Captured By Darkness

Chapter 4

Captured By Darkness

I wake to the buzzing of Nate's alarm, he growls behind cocooning me close, I reach over to the night stand and tap the snooze button on the screen. "Have a lie in." I whisper.

"Is that an invitation?." He asks nuzzling into the back of my neck chilling my bones. I'm shocked those words left my mouth. What's wrong with me?!

"Em no." I quickly respond before he gets any ideas, "I....I just thought you could do with a break ."

"You sound concerned, I'm touched."

I bite down on my lip hard nearly drawing blood, I can't have him this close to me for much longer, I've tolerated enough of my time obeying and being a good prisoner. 

My body shudders under the trails he then makes down my spine with his knuckles which stop to my reaction, his growl vibrats of my neck and I clap down my eyes tensing, preparing for what's to come next.

I jolt my neck hearing his whisper. "I can't, but you rest." He say with a disappointed tone.

I relax a little. He rips himself from me hurling himself out of bed letting the cold air attack my naked broken body. Passing my side heading for the bathroom I fix my eyes on his hard toned body, he clocks me staring and slips me a cheeky smile. My stomach turns inside out and when he disappears through the doorway I slap myself on the cheek to wake the fuck up. 

I'm letting myself fall back into Nate's deep dark pool of madness and

I'm drowning........

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Pain. 

A feeling my body is familiar with, I'm surprised I've lasted as long as I have. Especially the last few months. I lie on my belly flat out on the black leather sofa wrapped in a chocolate fur throw staring deep into the fake flames. The open plan kitchen area has been completely redone, you'd never of guessed hours ago it was a shattering mess. Lyndsay must've been here last night while we were sleeping and got right on it. The petite brunette who's got a young innocent face, with her blue pleasant eyes would capture any man. Well dressed as always in a pinstriped skirt, a silk navy high collar blouse matching her slutty high heeled stilettoes. She's the fly on the wall that everyone down below wants to be. She sees and hears pretty much everything up here in  Nate's domain.  Lyndsay has many jobs through out the empire but her main one just now  is to see to all Nate's desirable needs as well as mine which I can't  fucking stand. She makes an effort with me but each time I see her all I want to do is rip her apart, I'm the one that was taken, I'm the one they cut and bruised, I'm the one that they  refused to kill when I begged. Its her they should of abducted not me. What importance to I have other than being Nate boredom toy?  The further I stare into the flame the grater need I have to get my revenge, not on the ones who did this to me, but the ones who let it happen.....

No excitement happens over the next few days, Nate comes and goes as he does, his anger has faded slightly and I've had three nights off from his ways. I do wonder what is eating at him. I don't dare ask, he wouldn't tell me anyway, he would show me how he feels through sex. Which he hasn't lately but that frightens me more, he could be saving up his energy or letting me save mine for the attack. I did bite the bullet and asked him if Sam could escort me to the fitness centre to help regain my strength, he was reluctant at first at letting me go out to the square but I soon persuaded him with my own ways...

"You're improving."

I shrug at the tanned trimmed trainer who sticks to me like glue in the combat hall. I don't know his name but he knows me, of course he does everyone does. I'm the masters treasured possession. I punch hard into the pads releasing my exploding stress. I focus on all my enemies and imagine the pads are there heads. I have a list I keep I'm my fucked up head of all the people i'm going to kill.