THEIR CAPTIVE

CHAPTER 22

10 years ago
Mira, 19

I blinked my eyes open.

My surroundings blur then refocus and I dazedly tilted my head, wondering where am I.

There's dark walls around me and at my foot, a blazing fire that kept me warm.
The smell of citrus combined with a manly scent invaded my nostrils and I belatedly realized it's coming from the thick blanket atop me.

Sighing, I settled on the soft fabric.

Maybe Connor found me at the middle of snowstorm. It wouldn't be the first time he will come at my rescue.

Slumber is calling and I melted deeper to the warm and soft thing below me.
He has taken me back to base and I'm safely nestled on my bed.

Thank God.

Just as my body began to relax, a thought reminded of something.

Connor smelt of cigarette smokes and my room doesn't have dark walls.

My eyes flew open.

A stranger's face is looking down at me and I jerked away with a surprised scream.

Gone was my sleepiness, replaced by sudden fear that I'm in a stranger's home who's staring down at me.

"Back off!" I shouted, kicking the blankets away.

Panic is clawing it at my throat, knowing that I had nestled myself comfortably to sleep while a man watches me. A large man that possibly did bad things when I fell asleep.

I patted my body, feeling for any soreness. My yellow coat is gone but my clothes are intact.

I blew out a sigh of relief.

However, it didn't lessen the anxiety brewing on my stomach.

He might not have done anything while I was out but it doesn't mean he won't.

My father has a lot of enemies who's dying to have their hands on me. To kill me. Thus, why he kept me isolated at base 24/7 under Connor's guard.

As an act of rebellion, I tried to escape again.

After he went out, I sneaked to the trunk of his car. When I'm sure we're far away from the manor, I unlocked it and ran for the woods.

I wanted momentary freedom but what I got is hours of walk through a snowstorm before I realized I'm lost at the middle of nowhere.

Now, I'm here. Inside a stranger's home who's intentions are unknown to me. A man twice my size that can easily overpower me.

And I have nowhere to run.

Maybe I should've just listened.

"Where am I?" I asked.

He's still staring at me with those piercing white-blue eyes that had me nervously looking down to avoid his gaze.

It's intense.

Like he wants to strangle me right now and the thought had a jolt running straight to my core.

I squirmed.

I mean, he's beautiful and he's got a really packed body. But most of all, he exudes of violence that made me lick my lips.

I shook my head.

This is why my father locks me up.

Instead of running away from danger, I ran towards it and embrace it with open arms.
The man's positively thinking of hurting me and I'm here being turned on.