Tainted

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

SCARLETT'S P.O.V

The moment I wake up I'm met with a painful headache and fairly distant voices. I sit up and immediately groan at the rush I feel that makes me want to puke. I glance at my surroundings and as soon as my eyes meet the chair in the corner of the room I freeze.

It was...it was...Oh My Gosh. It was...THE chair.

Okay not really...though I wish that was the reason I froze. It would have been way better for me if that was the reason ...but no, I froze because of what -or rather who- was on the chair. He stared at me with the vivid blue eyes I had dreamt of so often and he ran a hand through the blond hair I had fantasized about (a bit creepy, I know). It was Marcus and he was staring at me with a grimace.

"Where am I?" I ask trying and succeeding in keeping the quiver out of my voice. All I get in return is...well nothing. He just stares at me some more. "Marcus what the hell is going on?" I ask again, the apprehension I feel beginning to leak into my voice.

"How're you feeling Lettie?" he asks in return, a look of concern etched in his eyes but I can't bring myself to care because...well because I WAS FREAKING KIDNAPPED and he was here. And frankly it didn't look like he was concerned enough to break me out which at this point made his concern useless to me. Right now I had to worry about getting myself out and it would help if I knew where I was.

"Where. Am. I." I demand this time, not at all liking that he was avoiding my question. He gazes at me for a few seconds with his eyes glazed over and his brows furrowed making it obvious he's deep in thought.

"I'm sorry." He whispers at last and just turns around and walks out of the door leaving me in the room alone, confused and angry. As the door shuts the feeling of betrayal begins to creep in followed by determination.

If Marcus was in on this then that meant anyone else could be too. I couldn't trust anyone. I was completely alone, just like old times. But this time I'm not going to be as gullible as I was in the beginning last time. This time I'm going to get out of this quickly. This time I have experience on my side.

Finally taking a long look around the room I take in every detail and soon realize that this room is extremely secure meaning I have to find another way out. Just then the door opens and in walks one of the guys that grabbed me the last time I escaped from what I'm assuming is the same hellhole.

"I think it's about time we got acquainted," he says with a sinister smile, walking slowly towards me like a predator ready to catch its prey. "I'm Jason and for the duration of your stay here I will be your master and you will call me as such. You are to obey me without hesitation or question. Is that understood?"

As soon as the words were out I was reminded of all those other dirty bastards. I actually wasn't surprised that he wanted to be called Master. They usually liked role-playing and this was the most common, the one in which they had absolute control. Now my first instinct as a staunch believer of equality and independence would be to fight but if my gut feeling is correct that would only get me deeper into the shit I'm currently drowning in. so being the smart person that I am I decided to play along...and maybe this way I could find a way to escape on the sly.

"Yes," I reply after a while keeping my face as blank as I can.

Suddenly I'm being held to the wall by a hand to my neck. "Yes what?" he inquires darkly.

"Yes Master," I manage to gasp out resulting in him abruptly letting me go causing me to fall to my knees. I glance up and I'm struck by his looks. How can someone that looks so...appetizing (*queue girly giggle*) possibly do this. Usually the guys are horrendously ugly. He had shoulder length brunette hair that had the messy bad boy look going on, forest green eyes, a strong jawline and a chiseled body you can see though the white shirt that outlined his glorious muscles. If he wasn't the bad guy I would probably be flirting with him. He was absolutely gorgeous. And that's me being honest.

"Good girl. And please don't remain under the illusion that because you managed to escape from Jonathan you will do the same with me. He is an amateur at this and I'm far more experienced and ruthless. You try it you die." he informed me evilly.

Hmm...I guess I wasn't in the same place after all. For some reason I suddenly felt like I was better off in this Jonathan person's 'care'. This guy gave me the creeps...okay maybe a bit more than just the creeps...he scared the shit out of me.

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I've been really busy with school and stuff -okay totally not a valid reason for keeping you waiting that long, I mean didn't I have even one weekend free?

I had no WI-FI - for what, like 3 freaking months? Try again.

I had writers block - kinda valid and also true. But not good enough

Dear reader, I'm so sorry I took so long. Every time I'd think about writing I'd get so tired. But I'm hoping I've by passed that phase and I will update more frequently. I truly am sorry.

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