Chapter 4: My Pet 

Ethan’s POV

How long was he watching us? And why?

Before I could excuse or walk to him, Adrians walked to me, his eyes throwing daggers and my breath hitched. "Can I just borrow my partner from you?", he asks, holding me from my arms.

His hold tight made me witter in pain but forcing a smile I walked out from there with Adrian. 

"What did I ask you before we came here?", he growls as we walk in the parking lot. 

"What?", I furrow my brows at him. "I did exactly what you asked me to do..."

"Yeah right?", he snickers. 

"Don't let me get started", he leans closer to me. I was just talking with him...", I try to defend but he cuts me off. 

"I saw what you were trying to do, alright!" His voice is getting low and dark. "But don't forget...you are my Pet!"

"My little captive!", he growls.

His bitter words, accusing gaze, and hovering body numbs my system. I find it hard to stand under his dominance while my head feels light with his given names.

Pet...!

Little captive!

It reminds me of something I can never overcome.

"I want to go home", a shaky breath left out of me. "I need to...", I plead.

His gaze softened for a second but ignoring I just turned my back towards him. He calls the driver and I walk inside the car. Adrian didn't come with me, and I bothered least to ask why as I had no right over him.

"Drop him and meet me at the asked place later", he instructs the driver as I lean on the seat, closing my eyes. 

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Reaching home I don't even bother to open my dress but lay on the bed on my back. My head buzzed as unwilling events flashed in my mind, disturbing me like a haunted ghost. I struggle to breath, my chest heaving as I get up to search for my pills. My vision blurry as I gulp down the glass full of water.

"Everything is alright.... I'm alright", I assure myself.

I tried to lay back again brushing off my anxiety but it was hard to do so. My heart was thudding fast and uneasiness seeped through my skin. I felt like I heard some footsteps approaching, making me jolt up and sit.

I ran to close the door and lock it but something strikes me again and I rush to open the lock. It continued for some time and I was tired of being caught in a hallucination where my life felt threatened. 

"The pills are not working... what should I do?", I pull my hair in frustration.  "I think a cold shower would help me."

I rush to the washroom cascading my clothes down on the floor. The chilling water was sending shivers down my spine but it relaxed my muscles too. I lean on the wall with my hands supported and let my body soak nicely. 

"Hello, little captive... Where are you?", I hear a familiar voice echo in the washroom.

Flinching at my place I scan my surroundings nicely, panic crushes me over. "My dear Pet... you can never run away from me!", a sinister laugh echoes.

Closing the faucet, I ran out of the shower quickly. My body is shaking as tears brim in my eyes. I wrap myself in the bathrobe and walk into my room again. Water drips from my hair, soaks in the bathrobe and on the floor rug.

"When will this night end?", I ask as the darkness scattered outside the world was now suffocating me. I close the curtains and leave all the lights on. My body still trembling with the after shocks, I pull out some more pills out of desperation for a heavy dosage.

"You have to go... I won't let you bother me", I breathe heavily.

Saying I rock myself back and forth as tears silently slip through my eyes, and my lips quiver. It was already dawn when I passed out in a deep slumber with my wet hair and bathrobe on, curling into a tiny ball.

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When I woke up it was almost noon and my body was groaning in pain. My temperature was slightly high and I cursed myself under my breath. Crawling down the bed, I change in some warm clothes and go downstairs. 

"Mrs. Rosamand, can you give...", I barely had energy to even speak.

"Your breakfast is ready", she informs me, taking me to the breakfast table. "And here are your medicines for fever."

"Take rest after this", she pats my head lovingly and I pass a soft smile to her.

Finishing the food, I walk upstairs again forgetting about the devil with whom I share the roof. 

"Why did you sleep with wet hair and body?", an authoritative voice halts me on my way to my room. I pause for a second, recognising the person I wished least to see.

"I asked you something", he demands in his firm voice and I sigh deeply. "Don't act like you care", I reply, bothering least to meet his gaze and try to leave.

"You can't just walk away from me just like that", he grits. His hold is strong over my wrist as he stops me. 

I had no energy to meddle with him but knowing his adamant self won't let me go I turned to face him. My tired eyes meet his blaring one. 

"I was just tired and had no energy to change", I replied to his previous question. "Don't forget I...", I cut him off.

"Yes, I'm your slave... I remember it!", I lash out. "And you have the right to care for me, as all you should do is play or control me", I hissed.

His eyes widen a bit in amusement and orbs darken. He didn't imagine my outlash but then he did something unexpected.

Pinning me over his room door, he grabbed my nape in his rough palms. My neck craned up for my eyes to watch his hovering body over me.

"What do you think you are doing?", I ask in a puzzle.

"Playing with my toy", he whispers, leaning close and pressing his lips over me.