His Possession

Chapter Forty-Five:

My fingers touched the tip of the blade, feeling the edge with the soft pads of my fingers. I hissed slightly and pulled back after testing the blade, knowing now just how sharp it was and how I could use it.

I let out a low hum from my throat and tucked the black inside my bra. I made sure it wouldn't stab me while I was sleeping, because that would be tragic if I accidentally injured myself further. I laid back down and let out a soft sigh, wiping the tears from my eyes and closing them. I knew I needed to rest and regain my strength so that I could escape.

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Next morning;

My eyes slowly cracked open and I felt the sun shine against my face. It wasn't warm though, it was only bright since the window was so thick. I sat up slowly, feeling the small blade prick into my skin once again.

I ignored it and pulled Aldo's dress shirt closed, feeling some more warmth flood back into my body. This cell was bloody cold, and this blanket wasn't doing much except for making me feel itchy.

My body was still sore. My feet throbbed painfully and there was dried blood on my bandages. I'm sure they needed to be changed, but I didn't have time right now to do it, nor did I have anymore.

I curled my feet up against my chest and rested my head on my knees, feeling my breathing slow to a stilling pace. I couldn't get Damon's words out of my head. It scared me. I was terrified for Luca, and myself. I didn't want either of us to to be killed. But I needed to get rid of those thoughts, I didn't want to ever experience something like that again. It was terribly hard to stay strong when you felt so completely broken, but I needed to force myself to.

I slowly stood up to my feet, feeling them tingle and my legs shake beneath my weight. I crumpled back to the floor and let out a small gasp, shaking my head lightly and chuckling. "Come on Em, walking shouldn't be too hard." I mumbled to myself and forced myself up to my feet again.

I wobbled as I walked around my room, attempting to gain some feeling back in my feet. It hurt like hell. I wanted to go back to my bed and lay down, but I pushed myself to stay on my feet for a bit.

I wiggled my toes a bit, which immediately made me crumbled back to the hard floor. "Fuck!" I cried out smacked my forehead with my palm, trying to concentrate. I slowly stood to my feet again, cringing and standing up fully now.

My shin was still wrapped, and it hurt like hell. My entire body hurt for a matter of fact, actually. Aldo's dress shirt reached my mid thigh, which provided me with a little modesty at least. I was thankful for that. Very thankful.

"Come on. These aren't your first fucking steps." I muttered to myself, stopping immediately when I heard the door clank and push open. My eyes fell on the large figure who opened the door and stepped inside. Of course, it was Jacob.

I kept my stance and narrowed my eyes as he carried in a tray. His eyes were on me and he smiled deviously, watching me attempt to stand upright without cringing away.

"There's been a lot of people in here, but I don't think I've ever heard someone talk to themselves. That's a first." He sauntered over to me with a smile, placing the tray down by my bed.

I glanced over and noticed that there was a small cup of soup and some crackers, along with another water bottle and a few pills. I glanced down at them in scepticism, what were they? Why all the pills? I had hidden the other ones underneath my pillow, since I didn't know exactly what they were and i wasn't going to trust anyone here. Not even Aldo.

"I'm not crazy, if that's what you're getting at." I said as I turned my head back to Jacob, who was watching me with his hands in his pockets and a smirk curving at his lips.