Chapter 7

               Layla's P. O. V. 

    

    When the woman had walked me into this room, I'd wondered how he'd react when he saw me looking different from the woman he had kidnapped yesterday - I couldn't recognize myself when I looked into the mirror after my make up was done. But I was met with a large, circular room with complete glass walls, not a single window, a large bed situated in the center of the room and a single circular table at the other side of the glass wall, with a black clothing and all sorts of food you could think about seated on it.

    

    I stopped to look for a while before I heard the door slam behind me and the woman was gone, leaving me alone in the room. I couldn't find a single thing to watch to keep my mind busy. The night was slowly getting darker but the room was brightly lit, it was impossible to think it was completely dark outside.

    I walked over to the table and sat down, wondering if I'm supposed to eat. I didn't want to eat but my body said otherwise. I needed to eat something if I wanted to live another day. I wasn't sure if I wanted to live anymore but my body system wouldn't cooperate this time. I was losing my balance and my stomach was churning for food.

    

    I heard the door slide open and I turned around to see him walk in, his name dancing in my tongue as I tried to recall that woman calling him earlier.

    I quickly looked forward again and heard him advancing towards me. He soon appeared in front of me and sat down on the chair across.

    I remained silent. I looked up and behind me to check if the door had closed behind him. My eyes went wide as I saw the doors wide open. Did he forget to shut the door close?

    

    I slowly looked back at him, plastering my surprised face with a poker one.

    

    " Before you tell me you're not going to eat, a drill I already know, eat! " He commands, his eyes burning lasers through my skin.

    

    Picking up the fork placed next to the empty gold plate in front of me, I replied " seems you do this all the time, kidnapping girls "

    

    " Don't get any ideas, girl, your parents gave you to me for exchange of what they took from me "

    

    I shut my eyes as his words sank into me. Why would they do that? What did they do to him? Who was he?

    

    " Now you'd be doing yourself a favor by eating " he replied, filling his plate with grilled meat and some leaves. I watched him closely. He wasn't watching me anymore. This is it. I need to make the run now. I tried to stand on my legs but felt the shoes I was wearing. They were high heels.

    Slowly, I reached below to unbuckle the strap shoes, my eyes not leaving him. He looks up at me, as if wondering what I was doing but he doesn't ask or say anything. Explaining myself would make him suspicious so I don't say anything. after unbuckling them, I picked up my fork again and started filling my plate. He looks away now while I slowly pull my feet from the shoes and steps out of them. Then I dropped the fork and stood up, running fast towards the door.

    

    I ran as fast as I could, reaching the door after a few run only to be dragged back by my arm. A srong hand grabbed my arm, squashing it hard and causing me to scream in pain.

    

    I find myself getting pulled back against the wall and pushing me hard into it. I cried in pain as he pressed me against the glass and I feared the force breaking it and prickling my skin if he continued to apply that amount of pressure.

    

    " Please, you're hurting me " I cried sharply.

    

    " What did you think you were doing?! " He yelled into my face, his lips only an inch away from my face. With his other hand, he held my chin hard and squeezed, inflicting more pain " you'd didn't think I was a fool leaving the door open for you , didn't you? "

    

    " You're hurting me! " I screamed, begging him to let go of me.

    

    Before I knew what was coming, he smacked me across the face, throwing my face to the side. Sharp, fast, strong.

    

    It was over before I even knew what happened, the skin on my face stinging from the slap I could barely believe had come my way.

    

    If you’ve never been smacked across the face, let me tell you something, it is humiliating. Mostly because your eyes start to tear up, whether you mean to be crying or not. The shock of it and the sheer force of it stimulate your tear ducts.

    

    There is no way to take a smack across the face and look stoic. All you can do is remain still and stare straight ahead, allowing your face to turn red and your eyes to bloom.

    So that’s what I did.

    " Don't you ever try to fucking run away, you hear me?! " He screamed in my face.

    For a minute it felt like my breath got caught in my throat and all I could think about was him letting go of me.

    But instead, his strong big palm leaves my chin and wraps around my neck, blocking any form of air passage into my lungs.

    

    I reached for his hand, fighting to loosen it but his grip was powerful. I wasn't going to win this. He was going to kill me. And he wouldn't think twice about it. I couldn't die like this. But I saw no point in living again, not like this.

    

    He lets go of my neck at once and I fought for air, breathing in sharply and coughing hard. Before I knew what was happening, he was carrying me and throwing me over his shoulder. I couldn't fight him, I was still suffering from the pain on my neck and arm. He started moving and the next thing I knew, he was dumping me on the large bed, causing the saliva in my neck to choke me further.

    

    " No! " I screamed as I saw him advancing towards me, laying flat above me, anger contorting every aspect of his face. 

    I've never seen a man so agressive, so angry before. He was a monster, a monster I'd never

know how to tame. A monster that would break me.