"Let me go! Get your hands off me!"
The security guard is relentless about taking me straight to Matt's car. When he sees that I am wasting his time, he scoops me up on his shoulders and increases his stride.
"Get that girl inside," Matt commands him.
He drops me into the back seat and shuts the door before I can try to wiggle myself out of the car. Immediately I find a little balance, I begin stomping hard on the window glass.
"Get me out of here!"
I can see Matt and the security guard saying something. He doesn't look a bit shaken by the fact that he just saw someone mishandling his wife. But what else can I expect from someone who had shown me nothing but wickedness ever since I said yes to him at the altar.
The security guard leaves for his post and Matt turns to face me, glaring hard at my face through the window. He was saying something to me which I can't make out.
"Just get me out of here, Matt! I've already told you that I don't want to go anywhere with you!"
He chuckles at me before turning his head. An evil gleam comes to his eyes when his gaze returns to my face. I follow his line of sight, only to see the security guard approaching us with a thick black rope.
Once he gets to the car, they open it up.
"You're going to get what you truly deserve, you stupid bitch!"
He holds onto my legs tight while the security guard ties me up.
No matter how hard I whimper, the ropes wouldn't budge. They are so thick, even thicker than my fingers. Defeated, I lie back down on the back seat.
Matt comes into the front seat a few moments later, "We are going home, baby."
"I don't want to go anywhere with you," I reply through seethed teeth.
"But you will have to. After all, you said yes to being my wife a few days ago. Don't tell me you have forgotten, Bella love."
The mockery undertone with which he is saying those words as he drives out of my dad's mansion stings so bad I no longer want to hear his voice.
We have driven halfway to his house when I realize that I didn't bring a single item of mine. I hadn't been interested in going anywhere with him. But what am I supposed to use when I get there?
"You didn't allow me to bring any of my things," I say with a sigh in defeat.
When Matt realizes that I am talking to him, he makes eye contact with me in the rear view mirror, "What was that, sweetie?"
"Don't call me that!" I sneer at him.
"I will call you whatever I feel like. You are my wife. I own you. Now tell me what you said before."
I repeat what I said about not allowing me to get my stuff and he starts laughing hysterically at me.
"Seems like you have forgotten who you married. Whatever you think you have, I can replace it with one swipe of my card."
I roll my eyes at his boastful talk. I have always known Matt to be rude and egotistical ever since we were teenagers. I have just been thinking that he would at least treat me differently. That he will make me feel more comfortable around him.
I have been wrong about it. If there is someone Matt treats worse than anything else around him, then it is me. He had been a little bit romantic during the little time we had courted. But that ended as soon as I said yes to him.
The car stops at Matt's parking lot.
He turns his head and smiles back at me, "Welcome home, love."
"This is not my home and you know it. Take me back to my father's house. That is truly where I belong."
Matt scoffs at my reply and opens up his car door while saying, "Even your own father rejected you. You should be grateful to me for relieving a load for him."
He carries me up the stairs. We get to his master's bedroom in no time. My eyebrows start rising when he begins unbuttoning his shirt.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"I would have loved you to have taken a bath, except that I love my girls sweaty. Let's continue from where we stopped back at the basement, shall we?"
He removes all his clothes, standing stark naked in front of me. He begins untying the thick rope off my body.
"We are going to have fun, my little princess."
When he is done with the ropes, he continues with my crop top and leggings, roughly removing them from my body.
"I don't want to do anything with you," I cry out.
But it seems that my cries are landing on deaf ears because his hands go straight to my back to unbuckle my bra.
He whistles when my breasts come off the bra, juggling in front of him.
"Hmm… Look at that."
Next, he tears off my panties from my body, smiling up at me after peeping in between my legs.
"It looks just like I have imagined it to be. So pink and fresh."
A loud piercing noise comes on just at that moment, interrupting his next move. He quickly jumps off my body with a speed that ends up leaving me in shock.
He runs out of the room, leaving me naked and dazed. I climb off the bed as well, putting on my leggings and t-shirt as fast as I could. My phone falls off from the t-shirt's breast pocket.
My fidgeting hand picks it up before rushing into the bathroom and locking myself inside it.
"What am I going to do? Bella! Think!"
My whole body has become tense. Not to mention how my body also stings from being tied up for too long.
An idea to call Jameson suddenly comes up in my mind. I immediately place a call to him, holding my breath as I wait for him to pick up.
"Bella."
A sudden chill saturates my body in disappointment on hearing the voice that picks up the phone.
"Lamonthe? What about Jameson?"
"He is in an important meeting right now and won't be able to answer your calls."
Meeting? What meeting? My thoughts go to the angle that maybe he has already gotten tired of my shenanigans and is trying to avoid me, hence giving Lamonthe the phone to answer.
"A-are you sure?"
"What do you mean by am I sure?"
"He is not trying to avoid me, is he?"
Lamonthe chuckles at the fear lacing my voice, "Bella, what do you mean by him avoiding you? Of course not. Unless there is something you aren't telling me."
"No no. Nothing at all. None I can remember."
However, my mind has already wandered to the kiss we almost shared the last time I was at his home office. I had been craving for his lips to come onto mine. And was crushed with disappointment when it didn't happen.
"You don't sound well. Is there a problem?"
My mind quickly snaps out of my fantasy. My present trouble easily replacing it. I go ahead to tell Lamonthe about Matt's latest madness. He listens to everything I have to say. Calmly letting out a curse at some point and even encouraging me to say everything.
"What do you want my boss to do? Tell me what you want and I will make sure he acts on it right after the meeting."
"I–I don't know," I stammer.
"You know what? Keep your phone as tight as you can. I will get back to you as soon as I can."
It wasn't until evening that Lamonthe called me back. Prior to his call, I was worried sick. I became paranoid at some point. I remained inside the bathroom, and any sound I heard jerks me into a panic mood.
At some point, I thought of taking matters into my own hands and jumping out of the window. I almost did it, except that Matt's bedroom was on the third floor and I would have been jumping into my own death.
I had been looking for the umpteenth time when his call came in. I let out a breath I had been holding until then.
"I'm right in front of Matt's mansion. Is there a way you can come meet me outside?"
I manage to sneak out of the mansion through the basement. I have been here for quite a couple of times before now, so I didn't have a hard time finding my way.
Lamonthe embraces me tight as soon as I come out of the gate. A hug I wished was coming from Jameson.
Where is he? Why didn't he come to see me?
Lamonthe quickly hands me another set of contract papers and a pen, urging me to sign them, while muttering something about taking Matt and my dad by surprise.
When he notices my sad mood, he asks, "What is it, Bella? Don't tell me that you are having a double mind about this."