I wake up and see nothing but white. The walls, the carpet, the drapes, the furniture... All of it is white. I try to scream for help but all that comes is a pathetic gasp. My throat is too sore and dry to make a sound. I am able to get up and go to the window, but it won't break. Below all I can see is green. Everything is green for miles and miles. It's almost peaceful.
I hear laughter outside the door, whipping my head around to see who it is, hoping and praying that it's Michael. There is a soft knock at the door, followed by a familiar voice.
"Angel..? Are you awake?"
A gentle sigh escapes my lips as I hear Michaels gruff voice in the other side of the door. But since when does he call me Angel? Before I can clear my thoughts the doorknob turns and a tall figure walks in.
My heart sinks as Chris walks in with a smirk on his face. He obviously knows who I thought it was. He strides toward me, his grin growing wider as I corner myself against the bulletproof glass. His eyes scan my body, taking in every inch. God why didn't I put different clothes on? And where the hell is my robe?! I feel his gaze burning into me as I look down in fear.
His hand grips my chin, gently lifting it so my eyes will meet his. His thumb slides across my lower lip as I shudder in fear. I've never wanted Michael more than I do right now.
"You don't need to be afraid Angel. I won't hurt you... unless I have to. Which in that case you'll enjoy the pain."
He gives me an evil smirk as he pulls me against his chest, wrapping his arms around me in a comforting way, but it's bringing anything but comfort. His hand gives my ass a firm squeeze, causing me to squeal.
"You like that Angel?"
Before I get a chance to detest he does it again, this time lifting me off the ground. I gasp softly as he lifts my thighs, forcing me to wrap them around his waist. As I do so he places one hand under my ass, the other on my back as he walks to what I assume is a bathroom.
I was correct, it's a bathroom. And of course, it's all in white. He sets me on a counter, standing between my legs with his hands resting on my hips. His intense stare is set on my lips. He takes in a deep breath before speaking again.
"Let's get you cleaned up and then we will go over my rules. It is only after you understand my rules that you can see Cassidy and Adam."
My heart drops as he mentions the twins' names. He has my babies. Tears threaten to roll down my face as he squeezes my thigh. God I hope they're okay...
His thumb runs across my bottom lip before he lays a kiss on my cheek, gliding his hand up my thigh. He takes a step back and scans my body once again before he smirks.
"I'm gonna have so much fun with you Angel. And if you thought living with Michael was hell... you're in for quite a surprise."
He harshly squeezes my thigh and stares at me with an intense glare. I feel him edging closer as I press my back against the cold mirror. His lips smash into mine and before I have time to think I slap him briskly across the face. As soon as my hand connects with his face I knew it was a mistake.
He pulls his lips away from mine, grasping both my wrists above my head with his right hand and bringing his left hand to my throat and bringing his lips to my ear,
"You just made the biggest mistake of your life Angel, and now I'm gonna make you pay."