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With each step, my initial sense of awe and temptation gave way to a simmering anger. They had brought me here against my will. Kidnapped me. And now they were holding me under duress. The words circled in my head, fueling my fury. How could I have let them get to me? This wasn’t who I was. I was a fighter, and I was going to show them exactly that.
The cool air of the bedroom was a stark contrast to the warm, scented atmosphere of the bathroom, sharpening my senses and my anger. How dare they?
I glanced at Murtagh and Caspian as we walked, their faces an enigmatic mask.
I remembered the moment they took me, the confusion, the fear. It wasn’t just about the gems or the spanking or even the building tension between us anymore. It was about my freedom, my right to choose. I had been so caught up in the weird experience, the seduction of wealth and beauty, that I had almost forgotten what had happened to bring me here in the first place.
My steps grew more purposeful as we moved back into the bedroom. I needed to get out, to reclaim my life. They might have riches beyond imagination, but what good were they if my basic rights were stripped away?
“I need to leave,” I said abruptly, stopping in my tracks. My voice was firm, a stark contrast to the earlier softness.
Caspian and Murtagh exchanged a look, and for the first time, I saw something akin to uncertainty in their eyes.
“Zazie, you must understand—” Murtagh began, but I cut him off.
Understand? What is there to understand about taking someone against their will?
“You can’t just pluck someone from their life and expect them to be grateful for a golden cage!” My words were sharp, a clear line drawn. I wasn’t a character in their fantastical made-up dragon story or whatever. I was a real person with a real life that they had no right to disrupt.
Caspian’s face tightened, the charm from before now replaced with seriousness and something like disappointment.
“Taken from my world, my job, my… my everything. For what? Because you think I’m some kind of… of what, exactly?”
“You’re ours. It’s time you get that through your head,” Murtagh growled, almost like he wasn’t listening to a word I was saying.
“That doesn’t make any sense. You don’t get to make decisions for me. I’m not some pet that you can buy with pretty things.”
They looked at each other, then back at me, and all of a sudden, both of their expressions turned deadly serious.
“I want to go home,” I stated, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. “I want my life back.”
Caspian took a single step forward, adjusting his flawless, white blazer over his wide shoulders. “No.”
“What do you mean, no?” I asked, the incredulousness in my voice impossible to hide.
I must be losing my mind. This all must be some crazy dream that my mind cooked up for some insane reason, and all I had to do was wake up and then I’d be back in my bed, safe and sound from all of this mess. I reached to the side and pinched myself, trying to force myself awake, but it didn’t work.
It hurt. A lot, in fact.
Being awake didn’t even make sense. This couldn’t be happening to me. This couldn’t be my reality right now.
I took a step back, glaring at the two of them and grinding my teeth. Murtagh took a predatory step towards me, and I retreated back a few quick steps. Quickly, my eyes scanned the room, and I took a deep breath, trying to map my escape routes.
As if you could run and they wouldn’t catch you.
The bedroom was expansive, almost unnecessarily so, with high ceilings and a large, ornate window draped in heavy velvet curtains. The moonlight spilled through, casting a silver glow over the plush carpeting, and the king-sized bed was adorned with a luxurious white duvet. The walls were lined with bookshelves, filled to the brim with ancient tomes and odd trinkets, giving the room an air of old-world elegance mixed with a touch of mystery.
My eyes darted to the window. It was large enough to climb through, but we were on the second story. The fall could be dangerous. Besides, the window looked heavy, possibly locked. Not a viable option.
The door then. It was partially ajar, leading to the dimly lit hallway beyond. But even if I made it to the door, could I outrun them? They were both clearly stronger and faster than the average Joe. And this house was their territory. They’d catch me before I could even figure out which way was out.
A desperate thought crossed my mind—hiding under the bed. But even as the idea formed, I dismissed it. It was a temporary solution at best. They would force me out eventually, and then what? It would only anger them more.
I felt trapped and the realization that there was no easy escape settled heavily in my stomach. My only real option was to confront them, to stand my ground, and to fight back.
“Listen,” I began, my voice steady despite my racing heart, “I don’t know what game you’re playing, but I’m not interested. You can’t keep me here against my will. It’s wrong, and you know it.”
Murtagh stopped his advance, something flickering in his eyes. Maybe it was a hint of guilt, or perhaps surprise at my defiance. I couldn’t tell for sure, but it gave me a sliver of hope. Maybe, just maybe, they could be reasoned with.
