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Chapter 6
SUKI
“Spring,” I whisper.
I am doomed. It is November and I am supposed to stay with him until Spring?! Somehow I have a feeling I will not survive it. Physically, mentally, I will not survive it.
I know that slowly I see glimpses of my old self come out to the surface, but it does not matter. It’s not like I was the strongest person in the world before. I need to find a way. Be compliant, do what he wants me to do, make him think I am accepting my fate. I need to do it all so I can plan my escape. There is no way it is truly impossible.
I walk to the window to look outside and the view assaults me yet again.
We are high, so damn high on this mountain and all I can see is the light blue sky, other mountain peaks surrounding us in the far distance and tall frozen pines peeking through the thick snow. There is an eerie calm in this breathtaking view. A gentle swoosh of the pines, the sparse white clouds moving gently in the sky and the odd bird gliding above the trees. It is snowing, big fluffy snowflakes layering on the top of the trees and I cannot move. I cannot detach myself from this.
I need to get out!
Suddenly I feel hot, so goddamn hot, I just want to be there, touched by those floating snowflakes, buried by the sheer beauty of this view. If I wasn’t a prisoner in this house, I would want to stay. For this, this view. This world. His world…
I lied to him before. There is no one waiting for me, no one looking. My family is dead. There are no friends to talk about, barely acquaintances I accidentally meet once in a while in the corner shop. I own my apartment, so there isn’t even a landlord to report me missing and my neighbors could not give less shits in that dump. No one misses me. No one even knows I am gone.
I could die right now and the world would still be the same, there would be no loss, no dent made, no Suki-shaped hole in anyone's existence.
And here, on this peak, among the snowy pine trees, it would not matter. No one makes a dent here. No one misses you anyway if you live here and then disappear. Here, we are all equals. We are the invaders of this beautiful, eerie scenario and it does not matter whether we stay or leave. We are privileged just to experience it.
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The air is heavy, my skin feels charged with a tantalizing electricity that threatens to burn through. I open my eyes and he is there, standing before me, a few feet away from the bed, his dark blue eyes completely expressionless, cold and unyielding. I cannot move, pinned with just his gaze, making me feel like I’m lost in the deep blue sea and his eyes are the only thing keeping me alive, while drowning me at the same time.
My skin bursts in goosebumps and I shiver, only just slightly, but I know he notices. He knows I am affected, yet I do not quite understand how. There is an internal battle within me, one that I do not fully grasp, because I know for a fact that my body betrays me, my flesh weak and traitorous, and my mind is battling the demons who are calling for his.
They are getting louder.
Screw it.
“Can I help you?” I ask with newfound courage. The cold gaze breaks for a split second, I would have missed it if I blinked, but he does not break the connection. I feel the chill in eyes traveling in-between us, piercing mine and inserting itself under my skin. It is eerie, that gaze can freeze you from the inside out and I feel like that is exactly what he is doing to me. Controlling me.
“There’s dinner ready downstairs.” The annoyance in his expression is so subtle, I am not even entirely sure if I am imagining it. He turns and leaves the room, leaving me with far too many questions on my tongue. One lingers.
Dinner?!
I turn my gaze to the right, looking out the window I discover that the bright blue sky is gone and the light of the moon is the only thing keeping it from turning black. But the stars…sweet Mary mother of God,the stars!
I move the blanket and walk towards the window. For the second time today this view hits me in the gut with an unimaginable force. I can see them all, all the stars, defined constellations, so bright and unobstructed by the intrusive, rude light pollution of the cities. This here is straight up magic. The night does not even look right, all this snow makes me feel like I am in some low contrast, black and white silent movie, bright but muted, dark, but too light for the night.
The wind picks up, the snow dances in waves through the air. There is something disturbingly beautiful about the scene unfolding before my eyes, secrets hidden in the forest, threatening to break out through the trees, under the bright moonlight that makes the snow sparkle.
I have to force myself to break away from this image, yet I need to imprint it in my mind, behind my eyes, forever, because if my future plan will work… I am not going to enjoy it for long.
NIKLAS
I watched her all night. Watched her as she walked downstairs, her beautiful legs gliding down the wooden steps. I watched her as she tried so fucking hard not to look into my eyes. I watched her as she shivered when I accidentally touched her fingers when I handed her the fork. I watched her as she licked the steak juices off the sharp knife and my dick shot up, ready for action. I watched her lips as she formed shy words. I watched every single move she made tonight and came to no rational conclusion.
Spring. What the fuck am I supposed to do until spring with her? She’s not my fucking guest, how the hell am I supposed to act?!
While she was sleeping the day away, I called Connor in town, the sheriff with questionable morals, the bastard that brought me here, the only person that ever understood why I needed to be here. I asked him to do some digging, find out if there’s anyone new in the area, however I didn’t give him too many details about my situation. Why? I’m not sure. Maybe because he’s a cop and I’m technically keeping an abused woman hostage in my home? Maybe because I’m not sure what’s going to happen and it would be best no one even knew she was ever here?
Either way, he doesn’t need to know more than the fact that there was someone on my mountain and everyone knows not to come here.
“I don’t think his house was in the middle of the woods.” She startles me out of my train of thought. I look at her, head turned towards the window. “I had a dream and it reminded me of something, something from months ago. The dungeon had this small window, up high, but I managed to reach it once, managed to look through and there were no trees in my field of view, maybe on the far sides, but I could see the moon clearly. No obstructions. He boarded it after that...”
