My face is flooded with tears, the black mascara has long since dried on my cheeks. I have been sitting hunched over on my bed for hours, still dressed in my wedding dress, trembling with fear and watching my psychopathic husband pacing around the bedroom humming a dark song.
I feel like I'm on a tiger hunt. I am afraid that if I make any move, he will unexpectedly attack me. So far, he has not harmed me, he has only handcuffed me to the bed, not allowing me to move from it.
My heart beats hard with fear when I think about the fact that at any moment he might want to sleep with me and is just waiting for the right moment.
Anyway... I don't know what's in his head. He is abnormal, so his thoughts are definitely different from mine.
I want to speak to him, ask him how he knows my biological parents, but I'm afraid I'll get him unbalanced in any way, so I've been sitting in one position for hours, watching him.
I'm so frightened that I don't even feel that I'm getting stiff.
I'm breathing heavier when he puts the phone down on the table that he has been interested in so far. He looks at me, and his face takes on a tinge of frustration.
- When you calm down and finally understand that you are my wife and have no way of getting away from me, I will let you out of the bedroom to get you into shape. You have etiquette now, you are a Mafia woman, so you must always look glamorous.
I press my lips together as he walks over to me and strokes my cheek with his fingers.
- Why is it that I am the one who was sold to you? Is it for the sake of my biological parents that you mentioned?
His lips twist in an arrogant smile.
- You are beautiful, and men like me need a young and pretty wife by their side.
He walks away from me, and I watch with wide eyes as he takes off his clothes.
What is he going to do?
- I'm heading to the club to keep an eye on the employees because they've been playing selfies there lately.
The man heads for the dressing room, and I let the air out of my mouth with relief.
He won't be there at night. In a way, I am safe.
A knock sounds at the door. Alexander emerges from the dressing room in just his pants and allows a staff member to enter.
After crossing the threshold, Luke's gaze finds me. He swishes his eyes over me and when he notices that I am still dressed in my wedding dress, he breathes a sigh of relief.
A smirk appears on his face as he shifts his gaze to Alexander.
- Boss, is this some kind of fetish? - turns to him in an amused voice, looking at my hand, handcuffed to the bed. - Have you read too much Grey?
The man chastises him with his eyes.
- I don't have time to read books, especially such trashy ones.
- Ah, so you watched the movie! - Luke points his finger at him, and then I notice that he is not himself again. He is brave and not afraid to make fun of Alexander.
- I didn't call you here to mock me. - The boy looks at me again, and I pray that I will have a holy peace this night. I have no intention of dealing with another lunatic.
- My deepest apologies. - He bows to the man, holding his hand to his chest. - My jokes were improper.
- You are my trusted man, in recent times you have proven it more than once, so this night I entrust my wife to your care. I have to take care of the club, and someone has to take care of her until she settles into her new role. I'm counting on you.
Luke once again bows to his boss.
- I will give my best. I will make your wife acclimate to her new role faster than she should.
Alexander points his finger at him, clearly warning him.
- In this house, you are the one I trust the most, so just try to screw something up....
He enters the dressing room, and I look at the madman with two personalities with frightened eyes, who winks at me.
How am I supposed to understand this? What is he planning again?
- Can't I just be left alone? - I reply in a hoarse voice, hoping that Alexander will throw this moron out of here for good.
- You can't because you're sly, and I have a feeling you'll try to run away, and I don't want you to get hurt on the very first day after the wedding.
Luke shrugs his shoulders and looks at me with amused eyes.
- You will sit chained to the bed all night. And that in my company.
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I swear I'll kill him in a minute if he doesn't stop looking at me with that mocking smile on his face.
This is worse than Alexander's predatory steps.
- If I wasn't bedridden, I swear I'd kill you on the spot - I warn him, swinging my right arm and leg to hit him, but he's having a blast watching my struggles.
- Now you are so belligerent, and a few hours earlier you were roaring like a baby, begging me to help you avoid sex with your boss. As you can see... The boss is a gentleman. He didn't push your hole through without permission.
Another kick with my right leg gives me a sense of joy as I hit him in the knee.
- Then why don't you try to be a gentleman, too, and unhook the handcuffs, so I can stretch?
- We don't have to unhook the handcuffs.... When I enter, you will immediately straighten up with pleasure.
I press my lips together in anger and once again kick him in the leg.
- I guess it's been a long time since you slept with any chick because you only have one thing on your mind.
His perverted smile makes me realize that I am right.
- Don't provoke me... You are handcuffed to the bed, so now I have the power in the bedroom.
- Shitting take - I mutter under my breath, fed up with the company of this matron.
With wide-open eyes, I look at him as he sits down on the edge of the bed, leaning over me.
- As I mentioned earlier ... I have a weakness for you, so I'll spoil you with something this night.
I furrow my eyebrows and watch as he pulls a key from his pants pocket. He unfastens the handcuffs and releases me.
I feel a herd of ants passes over my body as he jumps off the bed and I straighten my legs.
- The first thing I have to do is take off this damned rag - I say, thinking of the heavy and uncomfortable wedding dress.
Luke comes over to me and squashes me against the wall with his face, deftly undoing the zipper on my back.
- What are you doing? - I ask him in a terrified voice as I feel his warm breath on my undressed back.
He rests his chin on my shoulder and muscles my neck with his lips.
Why does this sick bastard make me feel a tingling sensation in this place?
I bat my eyelids as he pulls my long hair back over my other shoulder and greedily starts kissing.
If he doesn't stop I swear I'll succumb to him! I hate him, so why does he act on me like a drug? What explanation do I have for this?
Get over yourself, girl, get over yourself, I repeat in my mind, but I can't stand it and want to turn to face him, but he doesn't let me. He overpowers my hands at hip level, without stopping kissing me on the shoulder and neck.
- Stop - I say, before he leads me to make the biggest mistake of my life.
- Why? - he whispers in my ear, making me shiver again. - I can feel you trembling with excitement.
He's right. He's damn right. It makes me light up, even though he is my enemy.
- It's from fear - I explain, and then he forcibly turns me to face him and squeezes my chin with his hand.
- I won't give you up to the boss, Solar. You are mine, you were mine already that day on the island. We will escape from here together.
I look at him with wide eyes, disbelieving what I just heard from his mouth.
- So why did you let me marry this man?
- Because it's not that time yet. I'll let you know when the time is right to run away.
My gaze finds the camera, which is in the corner of the wall.
- We are being watched, aren't you afraid?
His smile makes me realize that not a bit.
- Don't worry, I watch the boss twenty-four hours a day. I know how to turn off all the devices in this house. All you need is this little remote control - he says, lifting the object up. - The safest place is in the tiger's hollow. Here no one will cover us, not even the tiger itself.
I watch the mouth with which he speaks to me. I don't understand why dirty thoughts clutter my head, but I start thinking the worst stupid things, just to get this sexual fascination with this bastard out of my head.
What is wrong with me?
- How can you be sure that I won't chicken out at the last minute? I'm brave, escaping from here is my biggest dream, but the thought that I've become a mafioso's woman and thus my life will be in danger makes me shake like a jelly.
- So I will make you gain unimaginable courage. Do you want to reveal the dark side in you? Do you want to turn into a bad girl?
I don't understand what he's talking about, but the mad glint in his eyes gives me reason to worry.
- What do you have in mind?
- When we met on the beach that day, I was a coward. Those were the early days when the boss forcibly recruited me into his crew. That day I was given my first assignment. I was forced to kill someone, but I chickened out. For months, I received punishment for this, they oppressed me, tortured me physically and mentally so that I would be worthy of becoming Alexander's man. My father was his right hand throughout his life, until he died. I took his place, and they hoped that I would be just like him. Unfortunately, Alexander was disappointed. The other day, when I called you.... they gave me something.
Luke lets me go, and I look at him with concerned eyes.
- So why did you write me a message saying that you don't know who I am, but I should help you?
- This substance caused me to have memory lapses, sometimes I acted as if I wasn't myself. Surprisingly, however, when I got to the phone, your number popped up in my head.
I blink my eyelids, all the while analyzing his words.
- What is this substance?
- I don't know, but one dose has kept me going for many weeks, however, recently, it has started to wane. I no longer act like a madman. I'm not losing total control over myself.
- For many weeks?
- I'm the first one they tested it on. I was their guinea pig and there was a risk that I could die, which is why I took it so badly when I called you and asked for help. I was sure this was my end. - Luke lowered his head and combed his hand through his hair. - I don't have a split ego, although that's precisely how it works, I just have a substance inside me that at times transforms me into another person. I don't know how it works, but just now when I talk to you, I regain my true character.
- How many sci-fi movies have you watched in your life?
The boy looks at me with pitying eyes.
- I'm serious, Solar. There is a reason why I am now Alexander's most trusted man. He has control over me.
Okay. Because of his words, I am even more frightened.
You have to get out of here as soon as possible....