His White Rabbit

Ch. 8 - Trapped

It started raining heavily and I didn't bring my umbrella with me this time since it was nice when I arrived at William's place so I stayed. He offered me more tea and some sweets he had. First, he offered alcohol to me but I refused because I wasn't really a fan of it, to be honest. But that didn't stop him from pouring himself a glass of whiskey. Two glasses actually. Even though I realized he is a heavy drinker, he didn't seem like someone who'd get drunk that easily. 

William sat across me in his armchair, not removing his gaze from my form. I didn't know what to think or what he was thinking at that point. I felt quite nervous sitting like that in silence and I didn't like the fact that he just might be thinking about a new way to train me. The episode with that knife was scary enough for one day. 

I clear my throat and put the tea down on a small table between me and him. 

"William... I am sorry for not trusting you earlier." I pause. "But I hope you understand how it feels for me... I don't really have some actual fears but it's just natural to feel that way when your life is in danger, right?" I say softly, glancing at him for two seconds. His expression didn't say much except for the fact that he was back in his cold mode. I didn't know what to expect from him now. Earlier he was very considerate and all but I was still scared that he was saying that just to appear polite in the beginning. "William?" I ask when he doesn't respond to what I said. 

"I told you already... It's alright. But to be honest I wouldn't trust myself." Suddenly a smirk spreads across his face and he stands up, walking over to a window. "It's just that, you are a little too naive for your own good." He says and pulls the curtains over the windows, making the light fade away. I could still see everything but it was much darker. 

"What are you talking about?" I ask, feeling weird all of a sudden. I had no idea what he was trying to point out. 

"What I'm saying is that... you shouldn't really trust people the way you do. because they could trick you into things you don't want to do and that's a mistake you made." William leans back against a wall, crossing his arms and looking at me from his spot. I couldn't... really catch my thoughts. My brain was going crazy yet I managed to remain calm more or less. 

"I beg your pardon?" My voice becomes softer and quieter when I realize that William has completely changed the expression on his face. His aura became dark and I could feel something was wrong. The air between us was... tensed. 

William chuckles and makes his way towards me. I get up in an instant, feeling my instincts kicking in. Something was definitely up. 

"It's too late for that, darling. The drugs will start working pretty soon." He grins and is now two feet away from me. Dangerously close. "How about you sit down and relax because I don't want you passing out while standing. It could be quite painful to fall like that." 

"What the hell are you talking about?!" I reach into my pocket for my phone but it's not there. I remember I left it in my coat and it's impossible to get to it now. I need to call for help. 

I am suddenly being pushed back onto the sofa, by William roughly grabbing my wrists and violently forcing me down. 

"Stop! What are you doing!!?" I start screaming and fighting him but I don't feel as powerful as usual. I feel tired and weaker, knowing I wouldn't stand a chance against him anyway even if I wasn't drugged. William is holding me down with his full weight by sitting over my stomach and holding my hands pinned to the mattress. "Let me go!" I demand and try fighting more and more but with each new kick, I try to make I get weaker and weaker. His smirk only grows as I slowly fade away but I know I am still fighting. I have to... Otherwise... 

"Shhh..." He covers my mouth with his palm after releasing one of my hands but I am too tired to do anything now. "Good girl. It's going to be okay, love." Tears blurry my vision and I stop trashing around completely but my mind is still working and processing what's going on. "When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am... Sleep now, love."

...

E terrible pain shoots through me as I jolt awake in someone's bed. I can't tell where I am or what time of the day it is but I don't like it. I suddenly realize that I can't see at all. I am blindfolded. 

"Help me..." I whisper in panic, trying to find my way out of this position but nothing seems to be working. I try to take the blindfold off but both of my hands are chained to each side of, what I assume is the bed. "Someone, please..." I feel tears filling my eyes and soaking the cloth tied around my head that was covering my eyes and perverting me from seeing. There was a hole in my mind and I couldn't remember what happened that lead to this position. I didn't know what to think or do. I was trapped. 

Suddenly I hear footsteps echoing in a weird way. Like I was in a basement or in the attic... A normal room wouldn't have that kind of acoustics. The footsteps get louder and closer to where I am but it seems like some kind of... barrier is between me and the person coming. 

I realize that I'm sweating heavily and I am close to having a panic attack... I know I can't bear this. I can't believe. This must be fake. It's not real. I am just lucid dreaming and I will wake up sooner or later and...

"How are you feeling, love? Did you like the trick?" I hear chuckles coming from him. I then remember everything that had happened earlier and I feel like I want to scream at him and... call for help. 

I start squirming and breathing heavily in fear that he might do something bad to me... Rape me, hurt me... Kill me maybe? Sell me into slavery? I couldn't believe what I have gotten myself into. It was so obvious. There was nothing about him on the Internet. I should have been more careful. 

"Hey, relax. Struggling won't do you any good." William whispers suddenly really close to me and I flinch away in surprise.

"What have you done to me??! I-" 

"Shut your pretty mouth, love. It's tiring to listen to you when you scream." William cut me off by shoving something in my mouth. It was thick and dry. I immediately recognize it as a piece of cloth. He makes sure to shut me up completely and I can feel the cloth going really deep, almost making my gag reflexes kicking in. Then a sticky tape is pressed over my mouth so I can't get the cloth out. "There. Just listen to me for now and you will get to talk later on." I try moving away from him when I feel his hand on my cheek. His voice was not harsh. He didn't sound angry. 

I start crying because that's the only thing I can do and I realize there is no point in holding back. If I don't relieve myself I would get an attack and pass out. It wouldn't be the first time anyway... Nothing could compare to this moment. I have never felt more humiliated and scared. I was chained like an animal and I was forbidden to speak. 

"Stop crying. It won't make any difference really. But anyway..." I hear him moving around the room I was in and he is not on the bed anymore. I hear his footsteps going from one end of the room to another. "I wanted to say that it's too late to go back now, Rosie. I was hoping you could accept this in an easy way. Otherwise, painful things would have to happen." William says in a calm tone as if I'm supposed to accept this like it's something normal in people's lives. I make sounds of protest and anger as I desperately try to push the cloth out of my mouth but it's just too firm. I knew the duct tape would be painful to take off. "What I was going to say is that you are from now on a part of my experiment. In a week, we'll be moving to my other... home, let's call it, and you'll be living there." 

A/N: What happened here? Even I didn't see that coming when I first started writing this book! What do you think, guys?