His Possession

Chapter Fifty-Four:

I followed him closely as he led me back down the stairs and towards my cell. I was thankful that he agreed to take my back to my cell, I felt a lot safer down there anyways. It was cold and digesting, but I wasn't going to stay with Damon tonight. I didn't trust him at all, and after this; I wasn't ever going to trust him.

I needed some space to think and breathe, I couldn't be in the same bed as him after that.

My stomach was still twisted up and my throat was tightened at the thought of remembering what happened a few minutes ago. I felt the nausea sit in my stomach awkwardly and I was ready to throw up. I managed to swallow it back for now, waiting for Jacob to open my cell and leave me alone.

"What happened?" Jacob suddenly asked, surprising me and pulling me out of my thoughts.

I glanced over at him briefly, watching as he side eyed me. "Damon happened." I replied simply, not wanting to talk about it. As I could still feel his lips all over my mouth and skin; I felt like I needed another shower after that. Everywhere he had kissed and touched felt like my skin had burned off. I couldn't get the foul taste of his lips off my mouth.

Jacob let out a gruff sound as he pushed open the door, "You're lucky I'm being nice. Damon is going to kick my ass for not bringing you back to him." He said with a straight face, allowing me to step inside and turn towards him.

I let out a heavy breath, "Thank you, I really appreciate this." I gave him a small smile which caused him to nod and close the door behind me, locking it into place.

I was once again all alone, which was a good feeling. I was tired of being around everyone, it really made me uncomfortable. I needed my alone time every once in awhile, and it felt like I was never able to get it around here.

I trudged slowly over to the small mattress in the corner, seeing the same blank as before I frowned. It didn't provide much warmth, but it was as cold down here as before. Maybe the heat was finally turned on, as this room was deep in the underground basement; it was constantly cold.

I lowered myself slowly onto the bed, feeling my wounds cry out in pain as I tried to find the best position to sleep in. I didn't want to lay on any of my cuts, as it only made them hurt worse. I managed to find a comfortable spot, pulling up the blankets on my small frame.

I let out a deep sigh and closed my tired eyes, immediately slipping into a dead sleep.

LUCA'S POINT OF VIEW:

I tossed and turned as I tried to sleep, but my body wouldn't allow me to. I couldn't get the thoughts of tomorrow out of my mind. I felt like my head was going to explode at any minute, nothing would shut my brain off. 

I let out a frustrated sigh and looked over to the clock; 1:27AM.

I let out another sigh, rubbing my eyes gingerly and letting out a deep yawn. I was tired, but I couldn't fall asleep. My body craved sleep, but my mind wouldn't allow it. Fuck. I shoved the covers off and walked towards my doors; opening them swiftly and sauntering down the dark hallway towards my office.

I reached the doors in less than a minute, popping them open and walking over to my desk. I had stashed a few sleeping pills for nights like these, and they really helped. I had even used them on Emily when I knew that she wouldn't be able to sleep.

I opened the drawer and reached inside, pulling out a s plastic bag with tiny blue pills inside. I shoved them into my pocket with a smile and walked back towards my room, hearing some footsteps echo behind me.

I paused and turned around towards the noise, straining my eyes to see in the darkness. "Tyler?" I called out, focusing and un-focusing my eyes. A man suddenly appeared; one of my clients, Richard. I squinted at the man, causing his eyes to go wide. "What are you doing here?" I asked, stepping towards him.