My Possessive Husband (ManxMan)

Chapter 13

    I deeply apologize for my lack of updating the story. I have finals that always hold me back. I appreciate and is eternally grateful for your patience and support for MPH. I'm currently on a short summer break, and I will definitely have time to update. Once again I really apologize, and appreciate your love for my story.

~Renmen's POV~

  Suddenly I open my eyes, and they were faced with complete darkness. The only light appeared to be in thin streams, released from the cracks of the small tightly shut window. A slight headache lingered and the quick erratic thumping of my heart proved that I was beyond afraid of my predicament.

   I was astonished at how I felt so weak. Unforgettable and terrifying memories started to flood my mind. Reminding me how stupid and naïve I was. I can't believe I was fooled, this whole time. I didn't suspect Samson would do such thing, why would he want to do this to me in the first place. I couldn't possibly do any wrong towards him.

Speak of the devil and he will appear, in coming Samson. He's holding a lamp in one hand, and in the other, two bags. I used the little energy contained in me to push myself up and to face him. While that occurred, Samson was already standing dangerously close to me. He places the lamp on the ground.

I wanted to scream at him with all my might. I wanted to ridicule him for his psychotic actions. I just didn't have the energy to do so. I could barely open my mouth. My heart jumped painfully in my chest, when he kneels down at the edge of the disgusting bed I was currently laying on. It was as disgusting, as Samson's personality. The lamp lit strongly allowing me to see little details of the dusty room.

I turned my head to look at Sam. Our eyes were locked in a stare together, I am specifically trying to read him. I look away when he grins at me. I couldn't handle his eyes, hollow, empty, and dark. He suddenly speaks, not even looking at me, but digging in the two bags.

"Renmen I'm sorry about this whole situation. You were just very unlucky. You must be thinking, in that frightened mind of yours, why I would do this to you. What would I accomplish?"

I don't say anything, mainly focused on what he has in the bags. He notices that I'm not at all paying attention at me. I really don't care with what he has to say anymore, all I know is that Samson is definitely vicious and foul. Samson is fake, a disappointment. I see him in a whole new light now. I finally see that one of the bags, is filled with snacks.

He talks once again, calm and composed, as if he didn't just kidnap me. "I bet you are hungry. I don't think you will be receiving real food in a while, just snacks and junk food. At least I packed some snacks right?"

I glare at him in complete disgust. He was amused at my expression, I can tell by the wicked laughter that exploded from his revolting mouth. I really wanted to grab the lamp close to me and smash it on his head. What's so funny, how could he laugh at my pain. How could he be so amused when I'm suffering? I hear his raspy voice once again, probably going to say something irrational.

"Renmen, don't be angry or mad at me, ok. This isn't my fault. Blame everything on that evil and cruel man you are engaged to. He brought this on himself, he messed with the wrong guy. I mean the fucking bastard ruined my life. Took everything away from me, and he doesn't even remember me or what he has done to me. Oh, he's going to pay and I do sincerely apologize for you being in the middle of this. He's obviously precious to you, I'm jealous that he has someone like you. Just know that he deserves everything that is going to be handed to him."

When he was finally done with his little idiotic speech, I had to admit I was a little intrigued with what he just said. What had Nicolas possibly done, that would make Samson act this way. I was quite interested now, wondering if Nicolas honestly ruined Samson's life. So I mustered up some energy and courage to ask him a simple question.