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For a moment, he just stares at me, his fury fading for a strange blank look.
But he quickly gathers himself.
“Good,” he says, wiping something off of his lower lip. “First thing’s first. You are going to eat.”
“Eat what?” I ask, but I don’t really care. I’m just trying to distract myself from the fear and the sorrow that threatens to rush from my throat in another sob.
“Whatever I give you.”
“So, get to it, then,” I can’t help but spit. “Get me something to eat. Anything to see your back.”
Leonid clearly wants to leave, but now he hesitates to do so. He couldn’t let it seem like he would ever follow my orders.
“I’ll go when I please,” he reminds me.
“Of course.”
So, instead of going when he actually wanted to, he starts to stalk around my bed, circling like a predator around his prey.
For as helpless as I am, the idea that I’ve made him do something he didn’t want to gives me the slightest bit of hope.
Maybe I’m not so powerless, after all…
“There’s a bathroom attached to this room. When I untie you, I expect you to keep yourself clean. Your closet is empty, but I will fill it up with my choice of clothing. Other than that—"
“How long do you plan on keeping me here for exactly?” I interrupt, my stomach dropping as the true severity of my situation begins to dawn on me.
“For as long as it takes.”
“For as long as it takes to do what?”
My question seems to temporarily stump my captor. But, again, not for long.
“You will be the only one answering questions here,” Leonid growls. “And I will be the only one asking them. Now rest, I will get you some food. You’ll have to be in tip top shape to answer the questions I have for you.”
Turning his back on me, I try to tug out of my restraints, but they’re tied just as tight as the grip Leonid had around my jaw just seconds ago.
Fuck. I can still feel his fingerprints burned into my skin.
“Can you at least untie me?” I plead.
“No.”
“Why not? Doesn’t the door have a lock?”
When Leonid reaches that very door, he looks back over his shoulder at me. That sharp jawline looks like it was chiselled by a fucking master sculptor. The asshole. Why couldn’t he be as ugly as his personality?
“I don’t want you hurting yourself,” he says.
His words are like a punch to the gut, and I remember that dark thought I had last night. The one about breaking the plantation’s window, and then jumping out of it.
“Why would you think I might do something like that? I’m not that desperate to escape you…” I try to assure him. Though, that assurance may be more for my own sake than his.
Leonid hesitates again. Then, he turns away from me and grabs the door handle.
“Don’t make me remind you about who’s asking the questions around here.”
“Fine, go then!” I snap, angry that things could get so vulnerable for a second there. “Get me my food, wench!”
