Page 27 of Scarred in Silence
My breakfast sits untouched in the room’s corner. To avoid temptation, I moved it. I’m hoping that if I refuse to eat, he will offer me something in exchange. Perhaps I can get moved to the upstairs, with a fucking window.
He didn’t even come down yesterday. All of my meals were dropped off while I was sleeping. I’m starting to think he is seeing someone else, and I am just the girl trapped in the basement for fun. I wonder if my dad has asked more about me.
I hop into the bed and close my eyes, hoping that I can successfully sleep my life away.
I count. 1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10…11…12…13…14…15…16…17…18…
A loud thud jolts me from my trance. Lucien. He pretty much threw the ladder down, which means he is in a pissy mood.
His heavy footsteps trail down the ladder as he invades my space.
“What do you want?” I ask in an annoyed voice.
“Aren’t you fucking pleasant, Mrs. Crowe?” He gives me a devilish grin.
The blood drains from my face, and waves of nausea swim to my core. I look at him, confused as fuck. Why is he trying to fuck with me all the time?
“Stop fucking with me. Can I just go back to sleep?”
“I’m not fucking with you.” His face is firm. His muscular build stands tall, threatening almost.
“W-what?” I choke out.
Hesmiles as he sits down at the foot of the bed.
“You, my little Siren, are now Mrs. Astra Crowe.”
A shiver crawls up my legs, onto my back, and pricks at my scalp.
“N-no…”
“Yes.” He grins.
He can’t be fucking serious.
“I would never marry you,” I snap as I hold in the tears that want to roll down my pathetic face.
“You already did. It’s done.”
He cups my chin, tilting it upward.
“One day, we will consummate our marriage.” He winks at me.
My core warms at his words. I shouldn’t feel like this towards him ever. Not after what he has done to me. He cheated on me. He didn’t even try to find me when I left. He has kept me confined in some fucking makeshift prison.
I ignore my body’s natural reactions.
“No.”
He knows my past. He is aware of my feelings about being manipulated. My tendency to go silent easily is known to him. I have to use my words. He will hear me.
“One day…” He trails his thumb over my cracked lips.
Goosebumps erupt on my skin, leaving my body buzzing with need. No.
He stands up and sets down a velvet box on the foot of the bed. A fucking ring. He has lost his fucking mind.
“When you’re ready, Mrs. Crowe.” He smirks as he climbs up the ladder.
