Chapter 18

I remember getting changed into a pair of loose jeans and a long jumper, and i remember climbing into the helicopter beside Mihai. I remember choosing to accept this as my fate and to stop fighting for freedom, at least for now.
But i don’t remember the helicopter stopping, and whilst some part of me knows that i must have been carried to room i am in, as i wake, it is terrifying not knowing where i am.
The room was much the same as the last one, a tv, a bookshelf, and a bed big enough to fit three or four of me in it. It was painted a deep maroon shade, and the carpet was black, i guess it is easier to hide blood stains that way.
I adjust the jumper I'm wearing and climb out of the bed, wondering towards the door to the right of the bed, and as i guessed, it was locked.
Mihai wouldn’t want to risk me trying to escape again, not now that he had me where he wanted me.
I was so stupid to even consider the fact that he may have left the door open, just because he keeps trying to fuck me doesn’t mean that I'm anything special to him. Even after the conversation we had.
He said that he wanted me to be his, and his alone, but what if i don’t want to be? Sure, my body reacts to his touch, but that’s just lust, and he is hot as fuck for a dead guy.
I don’t want to be owned, not by him, or anyone else. I just want to be free, i want to get away from all of this.
That had always been the plan, i was going to get my ass on a plane to the edge of nowhere and spend my days writing under the setting sun. Because that is what i want to do with my life, i want to write stories that capture the hearts of others.
I want to create worlds and watch them grow right before my eyes, books have always been a passion of mine, ever since i was very small.
But a Willaims daughter could never have a job that is so mundane. It's forbidden, just like my lust for Mihai.
I had a plan, a perfect escape, and now it was all ruined.
I walk towards the second door in the room, expecting it to be a bathroom, only it wasn’t, it was a walk-in closet, one that was filled to the brim with all kinds of clothes. I walked inside, inspecting them, and to my shock, most were my size, a bunch of dresses and gowns, winter clothes and coats, boots and running shoes. It was all meant for me, and it is everything I'd need to stay here for the rest of my days.
Fuck, he’d really thought this through. How long had it taken to acquire all of this?
I walk back out of the closet and slam the door, trying and failing to hold back my rage. The third door was where the bathroom was, and it wasn’t too far from the closest, a bookshelf separating the doors.
The bathroom was simple, but it was nicer than the last one, this one had a large oval bath in one corner and a shower in the other. I walked inside and the shut the door, quickly evacuating my bladder and washing my hands.
There was a small cup next to the sink, so i filled it with cold water and drank greedily, i was beyond thirsty.
Three cups later and i finally put it back on the sink, making my way back into the bedroom.
I try the door again, but it was still locked, i don’t know why i tried it, hope, i guess.
I walk to the bookshelf, picking out a fantasy novel about a witch and a fae prince, deciding that if i must spent my time in here all alone, i may as well use what is around me to make sure i don’t go crazy from boredom.
I curl up on the sofa with a blanket, turning the tv to a random channel just for background noise before i dive into the fantasy world that someone else has created.
I don’t know how much time has passed, but eventually, the door opens, and Mihai walks in with a tray full of food.
For a moment i think about ignoring him, and refusing the meal, but i am starving, and the hunger pains in my stomach were becoming more intense.
“I’m so glad you’re here.” I say, holding my hands out for the tray, “I’m starving.”
Mihai hands me the stay and sits on the other end of the sofa, his eyes soft and his voice gentle, “I’ve been dealing with a few things, if i could have got here sooner, i would have.”
“Maybe you should have gotten someone else to bring the food.” I say, shoving a piece of medium rare steak in my mouth.
I don’t mind the blood, but i prefer it well done.
There were minted mash potatoes, broccoli, asparagus, carrots and of course the steak. It was a well-made meal, and i was so hungry, if i am being honest, i would have eaten almost anything right now. Even sprouts. Which i hate.
There was also a milky coffee and a slice of chocolate cake. The perfect dessert.
Mihai smirks, watching me as i eat, “If i could trust you not to run, you could leave this room and walk around the mansion.”
I shovel some mash potato in my mouth, “Yeah, i guess, but you can’t trust me, and i can’t trust you.”
“Not yet.” He says, “But i want to be able to trust you, it’ll just take time for you to adapt to the new life i have given you.”
I scoff, shaking my head, “You have given me nothing, all you have done is imprison me, it may be a nice room, but to me, it is still a prison.”
He looks away, “Maybe in a few years we could change the way you feel.”
I ignore the hope in his voice, i cannot allow my emotions to guide me.
“I will never see you as anything other than the enemy, not matter how many times you force yourself on me.” I say, unable to stop the sharp edge of anger from entering my voice.
“You think i forced you?” He scoffs, laughing a little, “From where i was it seemed as though you were enjoying yourself, my staff certainly heard your pleasure.”
I try to hide the reddening of my cheeks, “That only happened because you started it, it will not happen again.”
Mihai takes the tray from me and places it on the floor, climbing between my legs even as i try to get away.
He wraps his hand around my throat and pins me to the back of the sofa, “I think you have forgotten that you belong to me, little hunter.” he looks over my body, my chest rising and falling quickly as i pant for breath. “I can do whatever i want to your body, and you will be able to do nothing but accept it.”
“You are wrong.” I growl, struggling against his grasp. “I will never stop fighting you.” i kick him between his legs, momentarily catching him off guard. “I will NEVER belong to you.”
Mihai laughs, removing himself from me and standing, his eyes never leaving my own. “You can pretend to be strong all you want, little hunter, but eventually you will bow to my power, and then you’ll be mine for the rest of your life.”
I scowl up at him, “At least i know in death i will be free of you.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Mae.” He laughs, walking back towards the door, “I can turn you easily, and keep you with me for the rest of time.” He turns back to me, smiling cruelly. “Wouldn't that be nice? You would be my personal sex slave until the world burns.”
My eyes widen, tears forming in the corners of my eyes, he couldn’t be serious. I'd never let him change me.
I'd destroy myself before he ever tried.
“Eat your food, I'll be back before sunrise.” he murmurs, still smiling as he leaves the room.
I pick the tray off food up, and force more than half down my throat, even though my appetite had left with him. I couldn’t let myself starve, i needed to get stronger so that i could escape.
I'm not going to stay here and be his toy, I’d rather throw myself from the highest floor of the mansion than become a vampire.