She is the Queen

Chapter 6

𝙰𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅:

We couldn't have stayed at that location anymore due to her family tracking down so immediately after we went to our another premise. It was the main house. I ordered the doctor to accompany us there till Laila's status was stable. Not trusting to travel separately, I carried her to the car and placed her down on the backseat, her head on my lap.

𝙻𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅:

Slowly, I opened my eyes, my surroundings unfamiliar and disorienting. But as everything flew back to me, my memory flooding in, I realized exactly where I was. This asshole had pinned me to the wall and become so violent with me. And now, he was sitting in the chair next to my bed, looking at me as if he was concerned, as if he hadn't been the one to cause me this pain.

As I looked around the room, it became evident that we were no longer in the same place as before. The surroundings were unfamiliar, and I knew we had likely changed locations. I took a deep breath, trying to figure out what to do next, but before I had a chance to think, a sudden headache took over me, causing my face to contort in pain.

"Ahh!" I exclaimed, unable to hide my discomfort.

"What's wrong?" He asked, the concern present in his voice.

"Nothing." I responded bluntly, turning my head away from him. Even though my head was throbbing with pain, I refused to show him my vulnerability.

"Does your head hurt?" he pressed, his voice insistent.

I remained silent, still looking away from him.

He stood up and stepped towards the bedside table, picking up two pills and holding them towards me. Painkillers, I realized. But I didn't take them, couldn't even bring myself to look at him.

"Painkillers." He said, frustration evident in his voice. "Laila, take them now."

I shook my head, still not looking at him which resulted in pain whipping up my neck.

"Laila." He said more firmly. It was no longer a request, it was an order. But I remained stubborn, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

"You are testing my patience." He growled, his frustration clearly growing.

But as he continued to argue, I closed my eyes, the pain making it impossible for me to focus. I could hear his shoes clicking on the floor as he walked away, the door slamming shut behind him. I was finally alone, the sound of my heavy breathing filling the room.

As I lay there, I couldn't help but feel trapped, my mind racing as I tried to figure out what to do next. I was in an unfamiliar place with no escape, at the mercy of this man who had caused me so much pain.

But even in that moment of pain and fear, I refused to give up hope. I knew I had to find a way out, to escape from his grip and take my life back. It wouldn't be easy, but I was determined to fight for my freedom, no matter what it took.

And so, as I lay there in that unfamiliar room, my head throbbing with pain, I made a promise to myself. I would not let this man break me, and I would do whatever it took to regain my independence and my strength. No matter what lay ahead, I would be ready to face it, head held high, with the knowledge that I was strong enough to overcome any obstacle in my path.

After a nap, I attempted to stand up slowly. Staring at my reflection on the bathroom mirror, I couldn't stop a gasp escaping my chapped lips. I looked pale as a walking-ghost, tired and bruised as if I walked through a war-zone and that huge nest of hair sitting on top of my head, was something I still cannot talk about. I just looked horrible. Awful really. 

I luxuriated in the hot water, feeling the tension and stress from the past few days melt away. The steam enveloped me like a warm embrace, and I closed my eyes as I let my body relax. When I emerged from the shower, I wrapped myself in a plush towel that only reached my mid-thighs, leaving my legs exposed to the cool air. With the towel snugly wrapped around me, I applied oil to my long hair and carefully combed it out, relishing the sensation of each strand running through my fingertips.

As I dried my hair, I couldn't help but notice the small bump at the back of my head, a reminder of the violent altercation that had brought me here. Despite the pain, however, a sense of satisfaction washed over me. I had pushed him, tested his limits, and in doing so, I had learned more about my captor than I had ever imagined.

Firstly, I realized that this man had anger issues, triggered most often by any perceived threat to his men or his empire. It was likely that his pride had been built upon a foundation of hard work, rather than inherited status. The mere mention of a mistake, or a perceived slight against his work, would send him into a rage.

Secondly, I noticed that he was a naturally curious person, always interested in learning more, always seeking information. Even now, as I pondered my next move, I knew that he would be desperate to discover how I had outsmarted him in our previous confrontation. It was then that I decided that I would tell him the truth – not because I trusted him, but because I knew that it would gain his trust and pave the way for my ultimate escape.

In the beginning, I knew that I would be under tighter surveillance, with less freedom to move around and more guards in tow. But I also knew that, in time, he would begin to open up more to me, and with that, the opportunity to gather more information, make allies, and plot my escape.

However, my current mission was different. It was not my primary goal to escape, but rather to discover who among our closest allies had betrayed us and given away the fact that my father was about to rescue me. This task was not an easy one, and I knew that it would require patience and careful observation.