Third person's POV
Gianne couldn't help but scream that she knows she has nothing to lose. They entered the house while Liam held her tightly by his arm, and he didn't care about her leg being injured either.
"Let go of me!" Gianne said nothing but those words while her tears poured down.
"You're really trying to escape me?! You said we needed to talk! But you're being hard-headed!"
"We have nothing to talk about!"
He stopped walking and faced her. His jaw was drawn and he approached her and grabbed her hair.
"I'm being nice to you, I tried to be good to you." Liam said firmly before letting go of the hair.
He looked at her devishly.
"Trying to be good?" And then he stopped, so Liam's jaw tensed again.
But he pulled her, but she was stubborn and did not budge. "I need my daughter." she started again.
"I need you too." Liam looked at her coldly.
"For what? to feel the pain? " He smiled mockingly at this, "It's fucking hurt!" She said on his face.
"You've hurt me. I've been hurt. Is that enough for you to let me go and give me my child?"
But liam didn't care and he forcefully pulled her, They went up and Gianne stopped crying while looking around the place where she was. She didn't notice that it was the living room downstairs, but why were there so many fabric wrapped around the furniture? Everything wasovered with cloth.
She looked at it in wonder,
"Can we talk?" Gianne looked confused.
"Don't fool me." was the only answer she got.
She saw the room that he had locked her in,fear enveloped him again and she tried to pull his arm. Even though her leg still hurts, she can't handle it in her current situation.
"I-I'm scared," she demand.
She held one of Liam's hands so that the man stopped and stared at her with his eyebrows raised.
His soft face registers because he can feel the trembling of Gianne's hand. He looked at the woman's hand wrapped in his palms. Gianne notices it and slowly removes it, but Liam takes it firmly and carefully.
Liam hugs her.
"Please stay," she feel the hot breath. "I'm sorry." Because of that word, her knees softened.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked as she leaned her head against Liam's hard chest.
"Let me carry you."
And he did pick her up, even though she didn't say it. They passed the room she didn't want to see. It was too painful to see the contents of that room for her.
"W-where are we going?" she asked.
He didn't say anything, but she was surprised when Liam opened the farthest door.
"W-why there has stairs?" she asked and looked up at the stairs.
"I did it."
"Huh?"
"I said, I did it."
"For what?" she wondered, and what was up there?
"Can you walk?" he asked.
She noticed that they had arrived and was amazed at what they saw.
"How did you make this?" she said, continuing to look inside.
"You want to eat? I bet you're hungry. " He giggled, which made her frown, not because of his laughter but because she had noticed that he was not answering almost all of her questions.
"Why are you not answering my questions?"
He put her down and again he didn't answer her.
He left her and entered a door. He wonders why there are so many doors in this house.
She looked at a big frame. She didn't know what to say or how to react. Seeing her picture with Liam on a big frame while she's seeing joy behind those images. She's smiling ear to ear and making a peace sign while Liam is looking at her with a muzzle.
She smiles a little bit.
The light bulbs hanging on the wall also aroused her and below them were their pictures again. She's confused.
Liam patted the cleopatra couch he's sitting on. The color is gold, and she can't be wrong.
This is her favorite couch, and the atmosphere has a vintage vibe, almost everything. Vintage vibe keeps her calm and makes her system energized. She felt calm. From the couch, to the table, and the light coffee color of the walls and more, it all has a touch of vintage.
She closed her eyes and put her hands on both sides of her head. Feeling at home.
She just woke up when someone grabbed her leg.
"You like it?" Liam asked.
She looked at him "No."
Liam stopped to her answered, and his heavy breath started to build up again.
"I L-love it." she added, because she noticed the change in his face. But she really liked what she saw.
He smiled at her, then her system didn't know how to react. She felt something.
Liam reached for an injection that made Gianne panic.
"What are you going to do there?!" screaming.
Liam took her hand and stroked it soothingly. He knew that she was afraid of injections.
"This is an inflammatory drug to reduce the pain--
"I-I don't want to!" she stood up but she flinched, probably hurt.
"You're being hard-headed again!" he snorted.
"Hard headed?! Then let me stab you with that!" she acts like a child.
Liam laughed, he realized that she looked different "Don't walk, come here" and he still laughed.
Gianne walked over and moved to another seat. She looked evilly at the smiling liam while returning the injection to the container.
"After hurting me, you tend to cure me." she said. Then her mouth suddenly closed, she didn't know why she said that.
Liam stood up and looked at him expressionlessly as he approached.
"Let me," and he carefully grabbed her leg.
He didn't force what he wanted, because he also knew that Gianne was really afraid of such sharp things.
Gianne thought he was mad at her, maybe, and maybe he was just holding it back.
"Does it hurt?" Liam asked.
She nodded in response.
She wanted to ask Liam when he was going to stop planning on torturing her and when he would give up the child, but she chose not to say anything.
She was confused by Liam's behavior towards her. Suddenly, his behavior changed, and when he said something that the man didn't like, he acted on it.
He changed.
Tears slowly fell from her left eye. She wiped it and bent down to see what Liam was doing.
Their eyes met, and Liam first avoided.