Hidden Secrets (An AHS: Hotel/Tristan Duffy Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Eight: Deceived

Nights passed and still no talk of escaping. Mr. March would come to Tristan's room, asking for the plan and he'd put it off till later. It was obvious that Tristan was stalling. I knew that if I could see it, so could Mr. March. Tristan was afraid to admit that he didn't have a plan. He just knew that if he told Mr. March he had nothing, Mr. March would stop keeping our secret.

One night I sat on the bed with Tristan, talking to him about random things, when I decided to bring up the whole plan situation. It was just the two of us, and I needed to hear the truth from him. I was tired of getting my hopes up every night only to have them crushed soon after.

"Do you have any ideas on how to help Mr. March yet?" I asked.
"Of course. Yeah, I have a few." he replied in a nervous tone.
"Tristan... be honest with me, please." I pleaded. "You say you have ideas every night and then when he comes to ask you, you tell him you're still figuring things out. I can see right through it and I'm sure he can too."
"I'm trying..." he sighed. "I just don't know what to do. Anything I come up with would end up putting you in danger, and I can't have that. I'll stay here forever if it means keeping you safe."
"We might just have to take a risk, babe." I confessed. "We can't just sit here and wonder what if every day and night, and wait for the Countess to come in here and find me."
"I know..." he began before he was interrupted by his phone going off.
"It's her again, isn't it?" I guessed as he grabbed the phone from the nightstand.
"Yeah..." he said as he began to stand up and get dressed. "I have to go for the night. Liz is at the bar if you want to go down and talk to her. I'll be back as soon as I can."
"Okay. I love you." I called as he started towards the door.
"I love you too." he replied with a slight smile and then closed the door behind him.

I should've went out that night and talked to Liz while he was gone, but I didn't. This one night I decided to stay in and actually get some sleep. I didn't feel like staying awake all night, thinking of him with her and just waiting for him to return with her essence still clinging to him.

I dozed off for a little while, but I woke up when I heard someone walk in. I raised up and wiped the sleepy from my eyes, thinking that maybe Tristan had returned early again.

"Hello sleeping beauty." Mr. March's voice taunted.
"Tristan's not here." I replied, a little startled and irritated. 
"I'm not looking for Tristan." he said in a matter-of-fact tone. "I'm here for you, my dear."
"What? Why?" I asked.
"You see, your sweet Tristan admitted to you that he really has no intention of keeping his end of our deal." he paced at the foot of the bed. "I was listening to every word and it seems that you are the reason he has yet to help me. It is your well being that keeps him from doing the things he should be doing for me."
"Just give me some time to talk to him. He will keep his end of the deal." I tried negotiating. 
"I know he will. Because you won't be a worry of his anymore." he grinned. 
"I don't understand." I replied, my voice starting to shake a bit.
"I'm no longer worried about keeping you alive to talk him into this deal." he explained as he walked to the side of the bed. "I have come to the conclusion that it will be much easier to kill you than to wait for him to find a plan that benefits you. With you dead, he will have no choice but to do as I say or else I will make sure the Countess knows about him keeping a secret lover in her palace. And she will kill him for being disloyal to her."
"You can't do this..." I backed up to the other side of the bed and stood up.
"Oh I can..." he smiled deviously and then took out a knife, "And I will!"

Without thinking twice, I sprinted to the door and tried to get it open. He got closer and closer and the door knob wouldn't turn. Finally, as soon as he was within arms reach of me, the knob turned and I ran out the door. I didn't try screaming or anything, because I knew that no one in this hotel would help me. None of them could help me, even if they tried. Mr. March was stronger than anyone else there and the other's practically bowed down to him. Plus, I didn't want to alert anyone that could possibly run back and tell the Countess that they had seen a young girl run out of Tristan's bedroom.

I continued running down the hall and every turn I would make, he would be there. I tried getting in the elevator, but it wouldn't work. I took another turn down a hall that seemed to go on forever. I ran and ran, when suddenly someone came out of nowhere and grabbed me. I began screaming and kicking as they threw me over their shoulder with ease. I took a moment during this fight for my life to turn to see who exactly had me. I thought it was Mr. March, but I was shocked to see that it was Tristan who had stopped me.

I stopped freaking out, but once we got to our room, I realized something was wrong. He slammed me down on the bed and held his hands at my throat, slightly choking me.

"What were you doing?!" he yelled. "I thought you loved me!"
"He was trying to kill me." I managed through his grasp.
"Because you ran." he looked at me with disgust. "You tried to escape... and I didn't even think you felt like you were prisoner anymore... I thought you felt something for me."
"She definitely had you fooled." Mr. March's voice broke through. "Would you like me to take her off your hands?"
"Tristan... please... I swear..." I tried to speak as his grasp tightened. 
Suddenly he released me, "Just take her. I don't care. I don't want to ever see her face again."
"Tristan, I love you! Please just believe me!" I pleaded as I sat up and grabbed his arm. "I would never try to escape... Mr. March was after me! He did this on purpose! He was listening to us talk!"
"Let go of me." he pushed me off of him. "I don't want you here. You're not who I thought you were."

Before I could say anything, Mr. March grabbed me up and carried me out of the room. I couldn't believe that he had gotten away with tricking Tristan. Tristan wasn't dumb, but he did have fragile emotions and enough rage to last a lifetime. Mr. March knew that and he used it against him. As far as Tristan was concerned, I was a liar, a trader, and as good as dead.

Once we arrived at Mr. March's room, he opened the door and sat me in a chair that was in the middle of the floor. He then tied me up and admired his work. He was so arrogant, that he was impressed by his own ability to trick Tristan into handing me over to him.

"Well... isn't this a twist in your little love story." he laughed. 
"You won't get away with this..." I growled. "Tristan will realize what you did and he will come for me."
"Maybe you're right." he sighed and then picked up a metal bar that was propped against the wall. "But until then, we are going to have some fun."

Without hesitation, he knocked me out cold with the metal bar. The entire next day was a complete blur. I don't remember most of it... but I think that's a good thing. Because that's when the torturing began. Sadly, the grogginess of being hit with the metal bar wore off and I began to feel every single thing that Mr. March chose to do to me. With every cut, burn, and hit I screamed for Tristan to save me. I knew he could hear me. He was only a room away from me.

But he never came.

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Soooooooooo I know this is a short and maybe intense chapter, BUT I have huge plans, lol. Hopefully the next chapter will be longer and have more detail and explanation. This chapter was sort of something to lay down the foundation for the next few chapters!! haha! Tell me what you guys think!! Much love!!! <3 - Thrillwriter13

(P.S it's 3 AM so I will edit this tomorrow if needed xD)