop at the sight in front of us. She is thrashing around screaming. She keeps yelling for whoever she's dreaming about to stop. The shock wears off and we all three run over to her and shake her awake. She jolts up, her chest heaving and her breathing ragged. She glances around the room and her eyes land on us. She backs away, fear fills her eyes.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me!" she whispers. Jack, Noah, and I all glance at each other. Their facial expressions match mine, confused and concerned.
"Love, we aren't going to hurt you, I promise." noah says trying to soothe her but it does nothing to calm her down.
"Please leave." she mutters. My heart hurts as we walk out of her room.
"We need to talk." Noah and I speak at the same time. We walk toward the bar room. I pour each of us a drink.
"What the actual fuck was that?" Noah asks.
"I don't know dude.'' I replied.
"It's just a show. The spoiled mafia princess didn't get enough attention so she's seeking ours.'' Damien says.
"I don't think that was for attention. We are missing a lot of puzzle pieces." Noah says and I nod my head in agreement.
"Did you see how she reacted to being outside? It's like she's never gone outside and the way she reacted to the spaghetti. It seemed like she's never eaten it in her life. And her voice what's up with that.'' I speak in a rushed tone. Why am I so worried about this girl? I haven't even had a full conversation with her. "We need to find out more about this girl. Something isn't right. I can feel it in my gut."I say. They both nod their heads agreeing with me.
"I'm going back to bed. I'm too tired to deal with this bullshit." Jack stands up and angrily walks off leaving just me and noah.
"Is it weird that I'm drawn to her? Like I have this need to protect and cherish her." Noah says, rubbing his forehead.
"No, because I feel the exact same way." I replied. Noah sighs in relief knowing that he's not the only one. "I'm gonna go back to bed, try and get some rest." I say to noah. He nods his head and I walk to my room. I lie in bed restless for hours and finally after two hours my eyes close and I escape from the stress of my life.