Caesar's Rose

Chapter 92

"Rose,"

I furrowed my brows.

"Rose, hey,"

The voice came again.

"Rose, wake up, please."

"CJ," I muttered, feeling the sting in my head. I winced at the pen.

"Yes, yes, I am here. Are you okay?" His voice is filled with worry and....

Wait a minute.

I opened my eyes slowly, wincing again.

"Sorry. Does it hurt much?"

My heart dropped the minute I saw CJ, shirtless and seated on the floor, a few steps away from me.

The worse is, both his hands are above his head and chained to the wall.

What the...

I looked at myself. Terror washed me the minute I realized that my hands and legs were tied together.

"Wha....what is this?" I almost sobbed, moving to lose myself, but the ropes were very tight.

I struggled again, letting out whimpers.

"It is no use," CJ said.

I looked at him.

He is looking at the shackles on his wrist, shaking them with his strength, but it is not working.

I see what is going on. This is a plan.

He shook the chain again.

"Can you stop this right now? It is not funny." I said, making him look at me.

"What?"

"This is the height of your bullying, CJ. Stop all this, right now. Call your friends and girlfriend out wherever they are and release me right now." I ordered, scowling at him.

He scoffed in disbelief. "You think this is my doing?"

I scoffed. "Hello, Mister King of Starville's bullies."

He heaved a sigh.

"Of course, this is your doing. Who else's, huh? For your information, I have been through a lot in your hands ever since I stepped foot in that school, so yes, you are capable of doing anything."

"Listen, we were...."

"What, are you waiting for the perfect time to call your friends and your girlfriend to come in and take pictures of me and laugh at me as always?" I retorted.

"No. You are getting this all wrong," he defended.

I scoffed. "Oh, please. Why did you chain yourself though? This has to be a very unique plan if yours."

"I didn't chain....." He paused, taking in a breath and looked at me.

"Rose, listen...."

"Oh, it is Rose now?" I retorted.

He stared at me.

"What happened to, Little wench, huh?"

He looked away.

"What happened to...." I paused, wincing at the pain in my head.

"Uh...Oh, God." I muttered.

"How much does it hurt?" He asked.

I didn't respond.

"Rose,"

"My name is not Rose. It is Little wench. Continue calling me that. I prefer that name." I said, looking away.