Forever Tempted (Rewriting)

Chapter 5

Maxine

I've been locked inside of this room for two days now. I'm about to go insane. I haven't eaten any of the food that was brought to me. I was tired and miserable. My eyes were shut, I was laying on back, barely moving, to weak to do anything else.

I turned my head towards the door, hearing the sound of heavy footsteps that came louder with each second. Was it him? I forced myself up from the bed and slowly made my way behind the door. The footsteps came to a halt and the person inserted the key, unlocking the door.

With my back against the wall, I waited behind the door. The door opened and the moment his body came into view I used the last of my strength and kicked him behind the knee. To my surprise he quickly found his composure and turned around before I could react.

He shut the door and pushed me back against the wall. He smirked, cornering me as he grabbed my chin with his fingers. The warmth of the gloves he was wearing pushing against my skin.

"That was a weak attempt, you could've done better than that." he purred.

"Now you finally decide to show up?" I spat and pushed his hand away.

"Do you get your temper from your father?" he asked, putting some distance between us.

My eyes widened when he mentioned my father and I glared at him with hatred. I'm nothing like my father. Nothing.

He looked at me and tilted his head in amusement, noticing my reaction . " I never thought a Russo would go as low as to hunger out themself. Just look at you." his eyes glanced over my body causing a strand of his brown hair to fall over his eye.

My chest moved up and down from the big breaths I was taking. He stared at me, watching my every move.

"Bring it in." Adrian said looking back at the door. The door clicked open and a elderly woman, carrying a bowl walked in.

He looked back at me. "It seems. I'll just have to force it down your throat then. I can't have you dying on me."

"You think I'm that stupid? I know you poisoned it." I glared.

"Why would I go through so much trouble?" he shrugged, picking up a single strawberry from the bowl. The elderly woman nodded in respect and put the bowl down walking out leaving me alone with him again.

He pointed the strawberry towards me. "I'm not eating that"

He took a step closer and lifted my chin, forcing me to open my mouth. He puts the strawberry in my mouth and I bite down. If it wasn't for the piece of material, he'd probably have missing fingers right now. He pulled away slightly hissing at the pain.

He grabbed the back of my head, his fingers tugging on my hair as he glared at me. He opened his mouth looking like he wanted to say something but shut it again.

I winced in pain and struggled to push him away since I haven't eaten two full days. I hated myself and I hated the fact that I was in my vulnerable state, unable to fight back.

He sighed, releasing his grip and pulled away. "I'll be back later. By then you better have finish that bowl."

He opened the door and closed it behind him, locking it yet again. I waited until he was completely gone before letting out a breath and putting my hand on my forehead.

I looked at the bowl that was on the table in the corner of the room. My stomach growled and I knew it wouldn't take long for me to give into temptation.

I walked towards the table, picking up the bowl. Inside was pancakes filled with whipped cream and strawberries. It looked so good. I lifted the pancake, sniffing it and looking for any signs of poisoning.