Captivity Defined

Chapter Sixteen

Christine's eyes immediately widened as she hastily tried to pull away, but Erik's grip on her waist was strong and unrelenting. Telling herself not to panic, she breathed in deeply and tried to think of a reasonable explanation as to why she would have been trying to sneak out at all, much less at this time of night!

"I am not going to repeat myself again, Christine. Where exactly were you planning on going, hmm? Because I know you most certainly were not planning on trying to escape..." Erik paused, and the friction in the air caused Christine to want to flinch from the hostility escaping from Erik. "Or was my darling, curious little kitten trying to test her Master's boundaries and see what exactly he had planned for her if she dared to try to leave?"

He purred the words, and even though they swirled into Christine's ears silkily, she could feel the very strong underlying threat laced throughout his elegant words.

But what would she do? Should she lie to him, convince him that she had not been about to try to escape? Christine bit her lip, closing her eyes as she realized that that was definitely not the solution that was reasonable. He would instantly know she was lying, because he had, after all, caught her with her hand on the doorknob..

Erik's grip tightened on her waist, and she couldn't help but let out a whimper of fear as he deftly scooped her into his arms, bridal style, and started carrying her towards the staircase.

"I find it almost amusing that silence can speak so much more loudly than words ever could." His golden eyes locked with her widened emerald ones, his gaze flickering with an intensity of anger that it made Christine want to literally shake in his arms.

The words themselves were said very calmly, as if he were explaining to a child what the difference is between red and blue, and yet it was the deep flickers of amber in his eyes that caused Christine to fear of what he might do next.

"Have you lost your tongue, my Christine?" he growled deeply, obviously even more angered at her lack of communication than the sin she had almost committed by walking out the door.

When Christine didn't answer still, trying to think of something to say to her dark angel that would calm him, he took her silence as a sign of rebellion and practically floated up the staircase, and into his bedroom.

Christine looked around immediately as he tossed her down onto the bed, but the room was pitch black. The only thing that she could see was Erik's glittering, dark golden eyes as he towered above her, his cold gaze sending shivers down her spine.

She cleared her throat nervously and opened her mouth to apologize; to yell at him, to say something! She wanted anything other than to let him intimidate her like this! She was a woman, and she would demand to be treated with such respect!

"I don't know why you are so upset at me!" She finally blurted out, then covered her mouth.

Erik smirked, and though she couldn't see it in the pitch black darkness, she could feel it all the same. "Your attempts at intimidating me are quite amusing, my dear," he chuckled, and his words only made Christine that much more upset with him.

She opened her mouth to start demanding that he let her go back to bed, but his gloved hand came over her mouth. Her eyes widened and she started to panic when he took her small wrists in his other hand, and pinned them above her head.

As Erik took something out of the night stand drawer beside the bed and started to bind her wrists together with it, she writhed on the bed in panic, the foreign emotion in Erik's cold eyes causing her to feel as if death itself was about to call her name.