Page 14 of Enraptured

The large house silent.

What kind of sick game is he playing now?

My stomach rolls as I near the staircase. I’m weak. I’ve been weak for weeks but just as I started to climb out of the pit he dropped kicked me in; I fall back down.

Tears threaten, as my throat closes.

I barely survived him once.

How can I again?

I need to escape again. Dig deep and find the missing girl I was before. She has to still exist, somewhere. My very life depends on it. Because if he asks, it won’t be long before I give that to him too.

His deep voice floats up the stairs. He’s speaking English instead of his native Greek. My feet are bare, I know I’m too physically weak to get far even if I manage to get to a door.

“Jessie?”

I sway as the stairs swim in my vision.

“Theos,” he bites out. “You need to stay in bed. You’re still weak from the sedatives and lack of food.”

I’m momentarily stunned that he used my name and not some sickly-sweet endearment. “Where are we? How long was I out?”

He picks me up, carrying me back. “Three days. Theos, you need to eat. You’re skin and bones.”

“It’s your fault. All of it.”

He places me gently on his bed and my hand pulls back, smacking him across the face. “That was for drugging me. How dare you? Especially after what happened to me in Capri?”

“It was only something to make you sleep. It wasn’t laced with Ecstasy. You responded to my touch all on your own,agápe. That wasn’t coerced. Good. Your fire is still lit. Burn for me my dove. As I still do for you.”

His smug smile sickens me. He’s pleased I hit him. I’m so stupid for not seeing it before, he likes it when I fight him. But I’m so tired, weak as a kitten and can only hope he doesn’t try to touch me right now.

I sicken myself.

I hate who I’ve become. I remember Freya’s words to me. It’s just as she warned—I’ve lost myself to his sick desires, needing the high of his deviant seduction. I often dream I’m back in that room. Pleasuring Dimitri as Christos pleasures me. I used to sit up in my corner room above Yaya’s café, pleasuring myself, pinching my clit, slapping my own breasts; trying in vain to recreate the high of his hands on me. I hated how he made me feel both repulsed and turned on at the same time.

I cried after.

Hating myself as I lay sated after making myself come to the memories of our sick love.

A soft knock on the door has him moving off the bed. A plump woman carries in a tray that has my mouth watering as the delicious aromas waft towards me.

“Here you go miss.”

She sets the tray table across my lap, “I’m Mrs. Fitz. And I’m loyal to Mr. Devillo. So, don’t try anything smart with me.”

She’s not fucking around either. There’s something almost mean in her gaze as she sizes me up.

“Make sure she eats.” He nods to the staunch, pudgy woman as his dark eyes touch my face before he leaves.

Her beady eyes watch me. Making sure I do as I’m told. My hands pick up a slice of buttered toast. I nibble at it while sipping hot breakfast tea.

“What’s your story?”

She doesn’t answer and won’t look me in the eyes.

“I don’t want to be here. He’s kidnapped me. If you don’t call the authorities…I’ll make sure they charge you as an accessory when I get free of him.”

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