His Little Wife

Chapter 33

A day had gone by and my stomach was making noises I'd never heard it make before. I was hungry before I was taken and since I wasn't given a scrap of food until Gabriela came swanning into the room with a small plate of food. My eyes lite up as I locked eyes with the plate, not looking up to see the face of my capture. My stomach felt so hollow as I salivated, looking at the probably poisoned food.

'Hungry?' She asked in a tone that was so sweet it made my skin crawl.

But desperate for food I nodded my head, not wanting to give her a reason to leave with it.

She dragged a lone chair from the corner of the room over to my one. The legs of the chair scrapped along the concrete floor, filling the room with a ear piercing sound. When she reached my chair she stopped, sitting down in her seat, close enough that our knees were touching. I tried to move away a little, wanting space between us, but it was useless as I was confined to my chair and the chair was screwed into the ground beneath me, hindering any escape plan I had.

'Well dig in.' She smiles at me. 'Oh, sorry. I forgot you can't move. Silly me.' She says as the smile takes a sinister turn.

She takes an apple from the plate, bringing it to my lips for me. I hesitate for a second, looking into her eyes for any hint that she might of poisoned some of the food.

'Eat it, or starve.' She tells me in a flat tone, bored of waiting for me.

Between starving to death slowly, or dying quickly from food poisoning I took a bite, praying to anyone who was listening that the food was clean. I chewed the piece of apple in my mouth slowly before swallowing it. The expression on Gabriela's face didn't changed as she offered me another bite. When I hesitated again she bought the apple to her own lips, taking a bite.

'I have plans for you.' She tells me as she offers me another bite, stopping the growl of my stomach.

I don't dare ask what her plans are, I'm not sure I wanted to know. I think when she decides to end my life I'd rather not see it coming.

'He's good in bed, isn't he?' She asked out of the blue when most of the apple was gone.

I look at her in confusion for a second before she continues.

'I don't think I'd cum so hard in my life before fucking Lucian.' She tells me as if we were friends discussing our sex lives. 'I mean, I have had a few partners, but none of them hold a candle to Lucian. Don't tell Red I told you this.' She says with a smile as she held her finger to her lips like it was our little secret. 'You can imagine my disappointment when I turned up at his little island to find you.' She bites, losing the smile.

'I'm sorry.' I offer, not wanting to risk her wrath when I was tied to a chair unable to protect myself.

'Tell me, did he make your toes curl? Was he soft and gentle? Or did he just take what he wanted as he pounded into you?'

I didn't answer her. I didn't want to talk about Lucian with her. I didn't want to compare notes about our sexual relationship with the man I loved. I know in my mind that it was before us, but it still felt like a knife to the gut every time she reminded me that she had him first.

'I bet he was slow with you. You don't look like the sort that can handle the real Lucian. That's why he should be with me. I know what he likes. I know what he needs and it definitely isn't this little vanilla bubble you probably have him living in.'

'Stop.' I utter, hoping she'd drop it.

I didn't want to listen to it anymore. I couldn't, but I was strapped to this chair, forced to listen to anything and everything she said to me.

She tipped her head back and let out a large cackle.

'I knew it. How is he not bored of you already?' She asked aloud as she looked into my eyes as if they held the answer.

Despite the tears that were trying to force their way free I held them back, not wanting to show her any weakness. I felt a little stronger then yesterday. For some reason I was still alive, despite her obvious hatred for me. I didn't know why I was still here when she'd already told me what she had planned, but I assumed there was a reason for it. That reason kept me going as I held out a sliver of hope I'd be able to escape.

'I need the toilet.' I tell her, trying to change the subject.

'RED.' Gabriela screamed without taking her eyes off me.

My eyes pinched shut as if it would save my ears from her high pitched screamed that echod through the room. A couple of seconds after her shriek, the door opened as her henchmen stepped in.

'Untie her.' She orders without looking at him.

'But...' he started to say, before Gabriela cut him off.

'I. Said. Un. Tie. Her.' She breathed out slowly, ignoring his apprehension.

He strode into the room in large steps as he pulled at the rope, binding my wrists. As he untied me my hand jumped to marks on my arms, as I tried to rub away the pain of being tied to a chair for so long.

After Red untied my legs his hand shot to my arm, grabbing me, keeping me planted to where I was.

'Take her over to the bucket in the corner.' She told him, pointing to where I assumed she wanted me to go to the toilet.

He left go of my arm, grabbing my hands as he pulled me toward the rusty, old bucket that I could only imagine was pretty well used by now.

'Go.' He tells me as he stands me in front of the bucket still holding my hands as if I would escape any chance I got.

'I need my hands.' I tell him, but he doesn't respond.

He just looks at me.

'I need to undo my jeans.' I tell him as if he was a child that didn't understand the concept of using the toilet and not just pissing me pants.

He moves both of my wrists into one hand as his free hand moves to my zip.

'What are you doing?' I almost scream at him, as I tried to turn away from him.

He doesn't say anything as he yanks my hands towards him, giving him access to my zip.

'Get off me.' I scream, but it does nothing to him as he pulls my zip down before yanking my jeans down my thighs.

His fingers linger longer than they should as they brush down my skin as he pulls the material down to my knees. My stomach clenches as he stops there, before moving his hand to my underwear.

'Please.' I plead with him, not to cross the line, but he ignores me, pulling my underwear down so I stood before him, exposed and vulnerable.

'Now go.' He grinds his teeth.

I bend down to sit on the bucket, looking at the floor to avoid the eye contact of either monster trapped in the room with me.

'What's taking so long.' Gabriela whines, eyeing me from her chair.

It takes me a long time before I start to go and when I do I burst into tears, feeling so defeated. I felt degraded and violated with no light at the end of the tunnel. The only thing that kept me going was knowing Lucian would be looking for me and for every minute I was still breathing was a minute he would get closer to finding me. He had to. He was my only hope.