Cause You are Mine

Belonging

I was healing quicker than expected. My bruises were still visible but fading dramatically.

After Damien told me that I could get whatever I wished for. I ordered books of all kinds and movies. A DVD player has been launched on the table beneath a flat screen TV mounted on the wall across my bed.

I spent my days in my room reading, watching movies and sometimes admiring the garden whilst sitting on my lovechair.

Benefiting the advantage of being wounded and vulnerable I asked Damien to change my maid. Surprisingly he agreed to replace the witch with someone older and merrier than her. Her name was Dorothy. We immediately clicked with each other.

Dorothy was not the only merrier one. Damien was much more affectionate towards me during the process of healing. He accompanied me while eating, he liked to cuddle while watching sappy movies with me. He was ordering around as if whatever I asked for was a command needing to be done right away. I was flattered and felt spoilt. I was smiling more often. Especially whenever Damien enters the room I couldn't hide the joy I was filled with, the way his eyebrows cock when he is amused by my overreaction to his appearance, the way he smirks at my sudden blushing as he makes silly dirty jokes, his intense stares, the way he laughs with me, stealing kisses from my cheeks while I was not paying attention. All of these change of attitudes started to make me feel like I belong to him, to this place, I felt like he cared about me.

The day he brought a bouquet of daises from the garden smiling widely, his eyes shining with happiness I realized that I was falling for him and at that moment it didn't really scared me because the enthusiasm I feel was blinding everything else around it.

My long gone freedom was forgotten. I even dismissed the thought of my family and Katie whether they were worried about me. If they perceived that I was kidnapped shouldn't have tried to reach for me one way or another?

The only thing that bothered me was sex. I knew that Damien was addicted and I was aware that our cuddling sessions would not be satisfactory for him. Although he stayed with me during the days for hours he never attempted to spend the nights.

Knowing that he was touching some other woman gashed my heart, causing insufferable sting deeply.

After the fifth day we spent together I decided to ask him to stay with me since I was completely healed.

He kissed my forehead lovingly caressing my hair as usual, before he left for the night. I reached for his hand and grabbed his wrist.

"Stay" I murmured. He stared at me in shock.

"Doll face" he sighed.

I was terrified that he would reject me.

"I can't" he whispered while leaning forward and kissing my neck.

"Why not?" I was fighting with my tears to fall. My heart was on the table and he would eat it carelessly.

He exhaled slowly sending shivers to my body. His warmth covering me, causing me to crave for more, more of him more of everything.

"I - I have a dinner meeting that I can't postpone" he stuttered for the first time since I've met him.

"Take me with you" I pleaded.

"Sorry love, it's too dangerous to show you off, you may get attention easily and I can't let that happen." he said staring directly into my eyes trying to convince me.

"So does that mean you are going alone?" I was digging a grave I shouldn't. The possibility of his going with another woman and spending the night with her, fucking was tearing me apart and my eyes were showing it all. I threw my pride at his feet and waiting for him to walk on it.

When did I get this clingy? After he beat me or after he healed me? Ironic. I was pathetic. He has every right to treat me like a slut. I was begging him to have me, to love me, forgetting that I refused him, defied him more than once at the beginning. And he disciplined me and converted me into some kind of creature worst than a dog.

He cleared his throat, freed his wrist from my fingers.

"I will go with an acquaintance. S-she is a friend" he said stuttering for the second time.

"Are you going to spend the rest of the night with her?" I asked couldn't bare to look at him I fixed my eyes on the floor.

"Listen why don't you call Dorothy and have a night with her while I am at this boring meeting? And I promise that I will take you to the garden tomorrow. How about it huh?" He tried to sound enthusiastic, cocking an eyebrow.

He was avoiding my question but this didn't stop the sorrow that was burried in my heart. My eyes were brimmed with tears and I was hardly holding them back to prevent from falling.

I shook my head still looking down.

"I am tired" I whispered. "Besides, I don't want to occupy Dorothy with my silly business."

He narrowed his eyes.

"It's okay, really. Go to your meeting. I'll be fine" I assured him raising my voice a little bit higher for the sake of my dignity.

"Don't you wanna go take a walk around the garden tomorrow?" He asked suspiciously.

If he asked me this question last week I would be in raptures. The seeds of jealousy planted in my heart restrain this act moreover it brought more grief and desire to stay in darkness.

"No. Not anymore." I shook my head.

"Why not?" he caringly whispered.

"It doesn't matter. I think you should go" I insisted in my denial though there was a severe storm in my heart, I kept it low outside.

He took my face between his hands and raised my head to look at him.

"Listen doll face" he said impatiently. "I will go to this meeting and spend the night somewhere else, come tomorrow morning and will take you to that walk. Understand?" He was hypnotizing me with his blue eyes and commanding me once again, not asking. I scoffed to myself in my head. As if he ever asked my opinion on anything before. Who was I kidding? I was the captive here, I was the slutty slave. Those five days of delusion soon to be over and I never admitted it to come and turned blind to the possibility that this was all part of an act, warm the water up to prepare me slowly so that I would never realize that it boiled at the end. I disguised it willingly and pretended as it was a part of my sappy novels where the delinquent finally falls in love with the innocent and they live happily ever after.

I nodded.

As soon as he left the room I went weak at the knees and sank into my lovechair allowing my tears to fall.