Chapter 8

                  Logan's P. O. V. 

  

  

  

 Piece of shit.

 I felt the vein pop out at the side of my face as I watched her make the run for the door. She's so stupid. I'd tested her and she took the bait. How long would it take her to realize that her parents didn't want her, didn't care about her and that she had nowhere to go except here? She needed to learn that her family didn't want her otherwise she wouldn't have been easily given out to a man they didn't know and now she's gonna learn that the hard way. Family always lets you down the most. Not friends, not enemies. Family.

 Before she could reach the door, I grabbed hold of her, yanking her against the door. She cried and pleaded to release her but I just couldn't. All I was feeling was the surge of anger. I know she hasn't been here for more than twenty four hours but I'd expected her to know that a trap like leaving the door wide open for her was a mere test. But she fell for it and it angered me the most. She wasn't gonna learn her place anytime soon.

 I knew how to handle women like her. she was just a naive little girl, wanting her freedom no matter what it caused her, forgetting that she had no place in the world outside. Her place was here and she should be happy I treat her as such.

 I picked her up and dumped her on the bed, climbing over her just in time for her to start fighting me. I knew how to tame little girls like her and I would take everything from her. 

 I was never a man to force myself on women, they readily come to me, begging to please me but I knew what to do when it's called for. I was gonna teach her a lesson. I'd seen this when I asked Antoniette to put our dinner inside this room.

 " Get off me! " She screamed, fighting frantically like a little cat wearing a bell around it's neck.

 I grabbed her hands and yanked them down forcefully, causing her to yelp in pain. I took a minute to watch her body outstretched underneath me, her cries filling my ears with pure ecstasy. I wanted more. I wanted to snatch everything from her.

 I forced myself through her legs and she paths them reluctantly, her body getting weaker by the minute. She continues to fight with her tiny hands. I was tempted to hit her again but instead, I decided I knew exactly how to keep her hands busy so I reached for her dress and tore it down her chest, surprise Washing over me like waves as my eyes landed on the red bra adorning her full swollen breasts. Her breasts easily pumped out of the cup bra from all the struggle.

 Another fierce push on my chest and I quickly grabbed my gun from the back and pressed it against her head. She stops moving instantly, her eyes widening like saucers as she felt the cold metal pressed against her head. She stops fighting me and just lays still, her breath shaky and slow now.

 " Please..... " She begs, her voice trembling and lips quavering. I saw a tear slide down her eyes and onto the bed sheets.

 I reached my free hand over her shoulder and pulled down her dress.

 " Please! " Her voice is a bit louder now, her eyes watching me intensely and pleading like she was facing a death penalty and there was no way out of it. I didn't know if the fear I saw in her eyes was due to the gun pointed to her temple or because I was about to force myself on her. 

 It's one thing for women to not wanna get raped, it's another to not want to be touched at all and right now, that was what I saw in her eyes and somehow, I just couldn't go ahead with this anymore.

 I never back down when I want something; I always get it at any cost but right now, I couldn't go any further.

 "Please stop. " her voice is barely audible anymore, smittend by her previous wails. 

 Leaning down and making sure she felt the gun pressing against her head, I whispered into her ear "you are not leaving this building, you hear me? You are mine and you have absolutely no say in that. I get to do whatever I wanna do with you."

          Layla's P. O. V. 

 My body shivered at the boldness of his voice, his words shaking me beyond depths as I waited for him to do whatever he wanted to do. Maybe this is exactly how it's supposed to be. Maybe this was my own path in life and I have to embrace it.

 After saying that, he jumps off me, and I quickly shielded my exposed chest with my hands, tears flowing freely down my eyes now. I mentally prayed the earth would open up and swallow me right now. 

 Then I heard his retreating footsteps.

 " The next time you try to escape again, you'll wish you never did " his voice rang from the door, causing me to cringe in fear.

 "And finish that food." he adds before disappearing from the room.

 I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. I broke into a quiet sob till I slept off. 

 I woke up alone in the middle of the night, still on the same spot in the center of the bed. Even though Logan had commanded me to eat the food, I couldn't refuse if I wanted to. I ate some meat, drank only water, ate some apple and some other food I'd never seen in my life before.

 Then I sat at a corner, crying my eyes out. I wondered if Maddy was still looking for me. Would I be on the national TV soon as a missing person even though my mother must have probably told Maddy that I'd travelled or something? Would Emma find me before leaving the country?

 With the series of thoughts

invading my head, I went into a pit of darkness again.