Lost Love || Book 1 || Sylus x Reader || LADS Fanfiction

6. Escape

***Music recommendation: RUNRUNRUN – Speed Up Version –Dutch Melrose ***

I slowly turn the key, my shoulders relaxing as I hear the cuffs popping open, the sudden weight falling free from my wrists. As the cuffs drop to the wooden floor with a metallic sound, I flex my wrists, the skin red and raw from the constant friction. A sense of relief washes over me. Finaly free.

Now that I am free from the cuffs, I start looking around the room again for the hundred time, my eyes roaming over every surface, examining every detail, trying to find anything that could serve as a tool or weapon to help me escape.

I can feel the clock ticking in my mind, every second that passes only making me more anxious to find a way out of the room. I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins as I keep searching the room. "Get out... I must get out before he comes back... Can't get caught again...!" I mutter to myself, my eyes frantically searching for a hidden exit or any other way out of the room.

Suddenly, I notice something out of the corner of my eye. Something that makes me freeze in my tracks, my eyes focusing on the small object as my heart pounds in my chest. There, in the corner of the room, sitting almost completely hidden by some linens on top of a chair, is a small pocketknife, the silvery blade gleaming in the dim light. I can feel my heart racing in my chest as I look at the knife, the sight of the weapon setting off a spark of hope inside of me. But also doubts.

First, there was the obvious placed key. And now, there is a pocketknife hidden in this room? At first, I thought Sylus is simply mocking me, but now I get the feeling, that this is some kind of trial to test my capabilities. Or did someone else hide the objects without Sylus knowing? It does not make any sense.

Nonetheless, I quickly pick up the pocketknife from its hiding place, wrapping my fingers tightly around the cold handle. The weight of the knife in my hand is strangely comforting and I can feel my resolve strengthening with every passing minute, my mind quickly working out a plan to escape.

Finally, after a few moments of thought, I collect the cuffs from the wooden floor. I decide to sit down on the bed, my hands bound behind my back in the cuffs without locking them and the pocketknife clutched between my fingers. I take a deep breath to calm myself and wait for Sylus to return, hoping that he has been busy enough to miss my preparations.

Eventually, after what feels like an eternity, I hear the faint sound of the front door opening and closing, the sound of footsteps slowly getting louder as someone makes his way upstairs towards the guest room. My heart immediately starts racing, the sound of someone approaching the room setting my nerves on fire. I clutch the knife in my cuffed hands behind my back, hiding it as best as I can while trying to keep my breathing even and controlled.

The footsteps finally reach the door to the guest room. The lock is opened with a soft click, the door slowly opening as Sylus steps inside. His scarlet gaze finds me immediate on the bed, my hands still cuffed behind my back as I sit in the middle of the room. Raising an eyebrow he takes in my almost calm expression.

"Took you long enough..." I dare to tease Sylus. "I have been waiting... for you..." My voice sounding almost seductive. "I could not stop thinking about all the things you wanted to do to me while being I am being cuffed and defenseless..." I try to use his ego against him, finding Sylus weakness as he lets his guard down. Clenching the small knife in my palm I am ready to attack when he dares to touch me.

Sylus takes a few steps further into the room, slowly closing the door behind him, his eyes never leaving my face. "You have, hmmm...?" He pauses for a moment, his eyes slowly roaming over my body, taking in the sight of me handcuffed and vulnerable. I can see that he loves that sight.

"Come closer..." I purr for Sylus, and I can feel his breath getting a little heavy. My voice like a siren song pulling him in. He takes a few more steps, closing the distance between us as Sylus approaches the bed. He is clearly not aware of my intentions, drawn in by a strange spell obscuring his mind.

Just as Sylus reaches out to touch my cheeks possessively, I break free with a sudden force. Catching him completely off guard, I aim the small knife at his face, slicing the skin on his cheek with the tip of the blade. As his hand move up to the wound in pure disbelieve, looking at his blood-stained fingers, I do not hesitate for a second and make a run for the door, slamming it open with my shoulder.

"You little...!" Sylus curses as he starts to chase me down the hallway.

I run for my life, jumping down the stairs in a rush, hearing Sylus's firm footsteps behind me. Sylus keeps chasing me down the hallway, his anger rising with every passing second. "Get back here, little kitty...!" Sylus calls out after me, his voice filled with frustration. I stumble over my own feet just a few meters before the entrance. "Damn...!"

I get right back up, reaching the front door just in time as Sylus is rushing down the stairs. I grab the doorknob, pulling hard to open the damn entrance, a rush of relieve waving over my body as I feel the fresh air from outside wafting in my face, but...

Suddenly, Sylus dissolves in red-black mist and reappears right behind me. His hand reaches over my head and slams the door shut. "Where do you think you are going, kitten?" Sylus grabs my wrists firmly, holding the front door shut with one hand and restraining me with the other.

I glare at Sylus as he towers over me, trying to kill him with my mind. "What the hell was that...?" I ask in frustration. "...another magic trick?" Nonetheless, I am satisfied to see the blood running down his face, his neck and everywhere else. But I also notice that the damn wound has already healed. Shit. Sylus glares back at me deadly, clearly annoyed, but I can sense something else hiding in his eyes. Admiration...? No way...! "I see you found the knife I hid, smart kitten. I like my prey when it thinks it has a chance to escape... the hunt is more fun that way." A cocky smirk appears on his face because of my shocked expression. I never had a real chance to escape from the beginning! He is playing with me! What a Bastard!

Sylus looks down at me as he towers over me body. He is so close that the blood on his face is dropping from his chin down on my chest staining my shirt. The tension between us is palpable.

A loud growling sound breaks the deafening silence between us, the sound echoing through the hallway. I blush bright red as I realize that the growling is caused by my tummy. The feeling of starving sinking in as I recognize that I had not eaten in a whole day. Sylus can't help but laugh out loud at the sight of me blushing in embarrassment. "Hungry, huh... Kitten?"