It had been three days since they returned from the trip. Exactly 72 - and some hours - since they touched down in their city. Even at that, Arabella noticed that her master did not stop doting on her. He seemed to have taken it upon himself to make sure that she lacked nothing, all round. They had breakfast early in the morning before he left for work, and had dinner together after he had returned. She noticed she slept on his bed more often, and they made love every night. Hot, sweet, delicious sex, she swore she could never get tired of. That morning, Arabella rose from bed earlier than her master. He must have been worn out from all the work he had to do on her the previous night. She blushed just thinking about it. As routine demanded, she was to head to the kitchen, clear the plates from last night, and prepare for that morning. Then, she would clean up the rooms of the mansion she had left the previous day, have her bath, and relax until it was lunch time. Arabella no lon

As Arabella ate, Klaus watched her carefully. He did not take his eyes off her, not even for a single second. Even when he casually tucked his pasta into his mouth with his fork, he licked his lips sensually when he saw her sauce drop to the top of her cleavage. She chuckled as she reached for a napkin and wiped it off. Her breast danced in the dress, and Klaus cursed within him. God! He could not wait to tear the dress off her when they got home. It was a very expensive one, but he did not care. He would have her in a rush when he wanted, and that was all he could think about as he ate in silence. When his phone vibrated in his left pocket, Klaus frowned. He was going to ignore it, but he had a hunch it was going to be a call from someone important, for something important. Arabella's eyes were on him, as if urging him to pick the call, with a silent promise she would not be offended. Klaus Lavon heaved a sigh and reached for his phone. He brought it out and took a close look

The slow sounds of droplets of water filled Arabella's ears. As they touched the ground, they echoed in her mind, sending reverberations through her entire body. Now conscious, she struggled to part her eyelids, but stopped when her head felt as though it would split into a million and one unequal parts. She opened her ears, before her eyes, listening for a sound, any sound at all that could expose her location to her. The droplets of water did not do much. The room was cold, there were barely windows, she noticed. The smell of wet earth gripped her nostrils, and she fought back her sneeze more times that she could count. When Arabella was finally able to open her eyes, she was welcomed into pitch black darkness - one as dark as night itself. Panic gripped her chest with sharp claws. Her eyes scanned the entire room. She was not sure of how big, wide, tall, high, or spacious the room was. There were no windows, no source of doors or lighting in the entire room."Hello?!" Arabell

The splash of cold water against her skin caused her to shudder. The hairs on Arabella skin prickled, her eyes shot open immediately as the cold rushed down her spine, jerking her back to consciousness. A loud gasp escaped her throat. The cold gust of wind that seeped into the room through the windows, threatened to freeze her spine. She was more than wide awake, and with a faint memory of all that had happened, leading to that very point, where she was tied to the chair and facing a random old man. Only, he was not random. She could remember his face, and very clearly. A few minutes or hours ago - Arabella was not exactly sure of how long she had spent in her fall-induced comma. The old man was not alone this time. Two other men stood behind him. Arabella could tell with one look, that they all worked for him. His lazy little minions. She scoffed, a bitter one, and rolled her eyes. The demon man who had claimed to be her husband did not see this gesture of hers. For that, she

Klaus lay sprawled on his couch. He had moved one up to his room since Arabella's disappearance, seeing as he liked to keep to himself in his room, and he did not always like to lie down. It was efficient in moments like this one, where he had to drink himself to stupor while thinking of her.As he scrolled through images of Arabella, the ones he had taken of her while they were at Las Vegas, his heart broke even more. There was something about her bright eyes, and her pure smile. Knowing he might never get to see her again, to tell her how much he loved, valued, and cared about her, tore him to pieces. He was a big mass of nothing without the woman who had brought colour to his dark life.Tears ran down his eyes. Klaus had never thought himself a man who cried, but it was the only way to get rid of the pent up frustration in his chest.He found his favorite picture of her; the picture he had taken in the pool, back in Las Vegas, when they made love directly underneath the sunset f