Autumn's Bounty (LukaxReader) (AdrienxReader)

Chapter Twelve

It had been five days since Amante holed me up in this cabin, five days of putting on a sweet, warm act for him, five days of gaining his trust.

I somehow convinced him that we needed a home phone to call all of our relatives to invite them to our wedding, and he caved.
I sat on the couch, watching the television while Amante chopped wood for our fireplace. I looked out the window, making sure he was still out there before switching the channel to the news.

"Don't be bemused, it's just the news!" The reporter chirped. "Today marks day five of the missing persons case of Maybelle Dubois. We ask that if anyone sees her, they report it to the police immediately." She remarked.

I sighed, Amante had obviously made the phone unable to call emergency services, I had tried several times before.
But something caught my eye, as the news was being broadcast in front of the Dupain-Cheng bakery.
Quickly glancing out the window, I grabbed the phone, dialing the bakery's blurry number from a window sign.

"Boulangerie Patisserie, Marinette speaking, how may I assist you?" A woman answered.

My heart skipped a beat, I looked around cautiously as I whispered, "Mari! Thank god, it's me, Maybelle!"

A gasp was heard from the other side. "Maybelle! Oh my god, where are you? Everyone's been looking for days!" She shouted.

I heard a door open, and I dashed to the hallway closet.
"Please help," I started, hearing footsteps grow closer. "Please, I'm-"

The hallway door was yanked open, a very angry Amante staring down at me.

"I'm in a cabin outside of Paris, somewhere near Prov-!" I cried, Amante snatching the phone out of my hands and throwing it against the wall.

I choked back a sob as he grabbed me by my arm and tossed me onto the floor.

"You should never have done that!" He boomed.

I yelped, scrambling to get to the kitchen, where I grabbed a vase and backed up against the counter.

"What do you think you're going to do with that?" Amante sneered, stomping my way.

"S-stay back!" I warned as I raised the vase, ready to throw it.

Amante just laughed and plucked it from my hands, towering over me. I took the chance to swipe at him with a small pearing knife that I had held behind my back just moments before.

He dropped the vase, and held his cheek, which bled freely. Slowly, he looked at his bloodied hand, growing visibly angrier.

"You bitch! I'll teach you some damn manners!" He bellowed, grabbing my armed hand and squeezed hard, making me drop my only line of defense.

Amante grabbed me by the collar and shoved me against the basement door before opening it, and pushing me down the stairs.
I knocked my head a good few times, and scurried to my feet, taking a defensive stance, my heart pounding in my ears as he walked down the steps.

"They know where I am! They'll- they'll find me!" I cried.

Amante scowled, "No one is going to find you, you're mine and mine only!" He yelled, backing me up against the concrete wall.

"No, Luka will find me, and he'll save me from you, you crazy freak!" I screeched.

"You stupid brat," he spat, taking hold of my hair with both hands. "If he truly loved you, he would've saved you by now." He declared.

"Now go back to sleep." Amante said flatly, and before I could get a word out, he slammed my head against the concrete.

My vision went spotty, and my head ached, warmth seeping out.
"Luka.." I wept, unable to keep my eyes open any longer, I let darkness take me.