Chapter 5

SARAH'S POV 

My mouth dropped open in surprise. “How long have you been in there?”

He slid his hands into his pants pocket, looking calm and handsome as ever. “Just long enough to get what I wanted.”

 I thought I couldn't get any more shocked but I did. “You've been watching me for how long? What kind of sick pervert are you?” I yelled, suddenly seized by anger. Reaching for the pillow behind me, I grabbed it and tossed it to him.

Liam easily sidesteps it, staring at me with a look of bemusement on his face. “That all you got?”

I growled under my breath, jumping up to my feet. Deep down, I knew he was just trying to trigger me and piss me off but at that point, I just felt so angry and a little bit hopeless at my situation and I wanted him to feel as hurt as I did.

Anything my hand could touch, I took hold of it and hurled it across the room with all my strength. Pictures, frames, glasses…. name it, as far as my hand could touch, I could throw.

The annoying part was how easy he made sure they didn't touch him, moving out of the way just seconds before the object landed but luckily for me, I managed to nick him on the forehead with a frame.

My heart crowed with triumph….which only lasted for a minute before his eyes darkened with anger.

Then he did something that surprised me, he threw his head back and laughed, crossing the distance between them in a few, easy strides.

My heart left in my throat and I scrambled back to get away from him but Liam was faster and stronger than I expected.

He easily pushed me to the bed, climbing on top of me just like he did earlier in the car.

Wrestling my hands with a firm grip, he pushed them up against my head.

I thrashed, trying to fight him off but it was no use.

Liam raised his head to look into my eyes, his voice stern as he touched my legs with a warning. “Don't try to provoke me ‘cos it won't end well for you.”

Remembering what happened yesterday, I took his warning in mind and lay still.

However, the idiots took it as a sign of something else.

Now that I was calm and compliant, he pushed up away from me giving him a little bit of space to run his filthy hands over the front of my dress, trying to inch it open.

I stiffened wondering what next he had in mind.

Popping open a button on my top, he lowers his head to lick my skin with the tip of his tongue, much to my horror.

Slamming my eyes closed, I tried to think of any other thing so I didn't go against his words and try to fight him off, provoking him once again but as much as I tried, I couldn't help letting a whimper escape.

He chuckled against my chest, surprising me. “It's funny… so you can be this calm? The other time you were so wild like a feral cat but now you're so docile.” He lifts off her body, tapping her cheek. “It’s good, I like it. However, I think you're going to need to take a shower. You stink… a lot.”

He walked away from me, reclining on the wall facing me. 

I got off from the bed stiffly, about to head to the bathroom but I noticed he wasn't leaving. “Didn't you say you wanted me to take a shower? You need to leave so I can find another one.”

“Yeah, I don't think so.” He shook his head. “Instead of leaving, why don't you use the one right in front of you?”

My eyes widened. Surely he didn't mean…

This room had a bathroom but the only problem is that the shower was separated by frosted glass, meaning it's as good as being naked right in the room.

“But it-it's…” I gasped.

Liam only arched a brow, waiting for me to complete the sentence.

I swallowed it back, realizing that I didn't have a choice in the matter.

A feeling of helplessness engulfed me and it was hard not to shed tears as I walked to the bathroom, waiting to peel my clothes off.

I had to close my eyes, pretending as if I was back in my room at the mansion, allowing the warm water to jet down my back.

Sometime soon, I opened my eyes again to reach for a bar of soap and I caught my reflection in the mirror.

There was a cascade of bruises running down my back and my sides, evidence of what happened the previous day.

Staring at it, once more I was reminded about how little I'm worth.

Sighing, I tried to brush it off.

I knew that everything we are must doing right now was a by-product of what the enemy did to piss him off but it still felt unfair.

To the Mitchell family, I was considered to be significant, just a person that they had to take care of from time to time but ultimately if anything happened to me, I'm not even sure they would show up.

Switching off the water when I was done, I searched around for something to wear but all I found were these men's shirts that only reached the top of my thighs, barely covering my ass.

I thought extremely uncomfortable, tugging down the hem of the shirt but no matter what I did, it didn't seem to make it grow longer.

There was only so much time I could hide in the bathroom so I forced myself to step out, holding my breath to hear what he would say.

To my surprise, Liam smiled, a full-blown genuine smile that reached his eyes as they glittered with interest. “You look beautiful, Sarah.”

Surprised, I turned to look at him but he had already walked past me, heading straight into the bathroom that I just stepped out of, leaving me confused and uneasy.