Page 11 of Scarred in Silence
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Lucien
I stand in the spare room, leaning against the wall. The room is covered in old floral wallpaper, and the air is stale. This abandoned home is situated farther back on my property, which I purchased when I decided to relocate to a more rural area. It has a bunker room underneath the spare room. That’s where I will be keeping my little Siren.
She has no idea where she is, or that this is one of my properties. She doesn’t know where to go, even if she manages to escape. But she won’t.
I hear the sound of metal chains scraping against concrete, which is my signal that she has woken up.
Creeping into the adjacent room, I grab a bag of food I got for her. She looked deathly when I saw her standing in the ocean, and even worse when I got her onto shore. She looks like she has probably lost 30 pounds in just three months.
Striding back into the room, I lift the door that leads into the bunker. I grab the ladder and anchor it in place. I climb down the metal ladder, carrying her food.
I reach the bottom and turn to face her. She lies in the bed, curledup with the sheets tucked in around her. Her pouty lips are parted slightly, eyes closed softly. Fuck.
My cock twitches in my pants. I’ve been fantasizing about her perfect mouth for months. I miss how good my little whore is at sucking my dick.
I place the bag next to her bed and walk over to the wall across from it, leaning against it and crossing my ankles. I could watch her sleep all fucking day, but I have things to do today.
“Wake up. I know you aren’t sleeping.” My voice is cold.
Her eyes spring open quickly, almost as if she weren’t actually sleeping. Who would’ve guessed?
“You need to eat.”
I nod to the bag on the ground next to her bed. Her eyebrows pinch together.
“No.”
I cock my head to the side. I push myself off the wall and stand before her.
“Did you forget who is in charge here?” My words come out as a threat.
She sits up in the bed, her long blonde hair wafting scents of honey. Fuck.
“Last time I checked, it’s you who needs me to live. Not the other way around.”
I place my hands on the foot of the bed, staring up into her glassy blue eyes. They looked lifeless last night, but today, they seem to have a fire burning deep within them.
“You will eat your fucking food.”
She casts her gaze down, bringing her knees to her chest.
“Why did you run?”
She looks up at me with a pleading expression. My Siren is hurt.She’s lost.
“Tell me. I need to know.”
“I… I just wanted… to be free…” Her glassy eyes fill with water, not letting anything spill over her soft lashes.
I move to sit next to her on the bed. My thumb runs over her bottom lip, and her breath catches. Such a fucking whore.
I lean forward, letting my lips come centimeters from hers.
“You will never be free,” I whisper.
She presses her eyes shut and pushes me away from her. I chuckle as I stand at the base of the ladder. She thinks she can seduce me into letting her go. She’s fucking crazy. Astra will always be loyal to me. It’s time she accepts it.
