"I'm not your wife, Kieran. Now let me go, this is ridiculous," I scoff.
"Yes. You are."
"How am I your wife? We didn't get married."
Kieran places his hand up in front of my face showing me the tattoo that's on his left hand. "Okay. Soyou’remarried?"
"Look at your hand," he says with a sharp tone.
I pull my left hand up, and sure as shit on my ring finger is a tattoo of yesterday's date. My stomach rolls, and I say the first thing that comes to my head, "I think I'm going to throw up." But I recover quickly when he places his hands on my shoulders to steady me, making me turn on him. "How the fuck did I end up marrying you?"
"I drugged you, but you still said the words, I do."
"That's fucked up, Kieran. I'm never going to be your wife," I sneerat him.
He grips my forearms pulling me into him. "You will always be my wife. No matter what," he says before crashing his mouth to mine.
At first, I keep my lips pressed so tightly together, but the harder I tighten my jaw, the harder he pushes to get me to open up. Kieran finally breaks through my defenses, and I open up like the failure I am.
After a bit, he pulls away, and his eyes soften when they meet mine. He leans in and whispers, "Mia, you were always supposed to be mine. I just made it happen."
My body sags with his words. Maybe if I can get him to uncuff me, I can figure out a plan to escape. With that thought I ask, "Can you at least let me out of here?"
Kieran narrows his eyes at me, and I can see the wheels moving in his head, trying to see if I'm going to pull something over on him. "Please, Kieran. I’m hungry, and you can't leave me locked up here," I beg as Ihold up the arm that is handcuffed to the bed.
"Fine," he snaps, pulling a set of keys out of his pocket. I take note, just in case he tries to lock me up anywhere else. If I'm being honest with myself, though, this feels a little too easy.
When he releases my arm from the handcuff, I rub my hand to ease the pain that it caused, while maneuvering myself into a sitting position.
"Here.” Kieran's deep voice rolls over me as he hands me a plate with a sandwich on it.
Right at that moment my stomach lets out a huge rumble, and I don’t waste any more time. I slowly break the sandwich up into small bites before shoving them into my mouth. While eating, I glance around the room to see if there is any way I can make a break for it.
That’s when I see it and a small spark of hope ignites insideof me. On the opposite side of the room, I notice a door that I hadn’t before. My mind moves through many different scenarios, trying to think about what it could be and how I could use it to my advantage. I must be staring at it for a while because Kieran breaks through my thoughts when he says, “That’s the door to the bathroom.”
I turn to him, and he’s looking at me as if he can read my mind, when he adds, “And there is no window or way to escape.”
My shoulders sag, that bit of hope from earlier, extinguished, so instead, I focus on finishing my sandwich. All the while thinking,how the hell am I going to survive Kieran or Mikhail.
thirteen
Kieran
I watch Mia, examining her as she eats the sandwich I had Imogen make for her. As she eats I can see her eyes darting around the room, and the wheels moving in her head. I’m not stupid, I know Mia enough that she's still trying to figure out how to get out of this predicament, but there isn't.
I will never let her go.
When her eyes land on the bathroom door, her eyes light up as if she’s found the answer to all her problems. She’s still eating slowly, but all I can see is her making plans. I let her enjoy the tiny bit of hope that she has discovered for a few seconds, before telling her, “That’s the door to the bathroom.”
Mia slowly turns toward me with confusion in her eyes. She’s probably wonderingwhy I’m telling her this when I add, “And there is no window for you to escape.”
Her shoulders sag but she doesn’t say anything, she just continues to eat her sandwich. The light from earlier is gone, and for some reason it does something to my chest. Taking my hand to it, I rub the spot trying to relieve the small amount of pain. Maybe Henry is right and I should move her upstairs.
The moment Mia finishes eating, she places her plate down on the small table next to the bed, then turns toward me with a look of disgust in her eyes. Ignoring it, I stand up and place my hand out as I ask, "Shall I show you where you will be sleeping, outside of this room?"
"Sure," she says, shrugging her shoulders. She's trying to be as nonchalant as possible, but I see right through her. But if she wants to keep this facade up, I can play, too.
If it was up to me, we would just be heading straight to thebedroom, so I can fuck her brains out again to remind her who she belongs to. We walk up the stairs from the basement, coming to the first floor.
