Endangered Mate (Hiatus)

Watching Me at Night

It's been three weeks.

It sucked, every day Layla would come to my room, teary eyed and crying to go home. And every time, Ryan would sulk. It got to point that I wanted to feel sorry for him, except...

I don't feel sorry for kidnappers.

I hadn't eaten in two of the three weeks we've been here, and the guy, he's becoming desperate.

"Just eat a little alright?!" He growled as I turned up my nose at the tray of food at my lap.

"No," I said flatly, ignoring the immense pain in my stomach.

He growled, his eyes dripping with black, only to rain with silver.

"I swear young lady," He hissed, stalking towards me. "Either you eat or I force it down your throat."

"Force it down my throat, I throw it back up, and therefore I lose more nutrients in my body and..." I shrugged, allowing the sentence to linger in angered tension.

His fists clenched tight enough to see iron veins poke from his arms. Despite my brave exterior, I was terrified of this man, I was terrified of his voice, constantly snapping and barking at me, I was terrified of his hands and arms, strong and built with muscle. If he so desired it, he could hurt me and beat me into listening.

"If you don't eat I will--"

I beat him to it.

"You'll what? Threaten me? Tie my hands and shove the food down my throat? Beat me?"

He froze.

"I bet you would enjoy that, don't you?" I sneered. "Seeing me writhing on the groun--"

Before I could finish my sentence, his arms lunged for me, wrapping around me and pulling me close. His hand made its way to my hair, pushing my head gently, surprising me.

"Don't you dare say that." He growled in my hair. "I would never lay a negative hand on you. Nor will I in the future."

My eyes widened.

He pulled away, his eyes desperate.

"Please, just eat a little."

I shook my head.

"Only if you let us go. Layla and I both."

He growled with hardened eyes, storming from me and out the door, slamming it shut. Looking at the food tray, I plucked it from the bed, placing it on the table before curling into a ball with my back to the door, my arms tight around my stomach.

I swallowed a groan of pain as my stomach made another complaint. I ignored them.

Closing my eyes, I breathed deeply to ease the pain. Might as well try and get some sleep, I haven't been sleeping well.

"Soon, it'll happen soon." I thought before drifting off into sleep.

*************

The clicking of a door woke me, the room and sky were dark and the air quiet except rustling and the thumping of feet against the flooring. I tensed, the footsteps nearing the bed. Slowly, I reached for the knife, hidden under the pillow. I heard scraping as if the stool was being moved. Then a sigh.

"Why are you doing this?" A deep voice spoke weakly.

My eyes widened. It was the guy, the man who threatened me every day. My grip gently tightened on the knife even when every fiber in my body was telling me to let it go. He continued to speak, as if unaware of my alertness.

"I've finally found you, and you choose to starve yourself." He growled. "Why can't you just accept me? All I want is you to be my Luna."

Questions filled my thoughts as he began to mumble to himself.

What is a Luna?

I tensed as his fingers slipped into my hair, twirling strands of orange silk.

"Why can't you just be like everyone else and submit to me?"

I nearly growled. Even after three weeks of me, he has still yet learned that I don't submit, I will never submit to the man who kidnapped me and scared my friend. It took everything in me to not sit up and give him a piece of my mind.

"When will you accept me? How can I earn your trust and love?" He whispered, lifting the strands intertwined in his fingers to his lips, murmuring against them.

Heat filled my cheeks and I swallowed at that simple word. Love. I've never heard that word being pointed towards me, and I thought I never would. I blinked as I heard him sigh, and weight press into the mattress.

I swear if he gets into bed--

He gripped my hair gently, entangling strands further into his fingers, his arms crossing on the bed, his head laying in his arms. Believe me, I could feel it, even with my back facing him. A silent sigh of relief passed my lips, realizing he wasn't going to get into my bed.

"Please, just let me love you." He muttered, his voice muffled by his arms.

I lay there frozen with bated breath, seeing if he would move and leave me, to see if he would make a single move on me.

Nothing happened.

I slowly began to relax, allowing my grip on the knife to loosen. His breathing began to slow, his grip on my hair loosening. Curiosity nagged at me, wanting to look at his sleeping face. I swallowed the urge, closing my eyes and willing sleep to overtake me. It took a lot, but my body began to feel heavy.

"Tomorrow, it will happen tomorrow."