chapter 5: escape

Chapter 5

Abigail's POV

I squinted my eyes as warm rays of sunlight streamed through the window, casting a bright glow on the room. I felt a tender, bruised sensation between my thighs that seemed to persist as I stretched.

I sat up on the bed and realised it was midday. I could recall that last night was a very intense night, we had sex until midnight! And even though I kept on resisting and even became extremely tired at a point, my body kept on betraying me.

I winced as I studied the marks on my arms and upper body from the intense night we had last night. There were hickey marks, welts... everything!

I looked round the room expecting to see Logan somewhere in the room but to my utter pleasure he was nowhere around the room. At least I would not have to deal with his imposing presence this morning.

I got down from the bed and discovered I'm still completely naked. I walked to the other side of the bed, contemplating taking a bath but deciding against it immediately because I might delay and I wouldn't want Logan to return before I finish.

I stopped directly in front of the bedside table as I noticed the bank card and a neatly folded set of clothes from the previous day. I picked up the clothes and studied them. I expected them to be Logan's clothes but surprisingly, they were brand new female clothes with their tags still intact and they were exactly my size!

I quickly threw them on, grateful that the pants and long sleeved turtle neck top were concealing enough to hide the numerous marks that decorated my body.

I walked to the silver rimmed mirror in the room to assess my appearance and was grateful that I didn't look like what I went through the previous night. I picked up my phone and that was when it hit me. It was 11AM! And I hadn't gone to prepare lunch for my mother!

I quickly picked up the bag I brought with me last night and I'm about to jolt out of the room when a middle aged woman enters the room. I was surprised to see that there was a woman in the house, because I didn't see her last night.

“Good day” I greeted respectfully and also hastily because I needed to leave as soon as possible.

The woman nodded, acknowledging her greeting, “I am Mrs Johnson, the house caretaker.” She said, introducing herself to me. “Lunch is ready. Please follow me”

Then she turned and started walking out of the room, and I paused in my tracks but then she turned to pin me with a firm glare and that made me immediately start trailing after her, even though I was exhausted.

I followed Mrs Johnson down the stairs and into a lavishly set lunch table, the tablecloth is crisp and snowy white and adorned with intricate trims. Fine China, sparkling crystal and polished silverware are arranged with precision. Each piece is carefully selected to complement each other.

I gently took a seat on one of the chairs surrounding the elegant lunch table and winced as soon as my thighs made contact with the material of the chair.

An expensive looking dish was placed in front of me and my stomach rumbled at the sight and aroma of it. It was at that point I realised how hungry I am.

I picked up the cutlery and began eating, enjoying the delicious taste and I wondered who would have prepared a dish so nice. I paused for a while and surveyed the room, expecting Logan to also be present at the table for lunch but he wasn't.

‘Oh! What an irony’ I thought, as I took a spoonful of the food, reflecting on how I had mistaken Logan to be a high class gigolo only for me to find out that he was actually my client! The thought of it could never stop making me feel embarrassed.

In no time, I was done eating and then I remembered the lunch which I was supposed to take to my mother. I stood up and tried locating the kitchen because that is where I expected Mrs Johnson to be.

“What are you looking for?”

I was a bit startled as I heard her voice come from a corner in the room. Then I turned in the direction the voice came from and spotted her on a chair and she was knitting.

“umm I wanted to ask if I can pack some food to take to the hospital” I said as I walked closer to her.

“Hospital?” Mrs Johnson questioned.

“Yes, my mother is at the hospital and I usually prepare her meals and give them to her” I said for clarity.

“Where is the hospital located?” Mrs Johnson asked.

“umm… not so far from here” I replied to her, wondering the reason behind her inquisitiveness.

“Did you inform Logan about it yesterday?” she asked and it was at that point I realised that I am being monitored under Logan's orders.

“If you didn't, then you are not permitted to leave” Mrs Johnson said in a tone of finality.

I huffed and stomped my feet in annoyance, folding my palms tightly at my side! Who does he think he is to restrict me against my will!

I picked up my bag and walked away with the sole intent of leaving the villa. I could feel Mrs Johnson eyes trailing after me but I don't give a fuck!

I finally located the main door and opened it and I didn't even take up to two steps when my path was blocked by four fully armed bodyguards. I jumped back in fear, because their appearances were frightening and I couldn't even confront them.

I angrily march into the house and up the stairs. I locate the bedroom which I slept in and turn the lock, locking myself inside. I really needed to see my mother and all my attempts have proved futile because of Logan's stupid orders.

I stared at the window in the room, it was wide enough for me to pass through and it would definitely lead me outside without the bodyguards finding out! I peered out the window, measuring the distance from where the window is located to the floor and it wasn't that far!

I smiled victoriously! If Logan thinks I can't outsmart his stupid rules then Shame on him!

I carefully jumped out the window and almost fell but I was startled when I felt a firm hand grip my upper arm, thereby stabling me. I looked up and discovered the person who caught me to be none other than another of Logan's bodyguards!

Which got me wondering, how many bodyguards do one person have?!

“Careful. I would advise that you do not attempt to escape again. It is dangerous and would prove futile. Don't waste your time” he advised, his tone devoid of any emotion.

Then he leads me into the house again!

I groaned in frustration as I realised that I am essentially trapped and my every move is controlled and monitored by Logan.