The Captive

Chapter 18

I stand there, still as a statue. I watch Isabella sit back on her heels, her hair an absolute mess. Alpha Luca pulls up his boxers and zips up his pants. I watch as Isabella stands up and turns, her thumb wiping away some leftover cum on her lips. She smiles when she notices me watching. Alpha Luca gets up from his seat, and surprisingly wraps his hand around her waist, guiding her to his bedroom. I thought after the whole blowjob she would be gone, but nope. Instead they go to his bedroom, slamming the door behind them. I hear giggles coming through the door. Guess they're going for round two.

I walk over to the table and start picking up the dishes, putting them on the cart. I eye the tray that has the pie. I mean, they aren't going to be eating it. I take one of the extra forks that is clean and I take the tray with the pie and plop onto the couch.

I need comfort food, I just had my heart ripped out of my chest and stomped on. Then comes the waterworks. I start sobbing uncontrollably, and I ugly cry. I start stuffing my face with the delicious pie. I don't know what's in it but I taste chocolate and that's good enough for me.

A soft knock sounds at the door and a maid walks in. She takes in the sight of me crying on the couch stuffing my face with chocolate pie, a look of judgement on her face. Why is she so mean? Can't even cry around here and eat our own weight in pie without getting judged.

"Fuck off, I've had a bad day," I tell her. She shakes her head before grabbing the cart. She starts pushing it towards the door, but she stops and looks at the tray in my hand, but she decides it's not worth the tassel of trying to take back the tray. Smart girl.

Once she is gone I start crying again. My thoughts going over all of my interactions with the Alpha. How could one person be so cruel? Trying to kill me, but then saves me when I try to kill myself. Not letting me escape, but then not wanting me here. Am I just a toy to him? Yes, yes I am. He views me as an object to play with whenever he is bored. But why the hell do I crave his touch? Why am I comforted when he is around? And why the hell am I having wet dreams about him? He is a nasty animal, and yet he still turns me on. And he breaks my heart repeatedly, but I also hope that he will come around. And I haven't even known him for that long! Isn't it a little too early for Stockholm syndrome? Doesn't that take at least a couple months, hell, even years?

I am taken out of my thoughts when I hear my fork scrape against the plate. I look down to see an empty plate. Did I eat all of that pie already? Those were two very large pieces.

Great! Now I get to add feeling bloated and fat to my long list of problems. I groan as I put the tray on the nearby table. I really shouldn't eat nothing the entire day and then shovel a whole bunch of pie into my face. Already my stomach is starting to hurt. I wipe my face with the back of my hand and lay down on the couch. I grab a nearby blanket and wrap it around myself. I try to fall asleep, trying, and failing, to not think about Alpha Luca shoving his dick into Isabella's vagina repeatedly in the next room.

Bright morning light fills my eyes as I slowly open them. Ugh, I don't want to get up. I roll over, trying to get back to sleep. Too late, I've already rolled too far. I roll off the edge and land with a grunt. Ow.

I sit up, trying to regain my senses. I rub my eyes, seeing black stars. What the hell am I to do now? I look over at the nearby table and see a baggie with a pill in it. I stand up and walk over to it, I take the pill out of the baggie and swallow it. I look around the room, trying to figure out what to do now. The room is silent, I don't hear anything coming from the bedroom but I'm not going to check. I might as well go to work, I don't want to stay cooped up here all day. I think I might suffocate. I also do not want to risk running into Isabella or Alpha Luca.