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**** Alyssa **** The first few days of my solitary confinement were spent in my bed, seeing no one except the young girl assigned to bring me my food and gather my plates when I was done. I tried talking to her on the first day, but she’s a frightened little mouse that won’t speak to me. I vaguely wondered if my darling husband had ordered her not to engage with me. I wouldn’t put it past him to punish me by making this isolation as painful as possible. Then I remembered what a volatile basket case I’ve been since my failed escape. I probably frighten the flip out of her. Well, the not seeing anyone part is not exactly true, although the volatile basket case thing seems to have become my new reality. To be fair, my husband has been to see me several times and tried to talk to me, nicely even. I continue to completely ignore his existence, so I don’t count his visits as seeing people. He’s not a person. He’s a monster. On the first day, the doctor also tried to see me, but I kicked u
**** Enzi **** The morning after she ran… Well, describing this as a fracking disaster would be a colossal understatement. I just keep hurting her, and this time physically. I spent the whole night beside her, listening to her even breathing, hoping my presence was helping instead of hindering her healing, and praying to the Moon Goddess for her help and guidance. My treasure’s breath tripped a few times during the night like she was frightened or having nightmares, probably about me. Each time her breath caught, I just about lost my mind watching her face in the dark, whispering that everything would be ok, and praying that I wasn’t full of shit. “Hey, man, the sun will be up soon. It would help if you rested,” Jayvon calls when he notices I’m awake. “I’ll rest when she wakes up,” I grumble. “Get out of here. Go and shower, at least. Bring me back some coffee,” he jerks his head at the door with a sly half-grin, but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. He’s just as tired, just as wo
**** Alyssa **** Last night I finally consented to let the doctor inspect my injured arm. Enzi said he was worried I’d mess up my recovery if I were active too soon. So he would not allow me to go anywhere or do anything until I had let the doctor see my arm. The doc and Enzi were surprised and pleased that I had healed, and even though I didn’t want them to know I had advanced healing, it was clear that I had some level of shifter healing abilities. However, they had no idea exactly when I’d recovered, and I wasn’t answering those questions. The doctor also noted that my mental state seemed vastly improved since the last time he’d seen me. This morning, despite an abundance of jittery anxiety racing through my veins, I’m ecstatic to inhale a deep breath of crisp morning air. It tastes like freedom. Flipping delicious freedom. I arrived a little late for training, which I hadn’t meant to, but I was in such a damn hurry getting dressed that I caught my foot while trying to jam it into
**** Alyssa **** At 8 am, I report to Beta Jayvon, as requested, and his eyes glaze over the second he sees me. I guess he’s letting the dickwad boss-man know I’ve arrived. I’ve elected a knee-length navy pencil skirt and a cream blouse with threads of sparkly gold strips. I feel confident looking the part of a dutiful office assistant, even though I have no idea what they want me to do. “Glad to see you arrived on time. I was a little concerned you might make a break for it when we didn’t have someone escort you.” He smiles at me as if pleased I passed his test, but I sense an undercurrent of nervous tension. Internally I cheered since I knew it wasn’t the right time yet. “There doesn’t seem to be much point in running away, does there?” I reply calmly, not a hint of the bitter disappointment I feel. “There’s not; I will always find you,” from behind me comes the deep sexy voice of the man I hate. I turn and see him smiling sweetly at me. Urgh. It’s so unfair that he is so damn
**** Alyssa **** Apparently, today is my first day as my husband’s assistant. While I am not looking forward to being within close proximity to him the whole day, I sure am looking forward to the chance to locate the information I need to plan a better escape. His confusing behavior yesterday perplexed me further when, after dinner, he brought me chocolates and told me he wanted me to work directly with him today AND that his mother had been impressed with my notes. I’m not sure if I was more confused that he kept saying nice things to me, or that his mother suddenly seemed to know I existed, or if it was that the chocolates were the same type as the ones that mysteriously appeared in my room once a week since my arrival. What does that even mean? Either way, I’m more determined than ever to get out of here before my brain melts. Luckily, he also gave me my laptop back, and I spent half the night on the internet watching lock-picking videos. It took me a couple of hours of fiddling
**** Enzi **** A few days earlier… “You need to do something about that girl,” my mother said as she entered my office without an invitation — not that I cared since my mother has always been my biggest supporter, well, her and my brother. What bothered me was that I didn’t even hear my mother opening my office door. I was losing my touch as I let my emotions cloud my senses. “I’m working on it,” I replied, rubbing my temples. Goddess, this… girl… would be the death of me. I love her so much. She is fucking infuriating and perfect at the same time! I wish I could spoil her. Urgh! “I’m going crazy,” I admitted. There are only a few people in the world that I could safely be vulnerable in front of, and one of them is my mom. For the pack, I always had to be the strong Alpha since no one wanted to see me pining over a girl. I was being fucking pathetic, and I knew it. “Maybe you should just tell her,” my mother said. “I can’t do that,” I shot back. “Then maybe you should let her g
**** Alyssa **** Tomorrow is the night. I briefly reconsidered my plan to leave. Something in my guts told me I should stay for this birthday dinner and hear what he, along with everybody else, has to say. Enzi's been a jerk, but I know there's more to it; after all, he's implied there's a reason. Not that anything should excuse mistreating me to the extent he has, but I'm curious nonetheless. What could he possibly claim as an excuse? More than that, he's been weirdly nice lately. And he's been staring at me, almost lovingly, definitely lustfully. What's up with that? Frankly, it freaks me out to find myself drawn to him. The man is a mystery wrapped in a conundrum buried in an enigma with a steaming pile of crazy poop on top, and I just can't figure him out. I know there's something more going on, and I really want to trust that things might be starting to look up for me. Maybe, perhaps, there is a chance that my situation here will get better, that I'll be able to make a life here
**** Alyssa **** As I approach the bridge, I release my seatbelt and plant my foot again, aiming for the railing two-thirds of the way across the bridge. Just as the car is about to crash through the barrier, I shove the door wide open and leap, rolling further from the vehicle as I painfully hit the hard ground. Hearing the crunch as the car collides with the metal, I flip over and watch as the car does exactly as I hoped. The inertia pushed it through the old railing and off the side of the bridge. It plummets to the river below, ending in a loud splash. I pull my bruised, scrapped, and aching self up and push on; if they see me, the whole trick is over. I need them to think I lost control of the car and went down with it or deliberately chose to crash and go over. Either way, I want them to think I'm gone. I need them to think I'm gone. After my last escape attempt, I told him I'd rather die than continue living with him. That conversation replayed in my mind many times over, and