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But no Daniel.
He could be sneaking into my room while I'm sleeping, but I like to think I would sensehim. I haven't even seen him out walking around the grounds as I expected from the window. I don't see anything out there. Boredom is driving me insane. There are no books. No TV. There is no internet. Nothing will entertain me, and if I sit here alone with my thoughts for another day, I'm going to jump out the window for a completely different reason.
Without any other options, I’m playing my fingers raw. It’s hard to sit for long periods of time because the blood pooling in my ankle makes it swell up pretty bad, but soaking it seems to help. So, I bounce back and forth from tub to cello and back again.
Clearly, he doesn’t want me to be in pain. If he has chosen to give a damn about my wellbeing andnotkill me… then why doesn’t he come in here and at least tell me that? I don’t see the point in dragging all of this out. Since he wants me to be his property, I thought he’d want me on hand to satisfy him, but that’s not happening either.
Not that I want to.
Well, maybe I do a little bit.
It would at least put a pin in my boredom for a little while.
One of his men should be in with lunch any minute now, so I pull the cello from between my thighs and place it down into the open case beside my bed. It’s weird that it does somehow feel likemybed. I can’t actually be accepting this, can I? Maybe it’s just nice to know that I’m caught. I guess there is a strange sort of peace in knowing which door danger is going to come in through—andnot having to watch over my shoulder every second of every day. I don’t have to pretend to be someone else.
Just Helena locked in a room. As a prisoner. Sort of.
The door opens, and I scoot back on my bed the way that his men have instructed me to for the past two days. I think it’s pretty silly since I’m not going to be able to get very far past them with my bum ankle like this anyway. It’s getting better, but I wouldn’t dare run on it for a little while longer. I wrap my arms around my legs and wait. I prepare my most menacing glare just in case they do look my way.
Maybe if Daniel doesn’t show up tomorrow, I will try my luck. I’ll try darting past one of his little guards just so that he will have a reason to show back up and ‘handle’ me.
Yet, as if summoned by my thoughts, it’s not one of his men with my lunch cart… but Daniel.
He is somehow even more handsome than I remembered. My heart dances in my chest and sends a flurry of butterflies down through my gut. Stupid body. He’s dressed more casually than I’ve seen him before: a simple pair of sweatpants and a sweater pulled over his head. I’m sure both of those items cost more than my teacher’s yearly salary, but he wears them effortlessly.
Wearing a silk nightie and nothing underneath makes me feel horribly underdressed. I hadn’t seen the point in getting dressed since I spend most of my time in bed, and everything in that closet covers less skin than the nightie does anyway.
My mouth goes dry as I wait for him to say something. He’s probably just been using our time apart to plan something terrible for me. Instead of allowing his passions to take over like the other night, he’s plotted and schemed. I should probably be afraid.
“Good morning, pet,” Daniel says flatly. Something is off. He looks almost as if he’s lookingthroughme instead of at me. “This is the part where you say good morning back.”
I swallow hard and nod. “Good morning.”
Daniel looks at me expectantly, forcing me to correct myself.
“Good morning, Master,” I answer dryly.
“That’s much better.” Daniel walks into the room slowly. The closer he gets the clearer I can see the subtle bags under his eyes. “You’ve been surprisingly well behaved these last couple days,” he remarks.
I hate that his compliment feels good. I hoped that he was watching me. I found myself looking for the various cameras hidden around the room, wondering if he was watching and when. Though, I won’t ever admit to it.
“Have you figured out what your next daring escape plan is going to be yet, or did you decide to become docile while in captivity?”
There is no good way to answer that question, so I don't. If I admit that there are aspects of this place that I enjoy, he will assume that I am submitting to him, which I am not. If I disagree, he'll probably put more guards on me... or take my cello away. I don't think I'll be able to handle that.
“Is that why you had somebody come look at my ankle? Making sure that I’m not in running shape yet?”
Daniel smirks. It’s not the warm and captivating gesture that he’s made so many times before. It’s not the sort of expression that makes me wonder what he’s planning next. This is a cold smirk, something that tells me I need to watch my words carefully. I don’t want to make the situation worse for myself.
“I could have you permanently hobbled if you prefer.”
“No… that’s not what I—”
“Torturing and punishing you will be all the more fun for me if you’re fully healed. I enjoy being able to break a bitch when they’re still whole,” he speaks as he moves closer to where I’m sitting on the bed. I feel like if I move too fast, it’s going to trigger something in him. It’s hard to sit still when my fight or flight is currently primed for me torun.
“Are you ready to tell me your true name yet, pet?”
My lips part and I shake my head. “What?” I don’t understand what he means. He knows who I am. He knows what I’ve done. He has to. Why are we back to playing this game again? If there was something else that he needed to know, something else that he’s found out that he wasn’t supposed to… Well, I sure as hell am not going to add more kindling to the fire he’s going to use to burn me.
