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I was awakened from my slumber by the sound of the shower. I shot lazy and sat in bed while rubbing my eyes at the same time. I didn't know what time it was but it looked like Ivan was late for work today as sunbeams had already crept inside the room.
My mind wandered to yesterday's incident. I was still upset after what happened. I can't believe Ivan chose to believe Kiki over me after knowing how much she hates me. It's not like we have some special connection and I accept him to support me and trust me. But he can use some common sense, right?
How can he even believe after what he had done to me? I can't help but feel disappointed by his behavior.
The bathroom door opens, breaking my train of thoughts. I looked over my shoulder. Ivan walked out of the bathroom and walked straight into the closet without sparing any glance. Not that I crave it.
Within a few minutes, he was back in the bedroom dressed in all black as he usually does. I
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Trapped 26
"What's going on here?" A familiar voice so suddenly resonances through the ghostly silence, switching Dean's attention toward the entrance of the kitchen. My heart thumps twice as I know to whom the voice belongs. I feel my whole body in the deep pit of stillness. Silence washes over us. I slowly turned my head and glanced in her direction. Kareena was standing against the door frame, her brows knitted in confusion. Her eyes were glued on Dean. As if feeling my gaze on her, she tore his eyes from Dean and drifted in my direction. Her beautiful grey eyes found mine. She narrows her eyes in suspicion. My tension intensified and I lowered my gaze toward the ground, unable to maintain eye contact for long. "Nothing Angel here is preparing breakfast for me," Dean says as he snaps his attention back to me. His eyes glared at me. Obviously, he is still mad at me. "Then why were you holding her hand? And why is she crying?" Karina further inqu
Trapped 27
The next morning, I was surprised to find Ivan still in bed, since he is normally up and out before I wake up. I couldn't help but stare at him. His hair was messy and a few locks were falling on his face. His lips slightly parted as I could hear soft snores coming from him. His chest rose and fell in rhythm. He looked calm and peaceful. He actually looked like an ordinary man instead of a heartless monster. I felt him stir in his sleep, which made him hold my breath. But fortunately, he did not wake up. I slowly removed my hand from his grip. I sighed, pulling myself slowly from the bed so I wouldn't wake him. I slip off and quietly stroll inside the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I proceeded to take a quick shower. After I clean up, I grab a clean towel and wrap it around me. When I stepped back into the room. Ivan was nowhere to be seen. Where did he go? Who cares? He is out of my face and that's what matters. I went through my closet
Trapped 28
I took note of my surroundings. The only thing that this dungeon I was being locked in had was old, tattered, and dirty matter that I was currently sitting on, curled into a small ball. The dungeon looked like it hadn't been cleaned for years. The corners of the floor and the walls were covered in dirt along with huge spider webs, not small but quite big. Only because the floors were covered with dried-up red stains which definitely was blood that had not turned blackish. They must have killed and tortured lots of people here. The thought itself gives me goosebumps all over my body. And the smell. Let's not talk about it. It smells like somebody has been rotting here. I couldn't even breathe properly when I first came here. I had to pinch my nose so I wouldn't inhale the putrid smell. It was totally disgusting and gross. I knew I was definitely going to be sick if I had to spend any more time here. I don't know if it is day or night. Neither do
Trapped 29
Three months later People say happiness and sorrow are part of life. One goes and the next comes, but I don't know what is wrong with me. I thought I would have a normal life if not happy after I escaped from hell, but I am still trapped here even after I ran from them. I feel like life has forgotten to give me and has only been taking things away from me. I don't know what to do with my life anymore. I have escaped from hell, but have I? It's been months since I escaped my nightmare. But my life hasn't changed at all. I have been locked in this farmhouse ever since I came here. I can't go out and perform my daily life like an average person. I loathed spending time here. It makes me realize how lonely I am. The silence haunts me, mocks me. Loneliness was eating me away the way termites eat wood. James would only come home every Friday evening and return on Saturday evening. Yes, he doesn't live here with me. A part of me understood tha
Trapped 30
I felt well-built forelimbs wrap around my waist, tugging me into a wall of muscle. A hideous shriek escapes from my lips. "Someone's jumpy," A familiar hoarse voice tells me behind me as it rests its chin on my shoulder as the heavenly scent of cologne whirls into my nose and soothes my sensibility. "I didn't even hear you come in." He was so quiet that I hadn't heard him coming up behind me. Another squeaked escapes me when he twirls me around, coming face to face with a wide thorax. I slowly raised my eyes to meet his piercing gaze. "You miss me?" He asked in response. "Yes," I nodded, smiling while I tucked a part of my hair behind my ear." I missed you". He angled towards me and I thought he was going to kiss me instead. He carried his lips to my ear. "I didn't miss you at all," My smile immediately replaced it with a scowl. I couldn't help glare at him. James throws his head back and lets out a laugh, finding it funny befo
Trapped 31
Loud noise from the phone's ringing tone wakes me up from my slumber. I let out a groan and placed the pillow on top of my head, irritated by the noise. I decided to ignore it. Soon the ringing of the phone stopped and again a minute later it went off. I went back to sleep but couldn't, so I decided to get up if I wasn't going to fall asleep. I shot up from the sitting position, rubbing my tired eyes. I blinked my sleep away from my eyes, looking up at the clock hung on the wall to check the time, finding it just seven am in the morning. Still early as I usually wake you, from 8: 30 to 9 am. I could hear the sound of water running, alerting me that James was in the shower. Just a minute later, his phone dinged, informing me that he had received a text message. This time I couldn't help the curiosity that sparkled in me. I crawled over to reach for his phone from the nightstand. I looked at the screen to find the number of an unknown number. I k
Trapped 32
I peeled off my dress from my body and threw it in the basket and made my way to the shower before turning it on. After cleaning most of my body and hair, I dried myself before wrapping it around my body and another around my hair. I opened a cabinet and took out the first-aid kit. I found a gel that can help cool down the wounds. After applying it to the blackish-purple spot, I rolled the bandage. I got dressed in an all-black jumpsuit before heading towards the kitchen. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw James already seated at the table. He was dressed up in a grey suit and white shirt. Why is he so handsome? My ticker began to beat hastily, suddenly feeling on edge. I looked down and hesitantly took a seat across from him. "Good morning.” He greeted me with a warm smile. Bastard. "M-Morning". I greeted him back with a forced smile of my own. James didn't look bothered at all. To be frank, I was a little taken back after
Trapped 33
One and a half months have passed since the day Ivan had broken my leg without showing me any mercy. I have been on complete bed rest since. Life hasn't been easy here. Ivan is discourteous and inhospitable towards me. It's not like I crave his affectation or something, but you don't have to persistently slur me every chance he gets. It's the same story for Dean that he avoids me like the plague. David and others behaved as he did before I ran away from them. Hot and cold. Yes, initially, when they brought me here he was extremely inhospitable to me, but with time, he began to warm up. Actually, warm-up is not the word, more like it ignores me. I still don't understand why they keep me here when they can't even stand me. I mean they could have killed me but they didn't. Not that I want to die, but I don't understand why I am still alive. I am just a liability to them. They have changed the site. It's not the same repository where I firs
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