Chapter Three

I soon give up my attempts to smack the door hard enough to either get someone’s attention to come and free me, or somehow break through the door myself. I even attempted to climb out of the window, but as like I had expected, it was also locked. The only thing which I could do now was pace, my worried thoughts of what Asher may want with me begin to consume my mind.

The many questions which I had also swirling around my head in the process, why has this man taken me? What does he want with me? Was this whole encounter planned or was it spontaneous? There are so many unknowns, but all I’m able to do is sit in this room and wait for whatever is planned to happen to happen!

After what feels like hours of pacing, I take a seat at the very foot of the bed with a sigh. My hands hurt incredibly, but I was much too nervous to even take a glance at the damage. I could feel there was an object piercing through my skin, which told me it would be better if I take a look. With a deep breath in to calm my nerves, I turn both of my hands, so my palms were facing me where I had to witness the damage.

There was a lot of dry blood on my palms but that was not the only alarming sight, on both hands were what I suspect are tree bark and other objects I had landed on when I fell embedded into my skin. I reach over and take a hold of one of the barks, but as soon as I put even the tiniest bit of pressure on it, a shock of pain makes its way up my arm.

I get up from the bed in sheer panic, but when the sounds of the door being unlocked fills the room, I whip my head away from my hands and to face the door. Within a few seconds, Asher had opened the door and was beginning to walk in with what appeared to be a plate of food in his hands.

He scans the room for a second before his eyes land on where a smile plays on his lips for a second, he starts to look over at me with a questioning look. I place both of my hands behind my back so he wouldn’t have the opportunity to see them being injured, that would only show him how much of an upper hand he had than me.

“I’ve brought you some food in case you were getting hungry.” He says breaking the silence whilst closing the door with his foot, but I only reply with a shake of my head at his action.

“I’m not hungry.” Is all I say looking down at the floor as I spoke, my hands now felt as though they were going numb in a sense from the pain.

But I had to admit one thing, I was starving. I hadn’t eaten anything since dinner the previous night, as I don’t really eat breakfast in the morning so the food which he had brought in was causing my stomach to rumble. When this happens, I see him smile with a raised eyebrow.

“Your stomach rumbling is telling me you may be lying about not being hungry, I had this food made especially for you.” He smiles taking a step towards me whilst waving the food in the air slightly, the intoxicating smell caused the hunger I was feeling to only grow that much more.

“I’m not eating any kind of food from you; I don’t know if you’ve put something in there which is going to hurt me in some way.” I say attempting to shake off the hunger feelings which was very present in my body, I can’t forget why I’m here in the first place, this man thought it would be a perfect idea to kidnap me!

I see a little hurt flash his expression once I insinuated that he would hurt me in some way, but he also shakes that feeling off and only sends me a smile in return, this man knows how to remain calm!

“I promise mi amour, I would never tamper with any of your food to cause you harm.” He smiles still holding the plate of delicious food in front of me, no matter how hard I tried, the urge to reach over and take the plate from him and devour all of that food was getting overwhelming. “I will leave it on the bedside table for you.” He says sensing I was having the internal battle with myself over taking the food, once his back was turned, I move one of my hands to check if it has somehow gotten worse, but it seemed to look the same.

He soon turns to look at me where I instantly, move my hand to be placed behind my back so he wouldn’t see it again. I had hoped I had done the action so quickly that he wouldn’t see, but when he looks over at me with a confused expression, it tells me I had done the opposite.

“Are you hiding something from me?” He asks taking another step closer to me, which only caused me to take slow steps backwards further away from him.

“No.” Is all I say while I continue to make my way backwards, my hands firmly behind my back, I was only getting myself into the corner where the bed and the opposite bedside table were blocking me in.

“If you’re not hiding anything, show me your hands.” He says still very intrigued but also knowing, I was definitely hiding something from him, which I was.

“No, why are you so insistent on looking at my hands, I’m not hiding anything, I simply don’t feel like showing you my hands.” I say acting as though it was a power ploy of mine, but when I back up too far and my hand comes in contact with the bedside table, a wave of pain pulses up my arm and I can’t stop the whence which escaped my lips.

“You’re hurt.” He says now putting everything together and realising my actions, I mean I didn’t do as good of a job of hiding it as I thought I was doing. “Let me see.” He says now fully walking over to stand in front of me, but I sink further into the wall with a shake of my head.

“No, why do you care so much? If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be in the situation at all!” I exclaim still trying to inch my way further from him, but as I wasn’t Casper the ghost, I was stuck.

“I understand how frightening this may be for you mi amour, but you will need to trust me until you’re able to learn the truth. I swear, I will protect you with every fibre of my being from anything that may wish to cause you harm.” He says looking me dead in the eyes as he spoke, while I as always get lost in them. “But I cannot do that if you refuse to show me what is causing you pain.” He continues now reaching out both his hands for me to take, at first, I wanted to tell him he doesn’t need to protect me and send me home.

But the longer I would look into his eyes, the more my body and mind wanted me to do the opposite and run into his arms. My eyes go down to his hands, which never moved from the position that they were in. With a little sigh, I ever so slowly move my hands from behind my back and towards his. Just before they could reach, I move them back from apprehension and fear.

“You can trust me.” Is all he says looking me in the eyes once again, I nod my head before turning my hands around and allowing him to take them.

He pulls them closer to have a look, where his face first holds shock and worry. But he soon puts on a brave face and sends me a smile, which melted my heart in a sense.

“You’re going to be just fine mi amour; I will call the doctor and he’ll be able to fix this right up.” He smiles about to pull away, but I instantly shake my head, there is no way I’m having a doctor touch me again!

“No! I don’t want any kind of doctor!” I exclaim attempting to pull away from him, but as he still had my hands in his grasp and they hurt too much to pull away, I was stuck. “They’ll be okay, your body fixes itself all of the time!” I say producing the best option in my head, yes it hurt like crazy, but I would rather that than having to see a doctor.

“Your body can’t fix itself when a foreign object is piercing through your skin, this needs to be taken out.” He says preparing to persuade me to see a doctor, but with what I had to endure a few months ago at the hands of one of them, there is no way I’m allowing him.

“Then you take it out.” I say throwing that option into the mix, yes, I didn’t trust this man as far as I could throw him after today but if he was the only option I had, I would take it!

“I’m not qualified to do this mi amour; it seems as though this could need some kind of stitches.” He informs me which once again, freaked me out and I shake my head in response.

“Please Asher.” I beg this time looking up at him a little terrified, this action does take him by surprise again where he studies my face for a few seconds.

“Very well, I will fetch a first aid kit whilst you take a seat on the bed.” He says finally giving in to the whole doctor option, I smile watching as he leaves the room for a few seconds but soon arrives with a box.

I knew how dangerous and stupid this was, the objects in my skin are in there a sufficient amount which may be dangerous. But the trauma I was forced to endure after trusting a doctor, I will never want to be put in that situation again.

He sits beside me on the bed whilst shifting through the many different objects, the smell which came from the box alone caused me to get a little worried, but I shake my head. That man can’t come near me now, it’s all going to be okay.

“I will begin with taking the objects from your hands, I’ll start with the left.” Asher says holding his hand out for me, I nod placing my hand in his but do turn my head to the side not to see what was happening.

I felt what I suspect to be tweezers take ahold of the bark, the pain I felt when I first touched it came but it was nothing as he began to pull it out. I cry out in pain at the feeling of the item being dragged out, but once it was fully out, it didn’t hurt as much.

“Let me stop the bleeding and than I’ll wrap it up, you’re doing great.” Asher says but I still refuse to turn around to look at what was happening, my hands still hurt but I knew it was a kind of good pain.

After what felt like hours, he had fully wrapped up both of my hands as I lay there watching him. His face held pure concentration as he carefully and gently, wrapped my right hand. There are still many questions I have for him and why I’m really here, but until that point, I can’t complain about the view.

Before I could dwell on those thoughts anymore, a wave of tiredness takes over where I let out a yawn. I was unsure of what time it may be but the darkness outside told me it was late.

Asher soon finishes what he was doing and smiles over at me, his hand slowly going to run through my hair as my eyes began to close. I was very close to fully falling to sleep when I heard his voice.

“You’re mine mi amour; I can’t ever let you go.” He whispers before sleep fully takes control and I drop to sleep.