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Chapter Seven
Elena
I don’t know what to make of any of this. I knew the moment that Luca put his hands on my throat and forced me to marry him that I was in for a fight. I also knew that he was as dark and dangerous as he appeared when I looked into his eyes. However, I didn’t expect him to be a psychopath.
Luca has me caged up here, though technically, this is a bedroom. This is the size of a small bedroom that you would expect to see in an apartment and one that has all the basics. The toilet, luckily, a shower that works, I think, but there’s no curtain or glass. Of course, there is a bed, the very place I woke up and found myself in this cage in the first place. The bed and the sheets are the nicest things in here. Though minimalistic, it’s comfortable for the fact that there are bars surrounding me at all times.
If I had to guess, the sheets are probably Egyptian cotton. I don’t think about the reasons that so much time has been spent on this bed, especially considering I’m being told that I am legally married to Luca. So, I became an Ungur after all, just not with the right brother.
If the situation was different, and I wasn’t locked in a cage, and if I wasn’t so hungry from being without food for two days, then maybe I could laugh. The irony of it all is amusing, and certainly might get some chuckles from an outside party.
I mean, I did kind of kill a man in order to prevent myself from having to be in a marriage where I didn’t love the person. Yet, here I am married anyway, to the very brother of the man who I killed. And the two of them look exactly alike. They are twins. So, I am literally going to have to look into the eyes of the man that I killed every day for the rest of my life unless I find an escape from here, which as long as I’m locked in a cage in the basement, that’s clearly not happening.
If I’m right, it has been at least 48 hours since I woke up. Not a single shred of food has been given to me in any shape or form. I haven’t been visited by Luca or any staff or family members even. I don’t know enough about the way the family operates to know if his parents share this place with him or even his sister.
Of course, I am only assuming I am in his home. I guess I can’t even be sure of that considering the only part of it I recall seeing is in here.
Even though I took it upon myself to kill one of them and behave like one of them, the truth is, I know very little about the Clans, and even less about the Ungurs. I’ve never even visited Spain, and they aren’t the Clan members at the forefront of news and rumors that reach me.
Of all things to have in this minimalistic cage/ bedroom, the one thing that I almost immediately notice after I force myself to stop getting sick from the chloroform every hour on the hour, is the Victorian vanity that sits in the corner. It has a couple drawers and a large, gorgeous mirror.
At first, considering this has to do with the Clans, I assumed it was one of those pretentious knockoffs. Thousands upon thousands of dollars just to look like something that already existed a long time ago. But now that I have been here for so many hours with nothing to do but study it, I realize that it’s the real deal, just either well-preserved or restored. It must be an heirloom of some kind.
I should be thankful that no one’s been in here. I mean, they would see me using the toilet, and possibly even be watching me sleep. I mean, for fuck’s sake, Luca was right here next to me his hands all over me when I woke up out of the stupid that I had been in.
Part of me was suspicious at first he had done something awful to me in my sleep, but there was no sign of that when I finally came all the way to. But it’s not like I’m not thankful for that. I’m thankful for very little other than the few water bottles that were packed in here for me. So, I have at least had water to drink. Though, I have now gone through all of them even with rationing. It doesn’t help that I have still been throwing up off and on no matter how much I try to quell the nausea. Can one be allergic to chloroform? Or is this just a typical reaction?
It’s not like I’d fucking know. I don’t go around chloroforming people. Though, I guess I do go around stabbing people in the eye now.
Still in my wedding dress, I begin to pace back and forth. I’ve tried many things; sleeping, remain still, telling myself stories and songs. Nothing is really helping. I just want to know why I’m in a cage and what I need to do to get out of here. I don’t think there’s anything worse for a woman like me other than being locked up like this. Like I would take death at this point, but there’s unfortunately nothing in this cage to hurt myself with. I don’t think plastic water bottles will really do it.
Suddenly, I hear footsteps coming down the stairs, and I get to the back of the cage. I don’t know if it’s going to be Luca or somebody else. I don’t know what to fucking expect at all. I haven’t exactly ever been locked in somebody’s basement in a cage before. No less, a cage with a bed.
A cage inside myhusband’shouse.
What the fuck crazy soap opera did I just step into?
I find myself looking at a man whose age I cannot place. He’s in a suit, but something not as nice as Luca would ever wear. It looks like perhaps he’s the butler. Or something of the sort. Did the Clans have butlers? I don’t even know.
He has curly hair, and the color of his skin tells me that he is probably some kind of Hispanic, and not just Spanish. And when he opens his mouth, that is confirmed by his accent.
“Hello, Elena.” He goes right to the cage door and places his hands behind his back as he says my name. And the fact he knows my name, is probably a good sign that he has something to do with Luca. I mean, I’ve never seen this guy in my life.
“My name is Migual.” He continues since I haven’t said a word to him yet.
I hate the fact that I’m cowering in his presence, but I don’t know this guy from Adam. There’s no way for me to know what kind of crazy things he’s going to do to me, and the fact that I haven’t even eaten in 48 hours and I’m a prisoner tells me that anything could happen.
“I know you must have questions. It only makes sense. But I’m telling you right now that I will only answer three.”
“Where the fuck am I? Am I still in Rome, or are we in Spain? Is this Luca’s house?” That was probably more questions than I should’ve asked. But they all equate to the same thing. So, hopefully they only count as one question.
“Yes, you are at the Ungur home; Luca’s home now.”
I don’t know what I’m going to ask next. I need to be smart about only having three questions that I can have answered, assuming this is serious. So, what is it that I need to know? What kind of question is it that’s going to help me?
I know. “Okay, so what…”
Migaul cuts me off. “I think that I should speak first so that you don’t waste your questions.” I nod, appreciating this one nicety. “These are the rules of the household. And you are to abide by them. You can only leave this house with Luca or myself. You must be on your absolute best behavior or you will be punished.” Punished? What is this,Fifty Shades of Grey? I don’t really know what’s going on here, what he means by punished, and I really just hope that either I wake up from a horrible nightmare or this is one big fucking joke. Like he’s gonna pop up and say ‘You got Punk’d’.
