Enslaved

Chapter 5

I flutter my eyes open to a dimly lit room. A slight ache runs through the center of my brain.

It takes me a moment, to gather myself and my vivid memories. Finally, events of last night come crashing in.

I have been abducted!

I try to recall the chronology of events but they are a bit muddled up.

Who was the man that kidnapped me?

I can not recall the exact facial feature but he was tall and sturdy.

I look around, trying to decipher my surroundings.



The description of the room comes out to be that the walls are off-white and that is pretty much it.

There isn't more to the room.

I can see some windows on one side of the room, but they are sealed.

I am currently lying on a white mattress. I get up with wobbly legs. A chill runs down through my entire body as my warm soles are met with the cold tiles.

A cedar wood door is fixed in front of the mattress, and then another towards the left of the mattress. The windows are allocated towards the right.

I scuttle straight and to my luck the door opens. My heart rejoices and a smile unfolds at the newfound escape but the scenery that unfolds next gives me pure dejection.

The isn't the opening to my freedom but the wardrobe.

I close the door, with my head hung low and so are my hopes.

" That impatient to escape? " A hoarse voice inquires.

I vault in fear, a little startled.

I look back to see it is one of the Stanley Twins, the same man I spit on!

" You! What are you doing here? " I question enraged.

He wasn't the one who kidnapped me.

I'm petrified, very. But as soon as I see this man my blood boils and my fear vanishes. He makes me brave in situations I wouldn't be brave. He instills in me the desire to oppose when my first impulse is to submit.

Something eerie about human barbarity is, that it can instill terror and valor at the same time.

He rolls his eyes at my stupid question.

" I own this place. " He says as a matter of fact.

" You got me kidnapped! " I exclaim and I am met with another eye roll.

" I did? Who would have guessed? " He lets out his sarcastic remark.

" Why? Aren't you satisfied yet? You murdered my parents brutally. You ki..killed them. Isn't that enough? " I question, extremely tired of all the injustice being done to me.

" It was...until you decided to f**k with me. Tell me Mikros, what was the need to go to the police? " He asks, striding towards me slowly. His gaze fixed on me.

His whole demeanor radiating authority.

" You ki..killed my pa..parents. " I whisper weakly, thick fat tear droplets forming in my eyes.

" And what good did going to the police earn? " He asks, standing in front of me. Our bodies only a foot apart.

Going to the police earned me nothing but turmoil. I hang my head low, not meeting his dominant gaze.

" A..are you goi...going to kill me? " I ask, numbly. Even though death scares me, I don't have a lot to live for. There is nothing left for me, but me and I don't mind him taking that away.

" No. " He utters, not exhibiting any emotion. He just proceeds to stare at me as if I am the most intriguing thing for him.

I slide down the closed door.

" Le..let me go th...then, pl..please. " I sob pathetically, my emotions all jumbled up.

" You shouldn't have done that. " He asserts, implying about the time I spit on him.

" I'm sorry. " I whisper, receptive to say anything to get out of his hold. My desperate pleas are yet again repudiated.

He sighs and then scoots down to my level. He lifts his hand and brings it forth. I flinch as soon as his hand makes contact with my skin.

" Relax. " He orders and I gulp in fear. Trying to curb my abnormal breathing pattern.

" Sorry isn't going to fix anything Ellie. You should have kept your mouth shut like everyone in this town does. " He warns.

" Yo..you don't go around killing everyone's parents, do you? " I ask, hurt over my loss. I lost my parent, no one eldest theirs! It's easy for them to hush down.

" Do you know what your father did, Ellie? " He asks gently. For the first time using my name rather than that awful word he usually uses, Mikros.

What does that even mean?

I shake my head in negative. I truly don't understand why he assassinated my parents.

" He arrested my brother and imprisoned him. We acquainted him, but he was too ignorant in his line of duty. He paid no heed to our menace. " He states, still sliding the back of his hand on my cheek in a circular pattern. Caressing me in an innocuous manner.

" He must have done something wrong if my father arrested him. " I argue. He looks at me with disappointment, negatively shaking his head.

" There are a lot of things you do not understand Mikros. But to answer your question, it doesn't matter if what Stephen did was right or wrong. " He asserts.

" Why does it not matter? " I ask, not getting what exactly he is implying.

" Quite curious, aren't you? " He asks and I look down.

" Curiosity killed the cat Mikros. If the crime that Stephen committed, did not matter to your father he would have been alive. " He remarks.

" Did it hurt? " I ask out of nowhere. He looks a little startled.

" When you killed my parents, was it painful? " I ask, no matter how hard I try to forget their death it just comes crashing in. The thought cracks open my resistance and always manages to seep into my brain, bringing back haunting memories.

" Your mother had a painless death. " He states, not elaborating much about my father.

" How can death be painless? " I question with tearful eyes. My heart aching at my parent's death.

Uncontrollable sobs escape my lips and I break down. I wail at my loss and he suddenly gets up. I flinch back, alerted.

He leaves the room with the door open. I keep looking at the open opportunity but make no attempt. I stay put and he soon comes back with a glass of water.

He scoots down to my level and pushes the glass to my lips.

" Drink. " He enjoins.

I swallow the water slowly. When I'm done, he puts the glass aside.

" What are you doing to do to me now? " I ask, petrified of my tragic fate.

" As long as you obey me, you'll be safe. " He states, not answering my question. He gently sweeps a wisp of hair that fell on my face. His gesture turns out to be gentle rather than brutal. But brutality is all I have received from this man.

" But they said that you and your brother are going to..." I argue, but I stop midsentence not wanting to say that awful phrase.

" Going to what, Ellie? " He interrogates, my name unfold on his tongue smoothly.

" Going to use me for your pleasure. " I utter, looking down yet again. The floor unexpectedly seems intriguing.

" They don't own you, Ellie. I do and like I said. As long as you obey me, I won't harm you. " He states again. I look at him hopeful. Can I trust him?

I shake the thought out of my head.

" What's your name? " I inquire.

" You don't know my name? " He asks a little shocked and astonished.

" It's Elijah. You don't know a thing about this town, do you? " He implores, shaking his head. He acts like it is mandatory to know his name and I am dumb not to.

" I...I just shifted here. " I mutter in my defense.

" If you're the mafia, why does the police listen to you? " I ask getting confused. Shouldn't they take action against him?

" Because they aren't naive like you Mikros. They know what's good for them and what's bad. " He utters, eyeing me.

" Can you not let me go? I...I won't say a word to anyone, Elijah. Please let me go... " I beg. If he is initiating a conversation I should try bargaining for my freedom and not try to instill his wrath upon me.

" You defied me Mikros when no one else dared to do so. That piqued my interest as much as it provoked me. I can't let you go now. " He states, maintaining eye contact. His intense gaze makes me feel vulnerable.

His hand travels to my chin and he raises my head. My eyes meet his gaze and I don't see hostility or resentment in them anymore. It's like he is being...nice?

His hands snake to the back of my neck and grasp it softly.

" Do not move Mikros. " He commands and for the first time, I decide to listen, to avoid irritating him.

" Wh...what are yo- " I try to question but my phrase is blocked by his lips. His warm lips smash against mine and I scamper back but his grip holds me in place.

He moves his lips against mine, trying to get more out of a mere kiss. A whimper escapes my lips and he takes that as a chance to dive in. His tongue explores every inch of my mouth, conquering me through a sheer kiss. His tongue explores my mouth and I go numb. Not knowing how to avoid the sudden intrusion.

His teeth slightly brush against my lips and he smirks, still holding me in place. He retrieves his tongue back and starts nibbling on my lower lip gently.

He ultimately decides to back off though only when he is satisfied.

" Panemorfi. " He comments

A soft smile unfolds on his chiseled face.

( Beautiful )

" Why did you do that? " I question enraged. Why does he continue tormenting me like this? I feel so miserable because I can't stop him from doing so. My harsh emotions of anger hide immense helplessness.

" It seems that you might be forgetting Mikros, I'm not answerable to you. " He taunts. I look at him with profound bitterness.

I raise my fist to wipe off the existence of his lips smothering against mine. But before I can do so, he grips my tiny fist in his robust hands.

" Be a good girl for me and put that hand down. " He orders in a browbeating voice.

I let my fist fall down to the ground.

He finally arises from his slouched position.

He goes inside the wardrobe and my gaze follows his motion. He takes something out of a chiffonier. He comes back and sits in front of me.

" Come closer. " He commands, his voice losing the benignity he once held.

He finally brings the object forth and my eyes go wide at what he clasps.

" What is that for?" I scream, offended.

" It's a collar. More precisely a shock collar. Now be still. " He commands, trying to get a hold of me.

I start wriggling and struggling.

" You will not put that on me. I'm not a dog Elijah. " I object to his cruelty.

" You're my property and that is a mark of my ownership over you. Do not test me Mikros. " He warns.

" You said you won't hurt me. " I whimper at the deceit.

" If you obey me, I won't. The shock collar won't hurt you unless you decide to pull a stunt and get yourself in trouble. " He tries to explain but no way in hell can forcing a collar on me be justified.

He brings the collar near my neck and I go ballistic.

" No-no-no. " I keep on shrieking. Hurling my legs and arms in the air.

" That's it! I'm done with your s**t! " He exclaims and grips me unceremoniously.

He shoves me back on the cold hard tiled floor. He gets on top of me and asserts his torso weight on me, restricting my movements.

He yanks my hands and clutches them above my head effortlessly, making me utterly immobile.

" You're going to f*****g wear this collar like a good girl. Do you f*****g understand? " He barks at me. Eyeing me dangerously. His voice thunders around the entire room making me flinch in fear.

I refuse to answer him and tilt my head lateral.

" I expect an answer from you Mikros. Do not test me. It will end horribly for you. " He warns, fuming with fury.

" Submit to me and wear the collar or I will f**k you up so bad that you will be begging for mercy. " He threatens. Still holding me in a vice-like grasp, stopping the blood flow due to the immense pressure exerted.

He finally gets up and grabs the collar which ended up being propelled to the corner of the room.

He picks it up and throws it at my feet.

" Are you going to f*****g wear it or not Mikros? " He booms, eyeing me impatiently.

I look at him with resentment. I'm being treated worse than an animal and he expects me to obey!

" Go to hell! " I blurt, extremely aggrieved at his treatment.

" Wrong Answer. " He growls, striding towards me dangerously with bloody murder in his eyes.

He extends his hand and grasps my hair roughly.

" You're going to be very sorry once I am done with you. " He asserts, dragging me towards my doom!

That is it for today!

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