"Jaysa," Danzel spoke again. Her eyes went wide when she saw the man tried to reach out for her again. She pulled her body away from the man as far as she could. She did not want him to touch her. This was not what he wanted. He wanted her to be his, but not like this. Danzel decided not to fight it, and removed himself from the bed. Even though he was walking away from the girl, she kept her eyes on him. He felt her eyes on him and knew she was watching. Danzel walked over to his left side and opened up the large cabinet. It was a closet filled with clothes. Jaysa didn't remember seeing that there when she first walked in. He began to remove his three set suit. He glanced over to his wife that was facing away from him. He smirked a bit. This was the perfect time to see her husband's body, but she had no intention of looking. Danzel pulled on a silky blue bottom pajama pants, and left his muscular and hairless chest open for her view. Danzel made his way back towards the bed. Jaysa clamped back up when he reached the bed. Danzel was unsure of what he should do. She had never acted like this before. However, he knew why she was like this now. Danzel sat on the bed next to her and spoke. "I'm not sure what had happened to you to make you act like this, but I'm sorry." Jaysa just stared at him.
Is he stupid? Of course he knows. I told him about how I felt. Did he already forget the conversation?
"I won't force you to do something you don't want to do." Danzel looked at Jaysa and tried to lift up the spirits by smiling at her as gently as he could. Jaysa was not going to fall for his fake smile and his apology. He was still a man. "You should get out of that dress." He pointed at the dress. Jaysa's eyes went wide and pulled back again from him. She was unable to go anywhere, so she pulled her body into a ball as tight as she could." So would you rather sleep in that?" He questioned. He sighed. She was not responding to him so he pulled into view some material. She looked at it with caution unsure what to do. "These are your night clothes. The maids will bring in one for every night. They will hang them in the cabinet over there." He pointed to the Oak furniture that he had changed his close out of. Jaysa did not move for several minutes.
Is this a trap or is he really just being kind? She fought over the decision of grabbing the clothes or just staying in the wedding dress. Her mind finally came to a decision as she cautiously reached out for the material and snatch it out of his hands. She hugged the material against her chest as if he was going to snatch it away from her. Danzel had a blank expression on his face when she grabbed the outfit. Jaysa slowly crawled passed her husband. She wanted to keep her eye on him to make sure he did not try to attack her if she turned her back on him. Her feet touched the floor as she stood up. "Thank you." Jaysa whispered as she started to walk away.
"Where do you think you're going?" Danzel asked. Jaysa stopped in her tracks.
"I'm going to another room." Jaysa spoke, barely raising her voice.
"Why?" Danzel asked. He sat on the bed with his feet touching the floor. His hands were clamped together. He looked up at her waiting for a response.
"I thought you were going to let me leave the room?" She spoke back.
"I said I was not going to do anything, nothing about allowing you to leave this room." Jaysa spun around to look at her husband and yelled.
"So you're just going to torture me?" Danzel stayed quiet. "You say that you will not harm me, but yet you want to keep me locked in this room." Danzel had a smirk appear on his face.
"I will keep my promise. I will not touch you, but I also will not allow you to leave this room." He spoke with a grin on his face.
"Why do you always have that damn smirk on your face? Do you find this funny?" Jaysa yelled. Danzel did not speak but instead brought his hand up and pointed at the fresh scratches on his face.
"You need to remember, even though you are Queen. This scratch can still put you back into those cells. So you will obey me." Jaysa glared at Danzel. She would rather be in those cells than in the same room with this man.
Oh God, Jaysa thought. She had totally forgotten about the girls in the cells. So much had happened that she had actually forgot about the other women. "What about the other women?" She almost yelled out. Danzel was puzzled by her sudden outburst.
What does she mean by other women? He thought. Did she think she was going to – a grin was back on his face. He believed he knew what she was talking about and spoke. "Are you scared that I'll have more fun with them, then you?" He closed his eyes and sat back with his arms behind him. His body was in a diagonal position. "They would be better than you when it comes to obeying." He opened his eyes and looked at her. "They will do as I say." Jaysa couldn't take it anymore. She flew into a fit of rage. She proceeded to claw at Danzel with her sharp fingernails. She clawed at his chest and arms make it sting from the pain. He grabbed both her wrist to stop her attack. He was the one that now felt helpless. He tried to push her off, but she somehow managed to gain male strength.