Challenging a Cold Heart

Chapter 6: Duties

Vincent's POV

I felt disoriented as I woke up. My head throbbed and I could feel the tight sensation on my skin. Gasping from the recollection of what happened, I sat up straight in my bed. It made me wince from how heavy my head felt. Ignoring it, I quickly checked my hand and touched my face. I frowned when I saw there was nothing but a slight redness to my skin. It still tingled strangely. I wanted to see if I hadn't burned my face. I looked around the room I was kept and saw no mirrors in the room. From the looks of it, I was in a hospital room with only a bed and a metal drawer by my side.

In disappointment, I tried to get out of bed, only to realize my leg was shackled to the bed. I stared at it for a few seconds and felt myself hyperventilate. Without conscious thought I started tugging it, even if it resulted in scraping the metal of the cuff against my ankles and making it bruise. I started panicking. No! Not this again! I thought as I recalled how I was chained in the basement of my home for whole nine months. Whimpering, I sat up and crawled over to the leg chain, tugging it brutally. I knew my eyes must look frantic. I didn't realize someone coming inside my room due to my distress.

"Tsk. Pathetic." I heard a woman's voice and I looked in the direction alertly. I wanted to beg her to remove the cuffs but what she said suddenly sunk in. She had a superior, smug look on her face. I recognized who she was then. It was the red headed girl whom Luc told me he would marry ten years ago. She looked incredibly gorgeous except for the disgusted look on her face.

"An ugly man like you want to be Luc's wife? Give me a break." She said dramatically, with a roll of her eyes.

The surprising hostility made me forget the shackles temporarily as I stared back at her.

She came over to me and grabbed my face. "Dude, you are not even cute. I am amazed you could even think of being his wife. First of all, he's not gay. Secondly, you can't turn him gay for you because you look like an ugly sewer rat and well, you know nothing about his freakish cleanliness routine. Thirdly, damn! You are just so ugly."

I jerked my face away from her hold, my face burning.

"It's infuriating that you forced him to accept you as wife for a whole month." She snapped.

I started getting angry at her picking on me like that. So I looked back at her angrily.

"I don't want to listen to a jealous woman's rantings. Go away!" I said sulkily.

She raised her hand to slap my face but I grabbed it. She looked outraged at that as she jerked her hand away from me and whirl kicked me in the stomach with her feet. I wheezed from the impact.

"You think I will be jealous of a pathetic, desperate man slut like you? Look yourself in the mirror first." She said to me. I was still panting in pain. My eyes teared up but I didn't let the tears fall as I gritted my teeth.

"Mairi!" I heard someone snap. I couldn't look up to see who was approaching with heavy footsteps.

"Hmph!" Mairi said snobbishly as she walked away. I was still breathing in and out to control the pain without looking up at who has come in.

"Are you alright?" The man asked me and I resisted laughing hysterically. What about the situation was alright? I thought to myself.

After a long silence, the man sighed. "Master wishes to speak to you." He told me and I glanced up to see Jared standing there with a frown on his face.

I sighed. I didn't want to see Luc right now. But I didn't think I had a choice.

"I don't want to see him right now." I mumbled, just to test the theory.