CHAPTER 7— CAUGHT IN A DANGEROUS SPIDER WEB—

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.