Wicked

Chapter IV

I tried to pull my wrist out of his hold. "Let me go!" I hissed, but Noah just seemed amused at my attempt to distance myself from him.

He kept silent and tightened his grip even more in response to my pleads, making me wince in even more pain.

"Please." I whispered. He looked at me, his eyes still cold and dark. And for just a moment I could see them feel something, but he just shook his head and ignored my request.

"Okay, here are the rules..." He started, dropping my hand so I could sit on the couch. I looked down at my red stained wrists, they were almost as eye catching as the dark purple splotched bruises on my arms and legs.

Tears started pooling in my eyes. My whole body hurt so much and I couldn't tell how much longer I could take the pain.

I looked up to see him staring at me. "Rule number one; don't disrespect me. You do everything I say, and I mean everything." I felt intimidated by his close proximity that I started to look away from his strong gaze.

"And most of all..." He bent down to my level, lifting my chin up, making me look back at him.

"...you must love me."

Love him? I could barely even look at him without the feeling of resentment taking over my emotions.

I hated him. And if I could, I would put a bullet though his damn head the first opportunity I get.

"I will never love you." I whispered, my voice laced with anger.

"Now you see, Ella..." I flinched when he suddenly wrapped his hand around my throat. "...that's where you're wrong." Noah murmured, with his lips unexpectedly pressing close to mine.

He tightened his grip on my throat, making me gasp. "From the moment I saw you, I knew I just had to have you." He said, starting to kiss down my neck making my breath quicken and unsteady.

"And now that I have you..." He continued. My chest started to hurt from my lungs receiving the lack of air.

"You will be mine."

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I was now back in the basement, Noah said I didn't deserve a room to myself, I had to earn it. But I didn't care. I'd rather be in the cold and dark than anywhere near his psychotic self.

He scared me. Like something out of a nightmare, only he was much worse.

The only person in my memory was Mason.
Oh my goodness, he must be so worried. I have to escape from this hell hole as soon as possible. I didn't know when or how, but it would be my number one priority.

My deep thoughts were suddenly cut short by a stinging sensation coming from my arm. The cuts from before seemed to have deepened. Every time I tried to touch them. It burned like hell, making me frustrated.

Frustrated from why I, out of all people had to be locked up in a cellar by some madman. Frustrated because I couldn't even fathom what the hell I could have done in life to deserve this type of torture. And mostly... Frustrated because all I wanted to do right now more than anything was be in the arms of Mason, at home where I knew I would feel safe and warm.

My body felt like it was going to pass out. I hadn't eaten or slept properly in what felt like days. God, I hope I get out of here soon, otherwise I just might end it myself.

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