13- Freedom! NOT!

Isabella

The moment I all but ran from the house was all that I could remember, fleeing being the only thing in my head as I ran. Running as if my life depended on it I all but took 2 steps at a time. Thankfully I knew how to run in heels as I descended about 10 steps made of white marble without falling on my ass, the sun hitting my face, cool air all but rushing past my face as I slowly reach the circular driveway. Pausing, I try to register where I was, my eyes scanning for the best choice to take.

Spotting a garden with lots of shrubs and colorful flowers I decided that was my best course of action to take, now racing towards it, a small wooden bridge all but covering a small koi pond along with a couple of wooden benches. The driveway long and curvy as if it was molded to fit the pond and garden perfectly.

Racing, I feel as if I was running a marathon, my mind going a 100 miles per second. Without taking a second glance I hardly notice the massive building behind me. It really was a castle! Unbelievable! Watching at all the greenery that surrounded us I suddenly got the feeling that we were surrounded by a forest. Kinda like how it use to be back in King Arthur's time.

“ISABELLA! Get your sweet ass back here NOW!” yells Alex. His voice booming in the distance, watching as I suddenly see him stomping out past the big large black doors. His tall figure descending the exact same steps as well. His devilish grin gracing his features as if he was going to devour me.

With my heels hitting pavement, and my lungs all but burning, I knew I should have taken better care of myself, but let’s face it. I’m a proud member of procrastination. But, in spite of it all I’m really just too lazy to do it, and would rather be sitting on my couch phone surfing.

Looking behind me, I barely register him pulling out a whistle only to hear it seconds later. A loud pitch stinging my ears, but I’m already way too far into running to care. Following a path along the driveway as I did. Dam it, my dress was so restrictive, curse them for putting me in something like this, I growl, continuing to push forward dispite my pain.

Suddenly, I begin to hear more and more whistles, along with the sound masculine voices, most of them yelling, while others shouted out commands.

God, I groan, my lungs now on fire. My body gradually slowing down as tears begin to rise, threatening to spill down my face. My vision now blurry as I keep trying to push forward. My thoughts rushing back towards my parents, my friends and the need to go home. The fear of being stuck in the middle of Bum-Fuck Egypt crossing my mind.

Dam it! Does this driveway ever end!

Slowing down, I all but see it, two large suvs dressed in black all but come speeding past me. Coming to a dramatic stop just in front of me as two men move to jump out. Lucus and Grant. Both of them now standing and waiting by open doors as they patiently wait for me to approach them.

Glancing behind me, I easily see about 10 men coming behind me, Alex all but hot on my heels, his face stoic, as silver cuffs all but present within his hand.

FUCK A DUCK!

Drawing closer to Lucus and Grant, I all but hear him yell “Isabella, STOP!” Slowing my pace, I begin to realize that I’m not going to win this round. However, seeing Lucus and the others so relaxed without even trying made me want to defy them, to push them to their limit. At least fucking act like you're trying. With renewed energy, I move to continue running down the driveway, ignoring the burning sensation as I did.

As the game of cat and mouse continues, Alex is all but practically behind me now. His aura now trying to catch me from behind. Smirking, I abruptly stop, bending into a crouch position as I did. The dress making my movements a little bit difficult to do but giving me that little bit of room to do what I needed to.

Unable to stop in his tracks, Alext all but instantly collides with me. Ouch! I’m going to feel that one tomorrow. The force causing him to catapult up and over me, making him land face first into the cement, causing him to roll as he did.

“SUKA (Bitch)” he yells, not caring as I'm all but up and running once more, jumping over his body as I make a beeline for the cars. Lucus and Grants' shocked but amused faces coming into view as four of their men all but try to come closer to me, attempting to catch me.

Nearing the vehicles, I quickly start running again, faster. Rushing to the right I move to spin before dashing to the left. Lucus barely touching my arm as his fingers all but brush against skin, unable to grab a hold me. But while attempting to dodge Lucus, I all but fail to stop when a pair of strong arms suddenly come around my body, locking my arms to my side as something stiff pokes against my ass. Growling I try to head butt my captor but only to meet that of a firm chest. Ow! Glaring I move to swing my right foot back only to hit air as I miss. The family jewels. Attempting yet again, I move to swing my foot once more only to hit my captive right in the thigh, the kick enough to loosen the arms that were around me as I hear a grunt of pain.

Taking that as my chance to flee, I quickly move to free my arms, lifting them high above my head so that I could easily slide my whole body down like dead weight, allowing gravity to help. The same arms moving to close again only this time there met with empty air as I moved to kick their shin, my heel digging in for good measure as I did. With a grunt and curse, I all but move to roll away, lifting myself back up from ground before making my way back towards the opening of the cars.

Feeling victorious, I all but ignore the things going on around me only to feel a harsh tug of my hair. Crying, my body is thrown against the front side of the vehicle, pressure of a human body now pressing firmly against me.

“NOOO” I scream, the pain becoming unbearable. Unable to move, I all but see spots begin to form.

“STOP. FIGHTING. ISABELLA” growls the voice, just as even more weight pushes into me. The grip in my hair firm as my head gets pulled backwards harshly, allowing me to look up only to meet the eyes of my fiance.

Lucus.

Trying my best not to cry, I all but try to push him off. Yet with each push I gave him, he all but pushed right back. My breathing becoming shallow as I'm all but forced to stop moving.

“Good girl” Lucus coos. His hand slowly releasing the tightness on my hair, but not completely removed from my body. Taking this time to look around I all but see Grant, his body now leaning against the car while Alex stood to my left, each caging me. A lone tear falling from my eyes as I all but move to turn my head.

With rough hands now on my shoulders, Lucus is able to move his weight, his legs still pinning mine to the car as he did. Taking both of my arms with his, he all but moves to bring them behind my back. Alex handing the cuffs over to Lucus as he did.

Accepting the cuffs from Alex, Lucus moves to hold both of my small hands with one of his. Proceeding to wrap the steel tightly around each wrist. First the left, click, then the right, click. Then with both hands does he move to trace the metal around the wrist, almost like a caress before harshly clamping them together more. Click, Click! Ooo, Motherfucker, that hurt! My hands and fingers turning numb from the lack of circulation.

With a quick kiss to my head I all but feel strong arms move to grab each of my arms, before yanking me from the car, turning me around only to see that of Grant, Alex and Lucus. Their calm expressions scaring me. Unable to tell what they're feeling at the moment.

Risking a chance to look, I slowly move to look at Alex, unable to hide the fact that a few scrapes had made it to his cheek, yet instead of making a smart ass remark that I'm sure would get into trouble, I simply move to bite my bottom lip, my eyes drifting down towards my shoes instead.

With eyes still down, I can’t help but see a pair of black dress shoes walk towards me gradually, only to stop. A large tattooed hand coming forward, as strong fingers move towards my chin, forcefully lifting my gaze only to meet the beautiful eyes of Alex. His eyes sparkling with mischief, as we stared.

“I’m so looking forward to punishing you Principessa (Princess)” he coos. Stepping closer he moves to lean down before whispering into my ear, “You won’t be able to walk for a week when I'm done with you” before licking my ear and kissing my cheek. My body betraying me, as a shiver runs down my spine, a heated sensation all but filling between my legs. The need to hold my legs tighter all but evident, my breath hitching as my fiances chuckle darkly, enjoying my reaction as they did.