His Possession

Chapter Forty-Six

The water bottle smashed against the wall and poured out from the open lid, spilling all over the dark floor. I averted my eyes from it and pulled myself against the wall, hugging my knees tightly. Who could I trust now? What could I trust now? I thought to myself while bitting at my knees in concentration. Did they drug everything they've given me, or just the water? My brain raced with thoughts and I felt myself let out an annoyed sigh.

I had to devise a plan to get out of here. I needed to be careful though, Damon probably wouldn't exactly appreciate me putting a dent in his master plan. My thoughts had to be cautious, yet cunning.

I fiddled with my hands anxiously. Would they ever let me out of here? How could I escape if I wasn't even let out of this room until the trade off came around? It would be too late then. My brain wracked through the thoughts, trying to come up with something smart.

I shifted around on the thin mattress and dug underneath my pillow, retrieving the four white pills. A smile formed across my lips and I dug into my bra, pulling out the small blade.

I let the pills slide out from my hand and onto the ground, taking the butt of the knife and smashing them up. It took several minutes, but I managed to get them into a thin and lose powder that I could use.

I looked down and dug the knife into my dress shirt and cut of a small piece. I carefully shifted the powder into the small little makeshift bag I had made and tight it loosely, preventing any from spilling.

"Perfect." I grabbed it and shoved it into the pocket of the shirt and sat back against the wall.

My stomach rumbled and I felt a sharp cramp in my stomach, reminding me that I really haven't eaten that much today; only a small bowl of soup and some crackers.

I ran my hand through my hair in frustration and let out another sigh, "Would it kill them to feed me a little more?" I muttered to myself as I heard the door open again, revealing Jacob once more.

I glanced over lazily and shot him a fake smile, "Did you bring me food?" I asked and perked up against the wall, watching him saunter over to me with a pile of clothing in his hands. His eyes glimmered in the darkness and his hair shined from all the gel he used. He really did remind me of Stefan.

"No, but you will be having lunch with Damon in a few moments. I brought you some clothing that he instructed you put on." Jacob flicked his gaze down to the floor as he tossed the small pile at the ends of my feet.

I pushed myself off the wall and grabbed the bright red fabric, contorting my face up in disgust as I saw what it was. "No way." I looked back up at him, making him let out a soft sigh.

"Put it on or I'll do it for you." He grumbled and stepped back away from me, leaving me to examine the cheap feeling fabric. The dress itself looked very very small, and definitely was not meant to be other than form fitting. It had spaghetti straps and a V-line swoop that dipped down a little too low for my liking.

I scowled and tossed the dress on the floor. "I'm not going to wear that. I would much rather stay in the clothing that I am wearing." I thought about the crushed up pills and the blade I had hidden away in my bra. This dress would definitely not conceal this the best, and it would be nearly impossible to get ahold of it if I really needed it.

Jacob pinched his nose in annoyance. "I don't care what you want, put it on." His chest puffed out and I frowned, having to give into his demands.

"Fine. At least turn around please." I gave him a soft look of pity, batting my eye lashes at him in fakery. His eyes watched me carefully and his jaw clicked in place. I watched as he wet his lips and then let out a gruff sound and turned around. "No peeking." I sauntered up to my feet slowly, cringing when I felt them sting in response.