Their Possession

Forty Four

To my reader Matildareens I wish you may have the happiest birthday.

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Elora's POV

As Edward walked out, I wiped my tears and took in everything around me. The room looks wide and spacious. There is not much furniture here other than this large bed in the middle of the room, a vanity and a wooden closet placed against the wall towards the far end of my right side. I looked at the window and frowned upon seeing the green branches of the long tree.

I pulled the blanket around me before getting out of the bed. I slowly walked towards the glass window and gasped, "what the.." my mouth is wide open in shock.

All I could see is a damn long tree as far as my vision can reach. Are we in the forest right now? I immediately turned around walking towards the door but stopped realising that I am not wearing anything appropriate.

I looked at the closet and bit my lips contemplating my thoughts. I ran my hand through the hair sighing before walking towards it. I opened the wooden closet effortlessly and was not surprised to see some brand new dresses waiting for me to pick up. I picked up a much less revealing dress and wore it hastily.

When I stepped out of the room I frowned more as I looked around. I walked downstairs and walked across the living room towards the kitchen where I heard some sound coming from. It is a beautiful two story house which is made out of wood but it does definitely not look like that.

As I entered the kitchen, my eyes zeroed on his bare back. "I didn't expect you to come out this soon." He speaks without turning around. I looked at him cautiously as I folded my hands across my chest and leaned back on the counter with my eyes focused on him. He stirred something in a pan which looked like a sauce.

"What place is this?" I asked but got his silence in return.

"Are we in the middle of a forest?" I asked again hoping I would get some hint but nothing.

I sighed in annoyance, "You know that you could not keep me here for long, right?"

This time I got a response, he turned his head towards me with a smirk but it faded as he took me in. His dark eyes roamed my body up and down making me squirm a little uncomfortably.

I am wearing a sleeveless summer dress which ended dangerously below my butt. But it's not my fault that I can't find any jeans or pants in there.

He turned his head back, resuming his work again. I relaxed a little bit before pulling out a stool and sitting on as I watched him work. Suddenly another question popped in my head but I am not sure whether I should ask it or not.

"Thea.." his back tensed visibly. "It's you, who sent her, isn't it?"
 
He turned around with a plate and placed it in front of me gesturing for me to eat. As my eyes dropped to the delicious looking spaghetti, my mouth watered instantly. Every question I had faded behind my head as I started eating hungrily. I don't know for how long I was in that bed but I feel like I could eat a horse right now.

I felt him sitting in front of me but I didn't look up as I ignored him completely. "She was one of my.. people." I just took a glimpse of him and saw him already looking at me. "She worked for me. But I didn't expect them to find her identity, though I expected them to do that to her." I suddenly lost my appetite as past memories of them torturing her came to my mind. I still have those nightmares now and then whenever I sleep alone.

"Why did you make her act as my friend?" This time I asked looking straight in his eyes. Visible anger is present in my tone.

"Obviously, to keep me updated about your life sweetheart." No remorse or guilt is present in him which angered me more. No one is understanding how hurt I am about that situation which is making me more hurt.