CAGED - A prisoner to their obsession

CHAPTER 36

This chapter will be dark and mature. I highly recommend that you discontinue or skip reading this chapter if you are easily triggered or uncomfortable with such content.

I never said it's gonna be all rainbow and unicorns. This book is a dark book.
The shit is supposed to get dark💀

🔞🔞

I can go anywhere I want,
anywhere I want,
just not home.

~Taylor Swift

She looked up, wide-eyed, to see Alexander standing before her. His gaze was calm, calculated, and utterly unnerving. He took in her disheveled appearance—hair a mess, breathing ragged, her nightshirt giving him a proper view of her soft skin.

Alexander's eyes flicked to Elijah, who stood there smirking and back to August, piecing together the situation with an unsettling ease.

"I-I h-he touched me," August stammered, her voice breaking as she spoke, desperation leaking into her words.

Alexander's expression softened, his gaze growing almost tender. He cupped her cheeks with his hands, his touch gentle but firm. "Shhh," he whispered, pulling her into his chest. "It's alright, darling. Nobody is going to hurt you. Okay?"

August, vulnerable and desperate for any form of comfort, allowed herself to lean into his embrace. She felt small and powerless, overwhelmed by the situation, but Alexander's warmth provided a momentary illusion of safety and she cried her heart out.

Elijah watched the exchange with a puzzled look, unsure of his brother's sudden show of kindness. But he knew better than to question Alexander in these moments.

"Come, let's get you some water," Alexander said softly, lifting August into his arms as if she were nothing more than a fragile doll. She clung to him, too shaken to protest, as he carried her to a nearby chair and set her down gently. He patted her head before moving to pour her a glass of water.

August took the glass with trembling hands, gulping the water down as if it could wash away her fear. She muttered a shaky "thank you" when she was done, her voice barely audible.

Alexander crouched beside her, his gaze never leaving her face. "Now, mind telling me who you were trying to call, darling?" he asked, his voice soft, almost coaxing, as he caressed her cheek with the back of his hand.

August's eyes widened in surprise, her mind scrambling for a plausible lie. The question caught her off guard. "I-I got scared," she stammered, her words tumbling out in a rush. "I panicked. I'm sorry."

Alexander's eyes darkened slightly, though the smile remained on his lips. "That's not the answer to my question, Rose," he murmured, his voice still gentle but carrying an undertone of something far more menacing. "I asked who were you trying to call?"

Before August could respond, Lucian entered the room, his muscular frame casting a shadow across the floor. He was dressed in nothing but sweatpants, his expression one of cold indifference. But the moment his eyes landed on August, that indifference morphed into something far more dangerous.

"What's with the commotion?" Lucian asked, his voice a low growl that sent a fresh wave of fear through August's already frayed nerves.

August's entire body began to shake, terror gripping her as she didn't dare to move her eyes from the empty glass.

"Break her legs, Ian. She tried to escape," Elijah said casually, his smirk widening as he saw the effect his words had on August. He knew exactly how much she feared Lucian and reveled in the way her eyes widened in horror.