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He turns his angry gaze on me and charges my way. Now I’m scared. I’ve pushed him too far.
I shrink away, covering my face with my arm when he grabs my hair.
It’s a normal reaction when one is scared of being hit.
He grabs my arm and yanks it away before demanding, his eyes dark, his tone darker, “You think I’d hit you?”
“You chopped off a man’s finger.”
“To protect you.” He calms now as though my reaction put out that fire immediately. “I’d never hit you. Ever. You could pummel me to the ground and I still wouldn’t raise a hand to you.” He touches my cheek tenderly as we stare at each other. “I don’t think you realise that you’re everything to me.”
For a moment I let myself turn into his palm and close my eyes. “Yesterday you were everything to me too.”
My words strike their mark, filling him with hope but then obliterating it in the same sentence.
“I still can be.”
I shake my head. “I’m not meant to be here. I’m not meant for this life.”
“That’s not true,” he says, dipping his head to catch my gaze. “You know it’s not. You could be happy here with freedom, a phone, access to your family and friends…”
“Maybe if you’d started with that yesterday and didn’t end up with your dick in another woman…”
He shakes his head frantically and cups my cheeks so I don’t look away. “I’m irrational when I’m mad. I do stupid shit but I’d never do it again. You know that right? You know I was acting out to hurt you.”
Does he really think that makes it better? It’s not so much the act it’s the reason behind it.
“You did it on purpose, it doesn’t matter the level in which you did so,” I say and he looks away. “And I can’t forgive you. You’re asking me to put my trust in a man who kidnapped me and then broke my fucking heart the first chance he got to prove that he’s actually a decent human being?”
“Rain, stay with me. Give this a chance. Give me a chance,” he begs, pulling my body into his and for a moment I let him, absorbing his warmth and his strength because I might never get this chance again. “You know he can’t make you feel the way I do.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” I lay down my final card, my final blow. “He’d never hurt me like that.”
The siren sounds overhead briefly, a call for the captain to return. I’ve been here long enough to know the drill by now. “Fuck.”
“Let me go home, Captain.”
“No,” he replies, walking away from me. “Because then I’d definitely lose you forever.”
“You already have!”
I watch him go through eyes blurred with tears and quickly pull out the burner phone. The call disconnected so the battery has preserved. Seems the call only lasted twenty minutes.
I could call Niall back, beg him to hurry up but I just can’t bring myself to dial his number.
Captain said the love word. He said it and I can’t betray him anymore than I already have. Which is ridiculous considering he is my kidnapper.
I place it back into its hiding space after turning it off and creep out of the room, kicking to the side the few new tops that Captain ripped. He has serious anger issues, it’s unsurprising that people fear and respect him but he’s always been so different with me, until now.
Until last night.
What he did was cold, cruel and uncalled for. I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d never forgive him.
But is he telling the truth? Does he love me like he thinks he does? Could I stay here with him?
I deliberate over this for an hour before concluding that if I’m to get closure on any of this I need to speak to a friend.
I set off for Geoffrey’s lab, my steps sluggish and short. My feet shuffle across the ground and Chatterbox follows close behind, my guard for the day.
Closure, HA. I’m a prisoner. Why am I even entertaining this?
Because he’s right, nobody has ever made me feel that good before. But nobody has ever made me feel that bad before either.
It’s this situation. Everything is exaggerated because of everything surrounding it. The fact I’m a prisoner and I’m starting to have feelings for the man who ordered my capture is a novel in itself.
Groaning, I turn back to my room and pick up the remnants of my clothing before taking them to the hull and tossing them into the sea. I grip the railing and stare out at the island, looking towards my freedom.
Freedom I’ll never have with him.
At dinnertime, a man returns from the island with the honeyed ham salad that I had the night before and a new bag of clothes. Obviously, the captain’s way of apologising. I can’t stomach it. It reminds me too much of last night. All I can think of is him moaning in pleasure as another woman feasts on him only metres from where I sat helplessly.
