Mind Games and D.I.D

54. You're actually psychotic!

A pair of shiny, black pointy-toed shoes became visible as the man came down the staircase towards her. Then some tidy black, well-tailored pants and a crisp white pressed shirt came into view. The man carried a sterling silver tray with a mug and plate on it carefully. Then his face came into view: cleanly shaven. Polished square, black framed glasses and dark shoulder-length hair that looked freshly tossed as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

"You're awake," Tony stated cheerily. "I've got your favourite, coffee and pancakes," he uttered sweetly and placed the tray on the side-table beside the bed.

"Wha-" Morgan glared at him in shock as he sat on the bed beside her.

"Aren't you stunning," he complimented her as he ran a finger through her hair, causing her to jerk her head away from him.

"What the fuck, Tony?" She snapped at him. "Why have you done this?"

"Because I've missed you. Did you miss me?"

"Not exactly," she muttered blankly, then stared at the ceiling. He then placed two fingers and his thumb on the other side of her chin to force her to look at him.

"Why not?" He asked in an unamused tone. She was sick of this already, so she jerked her head away from him again and stared at the dresser. Then he slid his hand under her head and grabbed her hair hard at the base of her head to control her gaze back on him. She let out a half scream, half angered groan.

"Ow, you prick!" She spoke through her teeth as he forced her to look him in the eyes.

"How can you respond to me like this?"

"Fuck, that's rich!" She snapped back. "What is actually wrong with you, Tony?"

"I can't understand why you don't want to just give yourself freely to me. How are you the first one to act like this?"

"Like what?"

"So spiteful. Ending things the way you did and leaving me. Who do you think you are?" He retorted while letting her go again and just staring down on her.

"Uhh," she took a breath, barely believing her ears. "You fucking cheated on me?"

"And?"

"What do you think me being your 'girlfriend' meant?"

"I hoped it might loosen you up and let me in your backdoor..." he smirked. "You never clarified you didn't want an open relationship."

Morgan wheezed in more disbelief.

"It wasn't a relationship. I see that now. So, go fuck yourself, you asshole!"

"That's no way to speak to the man who has complete control over you right now."

Morgan took a deep breath while glancing around at the insane situation she suddenly found herself in.

"So, you knocked me out and brought me to god knows where, to do what?"

"To speak with you for starters."

"So, you fucking kidnapped me?" She exclaimed in astonishment.

"You wouldn't answer my calls," he stated like this was the reasonable next step.

"You're actually psychotic! Let me out of here now, Tony!"

"I don't think so," he scoffed at the demand. "And you are in the very nice, freshly refurbished and custom-built wine cellar of my parent's house... minus the wine. They're not in the country at the moment; Venice actually, for the next six months. So, I thought I'd utilise the space."