Chapter Five

♕—Delilah

I pressed my back against the stone wall, my hands wrapped around my stomach as an urge to urinate doubled.

I slammed my head back into the wall a few times, frustrated by my helplessness; hopelessness. I had no idea what they wanted from me or why I was here. I needed to use the toilet so badly but I refuse to do it because of the camera in the corner of the room. They were watching me, they were watching my every move.

This was inhuman and humiliating. I couldn't even use the dirty toilet, I gritted my teeth. Shaking my head, I thought about something else, I tried to distract myself. Think about mama, think about Anthony, what they must be doing right now? Will papa look for me? Will he hurt mama for telling me to run?

My heart drowned in my chest as I thought about Jack. It seemed so long ago since I last touched him, I remembered how I spent our last night together, I was crying my eyes out while he whispered sweet nothings into my ears, kissed my tears away, and took me with gentle strokes.

A loud pounding on the door startled me out of my thoughts, I looked towards it as it slowly opened and a guy named Lorenzo entered with a tray of food.

I didn't want to eat, I wanted to defy him. I wanted to let him know that I won't be their puppet in this play but the smell of food made my stomach growl. I tightened my encircled arms around it.

He dropped the tray to the floor and turned to leave. It didn't look like prisoner's food, there was everything on that tray, even dessert.

If I wanted to keep my focus and strength, I had to eat it, and also because I was so hungry. I hadn't eaten in so long. My mama and Rita begged me to eat something before the ceremony but I rudely shut them down. I shouldn't have done that.

"Wait..." my voice came out rough, weak.

He stopped and looked at me from over his shoulder.

"I need to use the toilet..." I uneasily trailed off.

He faced me with a deep frown, his eyes went to the dirty, disgusting toilet, and then back at me. He watched me like I was an idiot for not seeing that the toilet seat was in the same room with me.

"I won't use it!" I declared.

He raised an eyebrow, his expression was as if he was challenging me.

"Not when people are watching me. I'm a princess, I will not tolerate people like you playing with my pride or honor!"

He scowled, his eyes narrowed from the edges.

"Remove the camera! It's not like I can run or anything. At least give me a little privacy to use the toilet"

Then he spoke, his voice deep, rough. "You are not a princess here. This is what you get" saying that, he turned and left, slamming the door on his way out.

I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream. This can't be happening to me. What did I do to deserve such a fate?

Giving up, I walked to the disgustingly vile toilet seat, my hands trembled as I slid down my white lace underwear—the one that was sent by Alexander. He wanted to stain them with my blood.

I covered my legs with my wedding dress and peed, a bastion of warm comfort settled in my lower belly as I had been holding it for like three to four hours now.

These people were animals and I don't know which was worse; not being able to bleed on Alexander's bed or this, being a prisoner to some twisted people about whom I have no idea what they wanted to do with me.

I ripped off the toilet paper and cleaned myself before throwing them into the toilet seat and flushing it. I walked to the sink and washed my hand with the used, dusty soap. I splashed some water over my face and let it drip down my chin.

I grabbed the tray of food and walked to the sheets, in the corner. My eyes watered but I shook my head, blinking them away. I silently ate the food, feeling the strength return to my body, my aching limb felt a little better as I ate.

I ate everything, I was so hungry, I didn't care. I needed the strength to fight them. I needed the strength if I wanted to get out of here alive.

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Five days...

It had been five days.

I haven't seen the sky or had a clock in here to know that it had been five days but they gave me food, three times a day, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. That's how I knew that it had been five days.

I was still in my wedding dress, it smelled bad and I wanted nothing more than to take it off, my body ached because of sleeping on the concrete floor. The cameras didn't bother me anymore nor did the dirty toilet.

Sometimes it gets really hot in here as if they had turned the heaters on and sometimes it gets so cold that I feel like I might freeze to death. Sometimes they cut off the water supply for hours or sometimes they'd flood the cell and no matter how hard I tried the water just wouldn't stop.

They were not torturing me.

They were making me lose my mind.

They are going to kill me when they realize that I have no value to my father or Alexander. When they realize that I have no use for them.

They are going to kill me.

I hadn't seen the scarred-face guy again. Every day there is a different guard that throws food my way. Today won't be any different until I heard the soft voice again.

The pregnant lady...

There was a small window in the door from where guards watched me as they patrol as if watching me from the cameras wasn't enough.

I scrambled to my feet and ran to the door, I kicked it numerous times violently. "HELP! HELP! HELP! PLEASE! HELP ME! PLEASE!"

"Who is that?" I heard her soft voice again.

"No one, baby girl"

"HEY! PLEASE, THE PREGNANT GIRL! PLEASE, HELP ME OUT! YOUR BOYFRIEND IS A PSYCHOPATH! PLEASE, HELP ME, PLEASE!"

"The pregnant girl? Is she referring to me?" she asked, her voice resounding in the narrow corridor.

"YES! PLEASE! YES! I'M REFERRING TO YOU, PLEASE HELP ME, PLEASE!"

"Baby girl, let's go—"

She cut him off. "Nikolai, I want to see her"

"No, she is a lunatic, she will hurt you"

"NO! HE IS LYING, PLEASE, TRUST ME, I WON'T HURT YOU, I PROMISE. PLEASE, PLEASE HELP ME, I'LL DIE IN HERE!"

Then I heard the sound of multiple footsteps and she finally came into my view. She narrowed her eyes as she tried to watch me through the small window.

"Please, help me!" I begged, I felt pathetic. I had never begged anyone in my life before.

"Who is she?"

"No one" I heard the deep voice of her boyfriend.

"Please, please, they kidnapped me and brought me here. Please, help me"

"Kidnapped? Why don't I know anything about it?"

"Because she isn't important, Evangeline" her boyfriend told her.

Evangeline, the pregnant lady's name was Evangeline.

"Evangeline, please, help me, please." I pleaded, calling her by her name.

"Lorenzo, open the door" she ordered

"Evangeline—"

"Lorenzo, I gave you an order"

I heard the clicking of the lock and then the door swung open. I stepped back, taming my wild hair, and wiping my hands over my dirty wedding gown.

She stepped in, caressing her bump, and behind her entered the same four men that had brought me here. Lorenzo, Nikolai, Marco, and the driver—I don't know his name.

And they all glared at me like they wanted to murder me.