END ROADS

CHAPTER 2: HIS POWER

I forced my tired eyes to open, my eyelids were so painful I even thought they would drop off. My eyes slowly began adjusting to the surrounding. The first thing I noticed were the strong metal bars in front of me. I tried to move my hands but I couldn't, I noticed that there were shackles suspending my hands above me. I struggled to move them but it's only blood that trickled from their wrist down my arms into my armpits. I gasped in pain, what the hell was I doing in a cell? I tried to move my legs but they had shackles too my legs were bleeding. I looked around there was nothing good to look at other than a grey solid wall after the narrow corridor separating the wall and the cell. My heart was going crazy, my mind whirled around like a tornado, I could not understand anything.

What happened? Where was I? Who was I fighting at night? Was it today? Yesterday? I had no idea if it was day or night in the first place. But what I knew for sure I was in danger more danger than I was before. I could feel it in my bones, I was in big trouble. The man I was fighting in the forest surely wanted to kill me, being alive meant I do been spared some time to live and maybe escape.

I laughed at the thought of escaping, how was that even possible. I was completely trapped in a cell. Suspended halfway in air with only my toes kissing the cold concrete floor. Well, I guess I was such a good dreamer, wasn't I?

A cold breeze brushing through my hair sent a cold chill down my spine. I lifted my head in fright looking around cautiously, my eyes met a small bulb dimly lighting the corner of the room I was in I spotted a huge male figure sitting on the weak looking table. His wide back was turned to me a v-shaped black t-shirt hugging his back. His grey sweat pants were stained with blood, his hands were so masculine balled against the ugly wood of the table. I didn't realize my breath was hitching and my heart slamming against my ribs loudly. If he's the one who captured me I had no hopes of living. He looked so strong, he could surely rip my lean body apart in seconds. The breeze in my hair became stronger I gulped a lump of saliva quickly trying to slow my heart that was going crazy at the moment.

Then I felt cold hands on my bare waist, what? Where the hell was my t-shirt? I looked down at myself, luckily I had my black laced bra on, and the denim trousers were intact too. I exhaled with the slightest relief. My head throbbed hard and a cold chill traced round my stomach circling and tracing around my navel. I held my breath my heart leaping to my throat. I glanced at the direction I had seen the man, he was not there, knots tightened in my stomach.

I felt a presence behind me, I was pretty sure I was going to pee on myself. A trace of cold fingers down my back made my heart cease beating, then a cold breath caressed my skin followed by a rough grip that was so demanding. I lost myself completely not sure of what I should be feeling, it was a mixture of agony and pleasure at the same time. Oh god, I was definitely going to lose myself, I felt a masculine body so close to mine. My back pressed against it, his warmth caressing my skin. Oh god no, I can't be feeling pleasure when am like this, in danger and worse, from a man I didn't know and was definitely going to kill me.
I strained my hormones, you need to listen to me, and you hear me? I scolded them mentally. They did me no good, as I tried to strain myself he traced his hands round my abdomen. I threw my head back gasping for air, my head landed in between his neck and shoulder. I closed my eyes tight as he traced his hands upwards to my shoulder then seductively curving it to my neck. He groaned I had no idea why, it definitely couldn't be me. Why was I even feeling like this?

"Tell me little one, who are you? I guess that is rude isn't it? Maybe I ask why you invaded my territory." Silence fell between us, the iciness of his voice made my throat run dry. "Are you not going to talk?" his voice was dark and venomous, promising pain and death.

"Are you not going to talk? Or should I make you do so?" he repeated even darkly

I seriously couldn't understand what he meant by territory, what had I gotten myself into?