ADRIANAXander has to have lost his mind.Wait, I already know. The man is crazy. If not, why the hell would he think this is my home in any way. He has kept me prisoner for the past two days and he expects me to take this as a home.What a fucking clown?!I suddenly didn’t want to leave the place. But that has nothing to do with him. It is just so I can make his life miserable. That has become my new focal point. The need to disrupt every single part of his life is itching me.It may not be a major change. I just want to do things that I know will set him off. Have something ticking at the back of his head constantly. He won’t know what it is or how to turn it off. But it will drive him crazy and that is what I crave. It will be like a sweet vial of blood with a wicked tinge.I shook my head pulling myself from the very violent thoughts. I’m a little taken aback by this line of thought. I couldn’t believe my mind was conjuring up deranged things like this.Perhaps being close to Xand
ADRIANAI’ve established I can’t win against Xander. He is a psychopath who gets off on pain. And my hatred for him.He had backed away after that disastrous kiss. His lips already half healed and he smirked at me. The bulge in his pants had noticeably gotten bigger, not that he seemed to mind. He proudly flaunted it before finally walking out. Not before he shot me a wink and said he loved me in his clothes.I threatened to take the clothes off and he mind linked me. Telling me it would be better if he came back and I was naked and ready for him.I wanted to scream just hearing that.The door was locked as soon as he walked out. If there was any chance that he hadn’t intentionally locked me the first time for two days, then I was sure now. Because he was proud to do it and there was this look in his eyes when he was leaving.He also kept mentioning how nice it was to know he would come back home to me.The familiarity of all that was happening made me violent and angry. I wanted to m
XANDERDonovan is that one annoying sibling that won’t take your simple answer for what it is and leave you the fuck alone. He asked what I was wearing, I said it was nothing.Any decent human being would let it go and mind his own fucking business. Not Donovan though. He kept pushing and bugging me to tell him what was going on.“You can’t just decide to start wearing that after centuries of keeping it away.” He argued. “Now tell me for the last time. What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On?”“You stressing each word is not going to make me tell you what I don’t want to.” I told him honestly.He growls, not liking that. I gave a carless shrug and looked back at my computer. My forehead creases when I don’t see Adriana on the bed, where she last was.I panicked for about five seconds before I found her figure standing by the window. I relaxed in my seat, knowing there is no way she would try something as stupid as climbing out of it. My room is on the fourth floor, which she can easily see wit
ADRIANAI’m guessing I didn’t think this through. And I definitely underestimated Xander’s strength, or his resilience.If this has never worked before, then I really hope it does now. I need the ground to open up and swallow me, like, right this minute before Xander fully has control over his body.I’m bloody, he is bloody. But he doesn’t look hurt.The psychopath is looking at me with hunger. Something dark is lurking in his eyes. The emotions I was hoping to see are nowhere to be found.Hurt and pain.There is none of that. The man seems weirdly happy about what is happening.I should have hit him in the heart. Maybe that’ll finally get the stupid smile off his face. How did he even get here so fast? I have no idea which side of the house he was in, but it couldn’t have been close.He would have done something to stop me from destroying his things. Right? Then again, this could be a coincidence. But if you know how calculating Xander is, you’ll know nothing is a coincidence when it
XANDERI’ve got a skip in my step as we walk up the stairs with Adriana.I’m sure anyone could smell her nervousness from a mile away. It didn’t help that she was making it extremely obvious. Her breathing was coming out in short ragged pants.I’ve asked her if she was okay four times now. And we haven't even gotten up the second flight of stairs.I didn’t want any surprises. Or finding out she was sick and it wasn’t just a ploy to distract me. When I volunteered to carry her over my shoulder. She stopped making any sound altogether.“I’m just kidding. I’ll carry you in my arms. You liked it the last time.”
ADRIANAMy plan to get on Xander’s nerves failed. He wasn’t pissed off, he didn’t look annoyed at all. He even offered me his office for the rest of the day until the room was renovated.I didn’t care to ask how they were going to do that in a day as it was none of my business. And I didn’t like how chill he was about it.He never even mentioned his clothes. Completely unbothered.I didn’t go with him to his office, choosing to be stubborn and staying in the room.“Your choice, love. But you’ll come begging and I’ll not have the time to answer you.” He says, walking to the door.He was moving slowly. Which I guess was his attempt to give me one last chance to change my mind. But I’m not a loser and I’m not going to back down. Also, if there is anything he is hiding in this room, the best to know is when everything is being picked apart.And you know who will be there to witness anything strange or interesting? Me. I’ll be here.Again, I was surprised when the workers started trooping
XANDER“Are you going to get some work done or will you keep spying on your little hostage?”I look up from the monitor long enough to glare at Donovan. Then I go back to watching Adriana’s clip.She is reading a book Daciana found and has been giggling and laughing to herself. It was a marvel to watch her be herself in that way. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her smile as much as she was doing right now.Not when she was here, though no-one expects that, or even with her mother. The few days I spent watching her through that mirror portal. She was never smiling like this.A possessive part of me was jealous she was finding something amusing and I wasn’t the reason for that. But a more delusional part of me was just happy she looked this free in my territory. Forget that I had nothing to do with it.That was how the voices in my head were in a constant battle with each other. The much darker and pessimistic side, and the hopeful and optimistic part. You could tell which of the two promo
ADRIANAYou can’t tell me Xander wants peace. I was minding my own business, reading a book. One Daciana was generous enough to lend me, when that tall asshole barged in like he owned the place.Oh wait, he does. And this is his room.Well, I didn’t ask to be here.I may not have chains or even be staying in a locked room, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m a prisoner here. His prisoner.Xander is looking regal in a white dress shirt. The first two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his bulging biceps. He was showing off his goods and no one could convince me otherwise.If he’d just walked into the room and done his business then I wouldn't have cared.But why should he mind his business when he can mind mine? I believe that is his everyday motto because this couldn’t be normal.He walked to where I was on the bed and he just picked me up. I’m too shocked to even move, and since I wasn’t expecting what he did, I didn’t fight him.“Hey!” I yelled, hitting him with my book