♕—Delilah
I pressed my back against the stone wall, my hands wrapped around my stomach as an urge to urinate doubled.I slammed my head back into the wall a few times, frustrated by my helplessness; hopelessness. I had no idea what they wanted from me or why I was here. I needed to use the toilet so badly but I refuse to do it because of the camera in the corner of the room. They were watching me, they were watching my every move.This was inhuman and humiliating. I couldn't even use the dirty toilet, I gritted my teeth. Shaking my head, I thought about something else, I tried to distract myself. Think about mama, think about Anthony, what they must be doing right now? Will papa look for me? Will he hurt mama for telling me to run?My heart drowned in my chest as I thought about Jack. It seemed so long ago since I last touched him, I remembered how I spent our last night together, I was crying my eyes out while he whispered sweet nothings into my ears, kissed my tears away, and took me with gentle strokes.A loud pounding on the door startled me out of my thoughts, I looked towards it as it slowly opened and a guy named Lorenzo entered with a tray of food.I didn't want to eat, I wanted to defy him. I wanted to let him know that I won't be their puppet in this play but the smell of food made my stomach growl. I tightened my encircled arms around it.He dropped the tray to the floor and turned to leave. It didn't look like prisoner's food, there was everything on that tray, even dessert.If I wanted to keep my focus and strength, I had to eat it, and also because I was so hungry. I hadn't eaten in so long. My mama and Rita begged me to eat something before the ceremony but I rudely shut them down. I shouldn't have done that."Wait..." my voice came out rough, weak.He stopped and looked at me from over his shoulder."I need to use the toilet..." I uneasily trailed off.He faced me with a deep frown, his eyes went to the dirty, disgusting toilet, and then back at me. He watched me like I was an idiot for not seeing that the toilet seat was in the same room with me."I won't use it!" I declared.He raised an eyebrow, his expression was as if he was challenging me."Not when people are watching me. I'm a princess, I will not tolerate people like you playing with my pride or honor!"He scowled, his eyes narrowed from the edges."Remove the camera! It's not like I can run or anything. At least give me a little privacy to use the toilet"Then he spoke, his voice deep, rough. "You are not a princess here. This is what you get" saying that, he turned and left, slamming the door on his way out.I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream. This can't be happening to me. What did I do to deserve such a fate?Giving up, I walked to the disgustingly vile toilet seat, my hands trembled as I slid down my white lace underwear—the one that was sent by Alexander. He wanted to stain them with my blood.I covered my legs with my wedding dress and peed, a bastion of warm comfort settled in my lower belly as I had been holding it for like three to four hours now.These people were animals and I don't know which was worse; not being able to bleed on Alexander's bed or this, being a prisoner to some twisted people about whom I have no idea what they wanted to do with me.I ripped off the toilet paper and cleaned myself before throwing them into the toilet seat and flushing it. I walked to the sink and washed my hand with the used, dusty soap. I splashed some water over my face and let it drip down my chin.I grabbed the tray of food and walked to the sheets, in the corner. My eyes watered but I shook my head, blinking them away. I silently ate the food, feeling the strength return to my body, my aching limb felt a little better as I ate.I ate everything, I was so hungry, I didn't care. I needed the strength to fight them. I needed the strength if I wanted to get out of here alive.┈┈┈┈․° ☣︎ °․┈┈┈┈Five days...It had been five days.I haven't seen the sky or had a clock in here to know that it had been five days but they gave me food, three times a day, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. That's how I knew that it had been five days.I was still in my wedding dress, it smelled bad and I wanted nothing more than to take it off, my body ached because of sleeping on the concrete floor. The cameras didn't bother me anymore nor did the dirty toilet.Sometimes it gets really hot in here as if they had turned the heaters on and sometimes it gets so cold that I feel like I might freeze to death. Sometimes they cut off the water supply for hours or sometimes they'd flood the cell and no matter how hard I tried the water just wouldn't stop.They were not torturing me.They were making me lose my mind.They are going to kill me when they realize that I have no value to my father or Alexander. When they realize that I have no use for them.They are going to kill me.I hadn't seen the scarred-face guy again. Every day there is a different guard that throws food my way. Today won't be any different until I heard the soft voice again.The pregnant lady...There was a small window in the door from where guards watched me as they patrol as if watching me from the cameras wasn't enough.I scrambled to my feet and ran to the door, I kicked it numerous times violently. "HELP! HELP! HELP! PLEASE! HELP ME! PLEASE!""Who is that?" I heard her soft voice again."No one, baby girl""HEY! PLEASE, THE PREGNANT GIRL! PLEASE, HELP ME OUT! YOUR BOYFRIEND IS A PSYCHOPATH! PLEASE, HELP ME, PLEASE!""The pregnant girl? Is she referring to me?" she asked, her voice resounding in the narrow corridor."YES! PLEASE! YES! I'M REFERRING TO YOU, PLEASE HELP ME, PLEASE!""Baby girl, let's go—"She cut him off. "Nikolai, I want to see her""No, she is a lunatic, she will hurt you""NO! HE IS LYING, PLEASE, TRUST ME, I WON'T HURT YOU, I PROMISE. PLEASE, PLEASE HELP ME, I'LL DIE IN HERE!"Then I heard the sound of multiple footsteps and she finally came into my view. She narrowed her eyes as she tried to watch me through the small window."Please, help me!" I begged, I felt pathetic. I had never begged anyone in my life before."Who is she?""No one" I heard the deep voice of her boyfriend."Please, please, they kidnapped me and brought me here. Please, help me""Kidnapped? Why don't I know anything about it?""Because she isn't important, Evangeline" her boyfriend told her.Evangeline, the pregnant lady's name was Evangeline."Evangeline, please, help me, please." I pleaded, calling her by her name."Lorenzo, open the door" she ordered"Evangeline—""Lorenzo, I gave you an order"I heard the clicking of the lock and then the door swung open. I stepped back, taming my wild hair, and wiping my hands over my dirty wedding gown.She stepped in, caressing her bump, and behind her entered the same four men that had brought me here. Lorenzo, Nikolai, Marco, and the driver—I don't know his name.And they all glared at me like they wanted to murder me.♕—Delilah Evangeline looked me up and down. "Is she wearing her wedding gown?" then some kind of realization dawned on her face. "Is she the princess from the royal wedding that I specifically told you not to kidnap?!" she turned to her boyfriend. I nodded hysterically. "I am, I am the princess. They drugged me and brought me here and they had been torturing me ever since" "TORTURING YOU?!" the driver shouted, taking a threatening step my way. "Scott!" Evangeline snapped at him and then again faced her boyfriend. "Evangeline, I never promised you that I won't kidnap her" She frustratedly threw her arms in the air. "Nikolai, you can not kidnap an innocent just because you hate her father and fiancé. Kidnap the father, torture him not her" "We hadn't been torturing her, Evangeline," Lorenzo spoke and my eyes widened at how soft his voice was, how gently he talked to her, and how he looked at her like she was the only person in the room. Is he in love with his boss's pregnant wife
♕—Delilah He shoved me into his car brutally like he wasn't handling a human being but a worthless toy. He made me sit in the passenger seat and made his way around the hood to get to the driver's seat. My eyes darted all around me, looking for an escape, looking for a way out. I needed to run, I needed to trick him and run. I was just waiting for him to take us outside, I'm going to scream at the top of my lungs, and call anyone and everyone to come for my help. I throw myself out of this window if that's what it took. But the next thing I knew, he gripped my upper arm, pulling me closer to him. He handcuffed me to my seat, I didn't resist because I didn't want him to know that I was planning on getting away from him. Next, he pulled a blindfold over my eyes and fastened my seat belt in such a weird way that I was restrained against the car seat. Shit! Shit! Shit! And then a prickle in my neck. I winced. Bastard.┈┈┈┈․° ☣︎ °․┈┈┈┈My mouth was as dry as a dessert. I peeled ope
♕—Delilah I crawl back onto the bed, trying to get away from him. Shaking my head side to side in defiance. "No!" "Take off your clothes" he demanded once more. His face was devoid of any emotion. My heart raced, my blood churned, and I shook my head hard, swallowing. Please, God, no, please, please, God, no."No!" I screamed, my tone coated with fear.Before I could reach for the other lampshade, he grabbed my ankle and pulled me to the edge of the bed. I fought him, I fought him hard but he was too powerful, too strong. My attempts to hit him did nothing to him, my punches didn't even faze him. "Do it before I do it for you" the threat was real, he meant each and every word. I kicked him with my free leg but he grabbed it too in a single hand, he shoved his other hand into his pocket and whipped out a pocket knife. My breath quickened and I used every muscle in my body to stifle a whimper. He was going to rape me. I’d only ever been with Jack. The only guy who I had ever let i
♕—Delilah My eyes went to his hands and I noticed the ropes and some kind of collar; the one you'd put on a dog. I slowly stood up, my back still pressed against the wall. I watched as he closed the door behind him, locked it, and slid the key into his pocket, my eyes followed his every single movement. "What is that?" I questioned, trying to keep my trembling voice strong. He didn't answer me, he just approached me like a hungry wolf, his evil eyes gleaming in the dark. I tried to move but the panic set in, freezing every muscle in my body. "What are you doing?" God, I was regretting, I was regretting my decision of choosing this monster, I should have stayed in that dirty cell, I should have just stayed there. Don't cry! Don't cry! Don't cry! God! Delilah, please don't you dare cry! He opened up the rope and I raised a finger, "Don't you dare step closer to me! Get back!" He only stared at me with a blank face before he stalked towards me and within two to three long stride
TW: This chapter include graphic references to topics such as self-harm and violence. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈♕—Delilah I sat over my bed, the after-effect of the electric shock I received yesterday wore off through the night. My muscles still ached but anger consumed me more. I don't care who these people were and what had they done, they couldn't be worse than my own father. I had lived with animals my whole life, I was to be handed to a beast in the name of marriage. So, if this person thinks that I will be afraid of him and will cower away in his presence then he is wrong. I have tried everything I could possibly do while being locked up in this room to take this collar off my neck but it just wouldn't come off. I slammed the back of my neck into the wall multiple times; it only hurt me, and nothing happened to the metal collar. I wrapped my arms around myself, I was still dressed in his clothes, I don't know how many days I will have to spend in them before I get to change cl
♞—Lorenzo Hazel eyes, hazel cat eyes... a combination of brown, green, and gold. I have never seen a woman with such eyes. They were unique, almost attractive. They were one of the best indicators of how much trouble she can be. They're piercing, intense, and honest. They show a lot of things, but they also hide a lot of things—for instance, her fear. Her eyes mesmerized me, I couldn't get them out of my mind. They contrasted perfectly well with her strawberry-blonde hair. When I captured her in the woods, I thought she'd be easy to break, I thought she'd start to cry in no time, and she'd start begging for mercy but she surprised me. Women always break down easily, they respond the most to pain, even looking at a knife in my hand they'd piss their pants but the princess was not like them. I compared her to the women I’d dealt with so far. She wasn't like them, I underestimated her. I don't think I'd seen her cry either, not even once. She tries to hide her fear but the way her ro
♕—Delilah I peeled open my eyes with difficulty and looked up at the ceiling. My eyes filled with terror and confusion. I looked down at my wrist and saw a bandage neatly wrapped around it. I squeezed my eyes shut and let out a defeated sigh. "No, please, no..." my voice came out as a rough whisper. With difficulty, I sat up and my eyes roamed around the unfamiliar room. It was not the room I had been living for the past week. The furniture was different. I was no longer on a single bed but a huge king-sized bed. The floor was no longer covered in red carpet, but it was black. The curtains were not the same as the ones that had been hanging in the room before.Where was I? How did I get here?I got up and dropped my feet to the ground, but they felt as though they weighed a hundred pounds each. I looked down and noticed that my clothes had been changed, I wasn't wearing the shorts and t-shirt now, I was in an oversized sleep gown. I walked to one of the windows and pulled back the
♞—Lorenzo I woke up with a start as my hand touched something warm and incredibly soft. I raised my head and saw the princess clinging to my side in her sleep. She stirred and got even closer to me, putting her arm over my chest. I stayed there and waited for her to move away on her own. I have never shared a bed with a woman before, it was odd to have someone in my bed. My eyes went to her face and I found myself staring at her.After a few moments, she shifted again, rolling over onto her side, taking away the warmth of her body. Her breathing evened out. She looked so peaceful and beautiful, like a painting.I slowly got up and leaned against the headboard, my eyes never leaving her face. Her golden hair was sprawled across my black sheets, her flawless pale skin seemed unreal against the dark duvet. The gown she was wearing had been all wrenched up while she was asleep, exposing the upper half of her breasts, baring too much of her skin. My trousers tightened painfully as I div