DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

Kyrptonite

I pick at the food placed in front of me, grouchily. It's not because I'm not hungry, trust me I'm practically starving but the fear and curiosity I feel make me lose my appetite.

This is caused by the specimen of a man sitting across from me in this beige, almost bare room.

I look up to find his eyes on me, studying me. He looks like a sculpture with that expressionless look on his face and rigid body posture yet he looks alert, ready for anything. It's pointless though it's not like I would try anything with all the security he has in and outside of this room.

I glance at the only door in the room, he has two guards placed on the other side and at the corner of the room lies a camera. I look back down at the food in front of me, fry rice and shrimp in a box. They had ordered food from a Chinese restaurant but I'm not sure which, the box doesn't have a logo.

Looking at my abductor once more, I push the box and fork away, leaning back on my chair.

"I want answers," I state glaring at him.

He doesn't respond instantly, he stares at me for a few seconds before saying one word. "Eat."

"I'm not hungry," I state, folding my arms over my chest.

"Eat," he says a bit stronger his accent thicker. It sounded more Italian... so that's where he was all these years.

"I'm not hungry," I state harshly through gritted teeth.

How dare he boss me around! Not only has he not answer my questions but the only word other than 'eat' that he has said to me in the last hour is 'come' when he led me from the interrogation room.

The only reason I even left that room is that I don't know where I am and he's the only one I know in this place... Plus, I'm a tad claustrophobic and that room was getting to me.

Dylan leans forward, intertwining his fingers as he looks intently at me. "I said eat, Ana."

"An entire sentence," I spit out sarcastically with a surprised face, choosing to ignore the name he called me. "To what do I owe the honour?"

His eye twitches as I flash him my 'piss off' smile and he leans back with a clenched jaw.

"Ea-"

"I'm not hungry!" I yell slamming my hand on the small table between us.

He eyes me with a grim expression, his shoulders tense and the twitch of his eye gives away his anger.

"You've been asleep for 12 hours! Don't tell me you're not hungry. Now stop acting like a child and eat something!" he bellows while standing, his height towering over me.

12 hours?

"I've been asleep for 12 hours?" I ask with parted lips. "Oh my god!"

My mind starts running a mile a minute. My family must be going out of their minds looking for me, worrying about me and Diana! My poor baby... I can't imagine what she might be thinking or feeling! And it's all because of him!

"Why am I here Dylan?! Is this some plan to scare me into being with you?! Or have you finally lost it and decided kidnapping me is better?!" I yell at him, throwing my hands about. "My family must be worried sick over me! And Diana, she must think I'm dead! My da-"

I stop, hands on my head as I notice what I almost let slip. I can't tell him! I don't even know if I can trust him-no I know I can't trust him.

"Why am I here?" I ask staring at him with a look of betrayal.