Chapter Ten - Tavisha

'He won't care what you do to me. I am worthless to him. Just a useless commodity, he intended to marry off to the first available contract he would benefit from.'

I told the old man softly. I don't l know why I opened up to him but his words had shocked me.

'Had my father really betrayed a decades old friendship?'

 Why did I believe this old man instead f my own father?'

I was so confused and it was made worse by the pity I saw in his gentle eyes, I did not want their pity, I did not want anything from them so I turned away from him and walked back to my bed. I just wanted them all to leave me alone and as I was their prisoner, all I could do was curl on the bed with my back to him.

'Aww, colleen, my heart is sore for ye, so it is.'

He said softly then I heard the soft click of the door as he left and I could no longer hold back all the emotions inside me. Tears flooded my eyes as I realised my situation was hopeless. These ruthless cold blooded bikers had kidnapped me thinking I would provide them with some kind of leverage with my father.

They had made a huge mistake and I would pay the price.

I don't know how long I cried but eventually the tears stopped and I gulped in lungfuls of air to stop the sobs escaping from my throat, then I went into the bathroom, washed my face and straightened my shoulders. Looking at my pale, tear stained I reflection I made a vow.

'I was the Bratva Principessa. I had been weak and allowed my enemies to almost break me.'

I watched my emerald eyes harden as my spine stiffened.

'No more.'

I told myself.

'No. Fucking. More.'

By the time I exited the bathroom, my long pale hair was braided, careful application of the make up I had found in their hid my tear stained face, and I was wearing black jeans and a black hoodie that could hide my face if I desired.

I was taking back control.

My father had not broken me and neither would these fucking Irish Bikers. 

I would find away to escape but to do that I needed to regain my strength  and that required me to eat. 

I sat at the little table and demolished the bowl of fruit and a large glass of the juice, then I sat on the bed and gazed out of the windows. I was very restricted because of the chain but that was not going to stop me. 

I began to pace.

Closing my brain to the monotony I paced for hours, letting my mind soar free to all the wide open places I had been to, fields of flowers I had walked through, warm beaches I had strode along.

They had my physical body caged but they would never have my mind. 

Gradually, I began to incorprate my bed in my daily exercise regime, I did sit ups and push ups and anything else I could think of and I found a small rusty nail that I used to scratch off the days of my captivity into the headboard.

Killian O'hara did not return to my room.

I wans't causing him any trouble, I was eating the food he sent  and looking after myself. I knew there were cameras in my room and that I was watched twenty four seven, they did not know, however, that I had figured out my bathroom was not covered by the CCTV.

This was where I plotted my escape.

They believed I was a helpless woman, a spolied Princess who had been protected and ignored all her life.

'Most of that was true.'

I thought to myself.

'But I was far from helpless. What Papa or anybody else, had not known, was that I had watched the 'How To. videos of Mossad Agents.'

How to escape handcuffs.

How to escape when tied to a chair.

How to escape from the trunk of a car.

How to escape when chained up.

There were others and I had watched them all. I had also practised and practised everything they taught until I could do it without thinking just as they had instructed. 

The tiny paperclip I had found jammed between the floorboards of the bathroom had taken me hours to free because I could only work for a few minutes at a time without raising suspicions. I had been held captive on that fucking chain for more than a week when I finally got the clip free. The satisfying click of the padlock opening made me giddy with my success. 

I wasn't stupid.

I waited until the compound was quiet then slid silently off the wrong side of the bed out of sight of the camera and removed the chain. Dressing quickly in black jeans and hoodie I knew to the second, how long I would have to get this right before those watching would get suspicious. 

I slid a spare pillow into the bed so when they checked they would see a familiar shaped lump, me, and hopefully ignore the real me.

I watched the tiny red dots on the cameras. I knew when one went out I had five seconds before another came on. It took me two minutes to reach the balcony doors without being seen.

I was breathing deeply, this was it, once I opened those doors and alarm would go off and my surprise advantage would be gone, of course, what they also did not know was that I had been a gold medal winning sprinter during my high school years.

It was all I had.

I just hoped I did not break anything when I jumped off the balcony. 

It was only one storey up but I was a petite five feet four and half, {Yes, damn it, that bloody half counts!!] so it was quite a jump.