Loving You - Chapter 5 (Patreon)

I finally finished my food. I didnt want to eat it but my stomach felt empty for some reason and the fact that he drugged me while there was alcohol in my system didnt help my health either. I hated to admit it, but the food was delicious. Like someting you'd eat in a 5 star restraunt. But now that my food was all gone I was stuck here in this extravagant room now knowing what would come next.

I'd managed to scope out my surroundings and get a vague understanding of where

I was. Obviously I wasnt anywhere near my hometown or state for that matter because there were no beaches anywhere near me.

I spot a mirror on the wall away from me so I walk over to it to get a good look at my face currently. I'm still in the clothing that I wore to the club. My makeup now is smeared on my face. Probably from all the crying I did. And my once straight hair was waving and if just put some water on it I knew that it would scrunch back up to its untamable mass. I recalled what Damien had said about my hair. I'm guessing since he likes it curly he was going to keep all heated appliances from me.

The door sounded catching my attention, and in came the devil himself looking sleek and sexy in his dark clothing. In his hands he held some fabric. After some closer examination I figured it was clothes for me.

"I figured you'd want to take a shower and get yourself cleaned up. I took the liberty of picking out some clothes for you. I'll have some more delivered sometime this week, but until then you'll just have to make do with what I could get before we left."

"Why are you keeping me here?" I asked incrediously, finalyl finding my voice. He only smiles at me before replying, "Because I want you" As if it were such a simple answer and I was being ridiulous for asking.

I didnt bother with a reply and just snatched the clothes from him and walked to the bathroom. I remember one thing before I entered and turn to him to catch him staring at me with an indecipherable expression on his face.

"Did-did you kill Peter?" I resented my voice coming out so shaky, betraying how I truly felt as oppossed to how I was trying to act. His expression didnt change as he starts walking towards me. And as he got closer I finally realize just how scary he truly is. He leans closer to me and puts his hand on my cheek, caressing my jaw. His emotionless eyes makking it impossible to look away. I can feel myself shaking as the fear tears its way up my spine.

"No." Before I could even respond he walks out of the room leaving me to shower on my own.

*****

After I shower Damien only comes in the room once more to feed me dinner and asks me a few personal questions.

"So whats your favorite color?" I keep my eyes trained on the bed sheets as I answer him.

"I dont have one." He seems to be caught off guard by that answer. "What do you mean you dont have one?" And the curious tone in his voice causes me to look up at his face and I immediately wish I hadnt. He's looking at me with a genuinely curious expression etched onto his face. His head is cocked to the side as if he was trying to get a look at me while my head was down so his hair is now falling into his face.

Under any other circumstances I would have thought it was the cutest thing I had ever seen. I might have even laughed. But these were anything but normal circumstances and he was waiting on me to answer his question.

"Um.. I dont know. Theres just too many colors for me to narrow it down to just one." He laughs at my answer and looks at me with a strange expression on his face. "You intrigue me."

I blush at his admission. The rest of the night goes on like this. He asks me a question and I answer it. I find him much easier to talk to knowing that he didnt kill Peter. So I just answer his questions shortly, hoping he'll take the hint and leave me alone.

He eventually asks me if I have any questions for him. Big mistake on his AND my part.

"Yes actually I do. Are you crazy? You kidnapped me! I mean, I'm a person not some weird plaything you can have and hold for your own sick obsession! I matter! I have friends, and a job, and family! What do you think theyre going to do once they realize that I've been stolen away from my home!"

He only stares at me, a light smile moving its way across his full lips. "That's for me to worry about Angel."

"But, I have family and friends! They're bound to call the police and-" Before I could finish something dangerous glints in his blue orbs and he suddenly stands up, fisting his hands in my hair and jerking my neck back in an uncomfortable position.

"Listen to me, and listen well angel because I'm only going to say this once. forget about your family and forget about your friends. I'm your family now. You belong to me and they? They dont matter anymore. So unless you want them to have a miraculous car crash, or be innocent bystanders in a driveby I suggest you wrap your mind around it real quick." Tears were falling by the gallon out of my eyes already. His words sending cold fear through me.

"Now fucking go to bed. And this selfish attitude that you're having right now, better be gone by morning." He speed walks across the room and slams the door behind him. Hard. causing me to flinch at his harshness. I screamd and threw a pillow at the door. The soft object doing no damage at all.

I curled myself into a ball and cried myself to sleep that night. The reality of how lonely and scary my life would be from this point forward finally setting in.

*****