Zheme held tightly to Lexie's foot with the hand he considered good. He was in pain, his body aching so much that even sitting seemed arduous, yet he turned a blind eye to the pain and instead focused on his fleeing fiancé.
What was she doing?
Trying to kill him...?
What else was she planning to do?
Leave?
Where was she going?
To that place she once considered home?
If so, then today will not be the day she returned because he wouldn't let her.
She was his, now and forever more and to her, he'll ensure to make that very clear.
With all the strength he could muster, he pulled her back, watching with eyes that only held vengeance as she fell, face hitting the boards of the floor that had once been under her feet.
She winced, breathing the pain she no doubt deserved into the air and weakly tugging at her feet to get him to loosen his grip.
He didn't, instead he steadied himself, gathered his strength and used it to haul her backwards.
Her breaths became heavy and uneven then, her bared knee caps painfully scraping against the hard, cold floor, but Zheme cared not about her pain.
She deserved it. After all, she disobeyed him, audaciously stabbed him and was now trying to leave him; her future husband.
She deserved a brutal punishment for all of that. But what should he do to her?
Return to her her stab in the shoulder?
Whip her?
Starve her?
Continuously torture her?
Or must he do all?
A menacing smile stretched across his lips at the thought of putting her through the same pain he was now enduring. From the beginning, he went too easy on her, that fire in her that he liked minutes ago was something that now needed to be extinguished. She needed to be caged under submission and it took him a stab in the shoulder to realize that.
His father was right, pain was the only way for women to listen and he couldn't believe he had doubted those words.
Scoffing to himself, he hauled her even closer, trying to ignore the dizziness that had just now invaded his head. But then the world around him tilted then spun and he found even that hard to do. His movements froze, his breaths now laboured and the pain he had droned out was now hitting him with full force.
He groaned, eyes heavy and his body weak. He felt like he could pass out at any given time, but if he did fall unconscious, wouldn't that give Lexie more of a chance to escape?
Zheme shook his head, trying in vain to rid it of the dizziness as he tighten his grip on Lexie's foot, aiming to secure her at all cost.
But his plan fell drastically when his fiancé's free foot connected with his bleeding shoulder.
He cried out, hand disregarding her foot to loosely latch onto his shoulders. His consciousness wavered and black dots started to take over his vision, but even as he slipped in a world of darkness, his eyes still remained on his fleeing fiancé.
Her head of blond hair flowing beautifully in the breeze, her dress ridden up, showing her marvellously creamy thighs and the voluptuousness of her body.
She looked ethereal, out of this world and he wouldn't know what he'd do if he lost her.
Lexie's feet carried her down the stairs and to the door. Her hands shook as she lifted the key chain in her hand and almost immediately started to penetrate the lock with each.
She must've tried a hundred times before she heard a click and the sound made a victorious smile spread across her lips. She took a long and unsteady breath before twisting the knob and pulling the door open.
Her smile went missing then.
What she expected was not what she saw because instead of the grasses, the trees and the glow of the evening sun, one of her captors bodyguard stood like a statue before her. His eyes assessed her with curiosity then as if on instinct, his hand moved forward hitting her directly in the neck.
And then, all she saw was black.
For the second time since she was kidnapped, Lexie woke up chained to the dungeon walls. Her head aching dully and her body sore and cramped. Impotence was the most primal emotion she felt along with shame. She was naked, her body bare to the breeze which scorched her skin like whips, her hair crawling all over her face and her lips chapped and dry like her throat. Her pride was now battered and bruised, her stomach empty and practically begging for food. But how could she quench her hunger when shackles restrained her hands and feet? Sighing a breath of frustration into the air, she listened to the only sounds loud enough to reach her ears, the chirping of the morning birds and the sound of every breath that passed her lips. Yesterday, she thought she had succeeded in getting away. She had managed to get her hands on hands the keys and had even managed to open the door
Pain... Hunger... That's all Lexie felt. Her back, her legs, her arms, her neck, everywhere ached with a mind numbing pain. As her fiancé ordered, she received ten lashes and right after she claimed them like a token, she fell into a deep sleep of unconsciousness. She thought she'd die when the first hit had punctured her skin and she saw hell and heaven when she got the last one. Every moment of that punishment was like living in relentless anguish, but despite the harshness of it, the hunger she felt was worst. It felt like a dagger was stuck in her stomach or probably parasites eating away flesh would more or likely define it. Its been a day and a half —if she calculated it correctly— since water or food had touched her lips and she was dying, slowly atrophying. If she could reach the dust tha
Zheme stood between the open space which the door had once been, his eyes fixated on his fiancé's erotically naked form. Even in such a drastic state she still looked like a being that had just stepped out of heaven. Her stiff breast, her most private possession, her curves, her...her everything, they were all heavenly, carefully and beautifully carved by that man they called god. But as he came to realize, physically, she was perfect, but mentally she had a problem that needed to be solved. She needed to learn how to submit, concede and obey, she needed to learn how to be his. His to control, his to use, his to love... She needed to learn and he'd teach her. Walking further into the room, he closed the door behind him and hasted but cautious steps were what he took to his bride. He stopped only inches away from her, dark eyes regarding her with m
Lexie's panic attack had just settled and now she sat dumbly on Zheme's lap, unable to face him. After all, she had appeared vulnerable before him, her body had shaken like live branches caught in a storm and her voice had been nothing but a quiet squeak. She felt betrayed by her own body and within her, she couldn't find an ounce of pride left. But aside from betraying her, her body ached with cramps that held onto each of her muscles and pain bit into each of the wales on her back. She felt tired too, a nauseous feeling clinging to her head and the nerves within it, yet still, she refused to tarnish her already diminished pride any longer. Instead, she tried with all the strength she acquired to shuffle out of Zheme's lap. But she was too weak or was it that Zheme was too strong? His arm was like a shackle around her waist, clinging to her tightly and almost desperate
After eating a bellyful, Lexie sat indignantly in the kitchen, watching almost begrudgingly as her fiancé threw the plates in the sink. His back was turned to her and though the dark, blue shirt he wore aspired to hide everything of his bodily features beneath it, it couldn't hide the muscles that protruded from his back, the broadness of his shoulders and the thickness of his arms. Even through it, Lexie could imagine how built he was, how strong, and now, she was feeling lucky that he wasn't the one who had whipped her. If it had been him, she'd probably be dead by now. He'd show no mercy, not that the old man did, but he was much stronger than that frail midget. Sighing, she leaned back in her chair, silently watching as he finally turned to her, face as blank as a clean sheet of paper. "Come, the doctor recommended that I rest, it's awfully early, but I think you need rest too." &
★†★ Lexie felt it as her blood ran cold and her throat got dry. He was standing in front of her now, his expressionless eyes assessing the nakedness of her body with intensity. She didn't know what he was thinking or what he was planning to do, but she was sure it was going to be something cruel. Zheme on the other hand was certain of the wickedness in his plan. He knew what he had to do in order to gain submission. The beatings won't work, so this method will have to do. He stepped closer to the bed, relishing in the augmenting fear that lived in Lexie's eyes. It was so enthralling and endearing to him: her glossy eyes, her quivering lips and her trembling body, it all made him feel superior, it somehow aroused him. His dark eyes shifted down to her bosom, her nipples stiff from the cold, ready to be tasted by his greedy tongue. His eyes then traveled down to Lexie's m
★†★ In a deep pit of shame, Lexie closed her still shaking legs. If she hadn't hated this man before, she hated him now. After all, he left her in an insatiable state of hunger, not for food but for his sinful touch. She wanted to get down on her knees and beg for it, but her pride would never allow her to stoop so low, so instead, she turned away from his blank face and let her eyes wander around the giant room. A bedside table sat right beside the king sized bed and situated on top of it was a framed photo and a stylish lamp. The other furniture laid out inside such as the closet, the dresser and whatnot were all rustic and dark and the walls were painted in a dull white, empty of decorations. All in all, the room was void of anything captivating enough to catch the eye, it was as dead as the look on the owner's face, but it was livable. Sighing out a puff of air, she
†★ Lexie's eyes fluttered open as she was pulled from the deep sleep in which she just seconds ago abided in. Her eyes, though a little blurry darted around the room, firstly noticing the half drawn curtains that the sunlight spiralled through and secondly, she noticed that the side on which her captor once laid was now lacking the warmth he provided all through the night. Her eyes once again glided across the room, looking for any sign of him, but she found none, not even his shoes, or a discarded piece of clothing. Curiosity tied a bow in her head then and she wiped the sleep out of her eyes, then as indolently as possible, she shuffled out of bed. Her balmy feet touched the stylishly tiled floor as she walked her way to the door, pulling it open and stepping outside. Her steps then took her down the stairs and her eyes assessed the whole room for him until she heard something