SURVIVOR of the WOODS

(4)

When I was done with the food, Damien showed me around a huge mansion. It was like a castle! Everything looked sparkling clean. The floor, walls, windows and stairs were white and shades of grey could be spotted. My entire life I've been living in a huge house in the woods, to avoid human contact and now I'll be living for I don't know how long, with a bunch of killers! In a new house! And with a personal bodyguard! How awful is that! No way I'm staying here. I gotta leave pronto!

"This is the gym!" Damien stated while opening a gigantic door.

Inside, all sorts of equipments for training could be spotted. No wonder she looks huge and muscular. Then, as my eyes trail around the big room, I saw her.

She was with sports bra, a jacket on top of her and leggings. She had white Adidas shoes on and her hair was tied up in a short pony tail. I could notice a tattoo on her waist, just above the leggings. It was a dragon.

"Gosh!"

"I know right? Isn't she breathtaking?" Damien said while staring at her.

"Did I say that loud?"

He nodded.

I cursed myself internally. "Well, what's her name?" I tried to sound casual.

"...Freya."

"Interesting name." I said and looked at him. He was drooling over her, that's for sure. "So, you two are together?"

"Oh, nah! You're mistaken Dorothea. We were something, I guess. Now, she might be into someone else." He raised his eyebrows while side eyeing me.

"Okay." I said suspiciously.

"What's going on here?" She was right in front of us. I didn't even hear her footsteps! How does she do that?!

"I was showing her around." Damien said casually.

"It seems you're following the rules, Dorothea. Good job." Freya said.

I nodded, my eyes trailed down her body. Girl! You have those fire 11 lines! She was sweaty. Any man would be lucky to have such a piece of art.

"Wanna practice?" She asked me, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Uhm...what?"

"Training?" She raised her eyebrow while pointing towards the equipments, "or...were you thinking of something else?" She stepped closer. She can literally engulf me!

"No! I..I wasn't!" I cleared my throat, "When will I be able to leave?"

She was all serious again, "I told you when I'm impressed. I don't like repeating myself." She sternly looked at me.

"Alright, I'll show you the garage." Damien tried to avoid arguments.

"No, get her to her room and come downstairs." She ordered. What a bitchy behaviour! I equally gave her a stern look.

Damien brought me upstairs and opened the door of 'my room'. I rolled my eyes as I entered inside. It was grey and black. Only the curtains were white!

"I hope you like it here." Damien said and as he was about to leave, I grabbed his wrist.

"You need to help me get out of here, Damien. Please." I pleaded.

He removed my hand from his wrist and smiled regretfully, "I can't. I'm sorry."

When he left, I knew exactly what I had to do. I opened the curtains and the window was already wide open. I took the drapes from the large King size bed and tied their ends together to make a long rope of fabric. I then watched out for the guards and noticed two of them at the main gate.

I threw my escape rope out of the window and carefully descended it. As I reached down, still assuming that no one saw me, I ran to a bush. I then made my way to the gate, secretly hiding from the guards and as I was a few metres away from them, I ran as fast as I could and kicked one of them in the balls.

He groaned in pain and bent down.

"You better let me go if you don't want to end up like him!" I warned the other guy.

"Miss, we are your protectors. You can't beat us up." He tried to reason me.

"Shut up! And open the damn door!" I threw my fist at him, but before my hand could touch his face, someone grabbed my fist and strangled my neck while dragging me and pinned me against a rocky wall. I winched.

I stared at those ice grey orbs as she stared fiercely at my olive ones. She breathed heavily.

"You're...strangling..m..me.." I managed to say a full sentence but failed miserably. Damien rushed behind her and tried to open his mouth to say something! But, he remained silent and looked at us.

"I warned you, Dorothea." Freya said while slowly losing her grip from my neck. "You had to follow the orders!"

Anger took over me, "I don't follow any stranger's order!"

She smirked, "Mine should be an exception."

I blankly stared at her. Who the hell does she think she is?! I heaved a sigh of frustration.

"Well, since you failed to impress me and made a mistake,... you'll be punished."

"Freya, please consider before doing anything to her." Damien said.

She remained quiet and held my wrist tightly. "It hurts." I whimpered. She just shrugged and dragged me inside.

"Freya!" Damien shouted behind us. What is she gonna do to me? "Please, let go of my hand." I begged her.

We climbed the stairs and when we reached my room, she threw me inside and locked the door. She looked like a tigress thirsty of vengeance. But I made sure to not cower like a scared lamb but my feet were pinned on the spot.

Slowly, she moved towards me and when she got inches away, she trailed her index finger on my face, outlining my facial features, starting with the forehead then my eyes, my nose and she stopped on my lips. She bit her lower lip seductively and licked them.

"I'm not gay." I managed to say.

Suddenly, she got fierce. She grabbed both of my wrists with a single hand and the other one went behind my waist. She pushed us on the bed and lifted my arms above my head, pinning them with her hand. She was on top of me and I could see her eyes filled with lust and desire.

"Please, let me go." I tried to remove her strong grip but couldn't. She was way too strong for me.

She started sending shivers down my spine when she, all of a sudden, bit my earlobe and gave me a hickey on my collarbone. She continued her teasing as she trail kisses down my neck and when she reached my breast, we locked eyes and then, she grabbed my boob and released it immediately.

"Perfect grab." She whispered into my ear. Then, she got off me and stood up, "take a shower and come downstairs for dinner." She left me wondering.

What was that?! Is she okay? I can't be stuck here with a lesbian mafia! No way! I sat on the edge of the bed and took long breaths.

"Could it be me? The one she has her eyes on?" I questioned myself. Should I question my sexuality too? I mean she's gorgeous but I've never imagined myself being gay! Till now, I've been straight and even got married with a man. Even though I had no love interest with Jake, I still married him forcefully. No, this can't be my reality. I am the creator of my own destiny. I decide what to do with my life. I need to get out of here! But I also need to know why did they killed my entire family and not me. Why did they let me live?