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2024-10-29 19:42:56Ignoring David's remark, I went back to my food. I don't want to give him any satisfaction by giving any kind of reaction. In the middle of breakfast, the clicking of heels resounded in the room. I looked towards the door where the sound came from.
A very gorgeous blonde entered the dining room, walking towards us. She was tall and lean, her breasts were of perfect size. Not too big and not too small, and her dirty straight blonde hair falls over her hip.
She had a sharp jawline and high cheekbones. Her lips were full and pouty. And not to forget her sultry green eyes. She wore high heels and a very tight red dress that perfectly highlighted her figure.
A huge smile instantly appeared on her lips as soon as her gaze fell on Dean. Am I missing something? She seemed extremely excited to be in Dean's presence. To my surprise, she walked over to Dean and kissed him before sitting next to him.
My eyes narrowed and my face twisted slightly in confusion. Did
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Trapped 22
After I was done baking the cake, I was heading back to my room to take a shower when I collided against a firm body. I closed my eyes, ready for the impact, but before I could fall on my butt. A strong muscular arm wrapped around my waist, restricting my fall. I looked to my savior to see an unfamiliar man. He had jet black hair. Thin lips and thick eyebrows. His tan skin complements his brown eyes. His eyebrows were long, any girl would die to have them. He looked around in the mid to late thirties. I would be lying if I said he wasn't good-looking. He was a good-looking man. God, what am I thinking? Shaking my head to clear the thoughts, I immediately straightened up. "Thank you," I said, tucking my hair behind my hair, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. He had the same expression as mine. "I'm sorry I didn't see you come. Are you okay though?" He inquired his tone apologetically. "I'm okay, it was my fault, anyway," I said with
Trapped 23
I was fast asleep when I heard footsteps making my eyes shoot up. I bit back a scream as I saw a man in front of me wearing a creepy clown mask. He held a big cooking knife in his hand. As he advanced towards me, I couldn't stop myself from moving backwards. Before I could blink, he was on top of me. "Bye-bye," he said in a dark and twisted voice before he swung his knife up and plunged it into my chest. I let out an ear-piercing scream. I opened my eyes. I was breathing hard. My whole body was covered in sweat. I was shivering uncontrollably. I sat holding my chest and trying to calm myself. "It's just a dream Jasmin relaxes," I assured myself, in the hope of calming down my racing heart. My heart almost felt like it would pop out of my chest anytime, but I couldn't blame it, it was one of my worst nightmares. Ever since the incident with Ivan which happened a week ago, I have been getting nightmares almost every single night. There are certai
Trapped 24
It was noon and I was sitting on the living room couch watching a random movie since I had nothing to do. Even though the movie was almost finished, I didn't even remember a single thing, since my mind was everywhere except the movie. My mind wandered to Ivan. He had got a call in the early morning. All of them had left in a hurry. It looked like something had happened, so Sasha had to leave with them too. Ivan had chained me in the living room so I could use the kitchen if I got hungry. The chain was quite long but not long enough to reach his room. None of them were back yet. I was scared they would forget me here and that fact it was so quiet was helping either. The silence was haunting me. I couldn't help wondering what must have happened that he had to leave so early. What if they are in trouble? What if something happened--- No, no? I shake the thoughts from my head. Okay, calm down Jasmin. You're just getting paranoid, Sasha's fine. I keep telling myse
Trapped 25
I was awakened from my slumber by the sound of the shower. I shot lazy and sat in bed while rubbing my eyes at the same time. I didn't know what time it was but it looked like Ivan was late for work today as sunbeams had already crept inside the room. My mind wandered to yesterday's incident. I was still upset after what happened. I can't believe Ivan chose to believe Kiki over me after knowing how much she hates me. It's not like we have some special connection and I accept him to support me and trust me. But he can use some common sense, right? How can he even believe after what he had done to me? I can't help but feel disappointed by his behavior. The bathroom door opens, breaking my train of thoughts. I looked over my shoulder. Ivan walked out of the bathroom and walked straight into the closet without sparing any glance. Not that I crave it. Within a few minutes, he was back in the bedroom dressed in all black as he usually does. I
Trapped 26
"What's going on here?" A familiar voice so suddenly resonances through the ghostly silence, switching Dean's attention toward the entrance of the kitchen. My heart thumps twice as I know to whom the voice belongs. I feel my whole body in the deep pit of stillness. Silence washes over us. I slowly turned my head and glanced in her direction. Kareena was standing against the door frame, her brows knitted in confusion. Her eyes were glued on Dean. As if feeling my gaze on her, she tore his eyes from Dean and drifted in my direction. Her beautiful grey eyes found mine. She narrows her eyes in suspicion. My tension intensified and I lowered my gaze toward the ground, unable to maintain eye contact for long. "Nothing Angel here is preparing breakfast for me," Dean says as he snaps his attention back to me. His eyes glared at me. Obviously, he is still mad at me. "Then why were you holding her hand? And why is she crying?" Karina further inqu
Trapped 27
The next morning, I was surprised to find Ivan still in bed, since he is normally up and out before I wake up. I couldn't help but stare at him. His hair was messy and a few locks were falling on his face. His lips slightly parted as I could hear soft snores coming from him. His chest rose and fell in rhythm. He looked calm and peaceful. He actually looked like an ordinary man instead of a heartless monster. I felt him stir in his sleep, which made him hold my breath. But fortunately, he did not wake up. I slowly removed my hand from his grip. I sighed, pulling myself slowly from the bed so I wouldn't wake him. I slip off and quietly stroll inside the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I proceeded to take a quick shower. After I clean up, I grab a clean towel and wrap it around me. When I stepped back into the room. Ivan was nowhere to be seen. Where did he go? Who cares? He is out of my face and that's what matters. I went through my closet
Trapped 28
I took note of my surroundings. The only thing that this dungeon I was being locked in had was old, tattered, and dirty matter that I was currently sitting on, curled into a small ball. The dungeon looked like it hadn't been cleaned for years. The corners of the floor and the walls were covered in dirt along with huge spider webs, not small but quite big. Only because the floors were covered with dried-up red stains which definitely was blood that had not turned blackish. They must have killed and tortured lots of people here. The thought itself gives me goosebumps all over my body. And the smell. Let's not talk about it. It smells like somebody has been rotting here. I couldn't even breathe properly when I first came here. I had to pinch my nose so I wouldn't inhale the putrid smell. It was totally disgusting and gross. I knew I was definitely going to be sick if I had to spend any more time here. I don't know if it is day or night. Neither do
Trapped 29
Three months later People say happiness and sorrow are part of life. One goes and the next comes, but I don't know what is wrong with me. I thought I would have a normal life if not happy after I escaped from hell, but I am still trapped here even after I ran from them. I feel like life has forgotten to give me and has only been taking things away from me. I don't know what to do with my life anymore. I have escaped from hell, but have I? It's been months since I escaped my nightmare. But my life hasn't changed at all. I have been locked in this farmhouse ever since I came here. I can't go out and perform my daily life like an average person. I loathed spending time here. It makes me realize how lonely I am. The silence haunts me, mocks me. Loneliness was eating me away the way termites eat wood. James would only come home every Friday evening and return on Saturday evening. Yes, he doesn't live here with me. A part of me understood tha
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ONE AND HALF YEARS LATER. I glanced over at the clock on the wall. It was almost ten and Ivan would arrive any second. I don't know who I am gonna break the news to and how he is going to react. I pinched my eyes shut as I suddenly felt light-headed and a swell of motion sickness hit me. I immediately jumped up and bolted to the washroom before locking it. I immediately knelt down and threw my dinner into the toilet. I flushed the toilet before getting up and walked towards the washbasin to brush my teeth and splashed some water on my face. I couldn't help but stare at my reflection. I looked normal despite the fact I always feel drained these days. For the past few days, I have been vomiting frequently and I get drained really quickly. Soon I realized I had missed my periods. It didn't take me much to realize what had happened to me. So, I called Rosie my doctor for confirmation. She came and collected my blood this morning a
Trapped 48
Two days had passed since my conversation with Ivan. Two days since, I am living in the guilt of taking two lives. I don't understand how Ivan can forgive me, especially after what I did to his unborn child. James, on the other hand, wants me to get a file from Ivan's office. Yes, that is what was written in the message. I was supposed to steal the file and James will come to pick me up on Saturday at noon, which will happen tomorrow. I am petrified. Anything could go wrong. Even though Ivan keeps assuring me everything is going to be okay, I can't seem to relax. But what choice do I have? I had to take the risk either way. "Isabella?" The mention of my name took me out of the trance. My head snaps towards the voice only to find Mary looking at me with her brows furrowed. I forgot to mention it. Mary had returned early in the morning. I was really happy to see her back. At least I'll not be alone now. "Bella?" She called me out
Trapped 47
"I want to surrender," I said, looking straight through Ivan's eyes. It wasn't a question, it was a statement. "What the fuck are you talking about?" Dean snapped, obviously not liking whatever I said. I flicked my head towards Dean, who seemed like he wanted to snap my head. But for some reason it didn't scare me like it used to, I felt nothing. I was just numb. "I said I'll surrender," I repeated, emphasizing each and every word. "You will do no such thing," he growled demandingly. "I'm not changing my mind," My voice came out surprisingly strong. Dean needs to know I'm not changing my mind. "But-" Dean was about to say sometime but Ivan cut him off. "Dean, let me handle her," Ivan's tone was too calm for my liking. Even though he didn't look angry, my heart started racing and my palms started to sweat. Something "So you are going to surrender?" "Y-Yes," The word came out of my lips as a hush, but that
Trapped 46
"Who is Jasmin?" I said softly, afraid I would anger him. Even though I was frustrated, I still know my limitations. But, as expected, he didn't say anything. He only gawked at me. I was getting apprehensive as time passed by. And the way he was gawking at me wasn't helping at all. It's been months since I've been living with this man, but I don't think I will ever get used to his stares. "Why are you all quiet? Tell me who Jasmin is," I repeated when I didn't get any answer. I know I was supposed to keep it a secret, but now it's done. I can only hope whatever James claimed is wrong, otherwise we will all be in great trouble. "Little bird, listen," David began, but I immediately cut him off. "No, I don't want excuses. All I want is an answer, plain and simple," I replied honestly. I didn't even care about my tone. I was sick and tired of people keeping me in the dark. I just wanted my answer and nothing else. "But Ang-" Dean st
Trapped 45
It's only been a couple of days since Ivan murdered Peter and I've noticed how Ivan didn't feel the slightest repentance. It made me debate with myself. Is Ivan the right person for me? I tried to get the conversation going about it, but every time I talk about it, Ivan either ignores me or shuts me up. I don't know why he hides things from me. I know there is no justification for killing someone, nothing that can justify it, but I still want Ivan to tell me anything or even make any excuse for what he did. Peter wasn't exactly an honorable man, and it didn't take much to figure it out. I still remember how he was staring at me despite being a married man. The memories themselves make me grimace in disgust. But no one deserves to perish and no one has the right to take away someone's existence. A cold chill ran through my body as Ivan brutally ended his life. Peter's cry of agony still rings through my ear. I rubbed my now throbbing head. I hav
Trapped 44
Days were going on, another few days had passed by and things were the same except the fact men have been uptight most of the time. They are hardly present at the house. Most of the days they come home after I have fallen asleep and they are gone before I wake up. I didn't know what they were doing because they were so busy. I wanted to ask him but for some reason, I felt like Ivan wouldn't appreciate my interference or interrogation. In those two months of living with Ivan, I had realized he was a very private person. Ivan had informed me in the morning that some people were coming over tonight for dinner and he had asked me if I could cook for them. Yes, he didn't order me. He asked if he was okay with ordering the food from outside. But I assured him I could cook for them. But the only problem was there weren't any groceries left to do the cooking. He said he would send someone with it and here I'm still waiting for the groceries. It
Trapped 43
I still can't believe Ivan raised his hand on me and, worse, he didn't even bother apologizing. He storms off the house right after it, but after shooting me a glare. It wasn't a big deal, no matter how much I think, I fail to understand why he acted the way he did. All I asked was to go out. Sometimes I even wonder why I am even with him. He's too aggressive sometimes. Like something switches inside him. He goes from caring to scary mode. Yes, he is caring, understanding, good-looking, smart, everything, but that doesn't give him the right to manhandle me. Glancing out the window, I realized it had started getting dark. I still had to cook dinner. Yes, I am angry. That doesn't mean I will keep them starving. I headed downstairs and cooked white pasta because that was all I found. I had my dinner in absolute silence, but for the first time, I didn't feel lonely eating alone. Instead, it was rather comforting. After my dinner, I headed b
Trapped 42
Seven days have gone by since the day of our argument. Ivan was very touchy from that day on. He would touch me and kiss me, every chance he got. I even caught him staring at me several times, but he didn't care and he kept staring at me regardless of whether he was caught. I still remember when Ivan had returned home. He was very angry when he did not find me lying naked on the bed as he had ordered me. He stripped me of my clothes and spanked my ass until I couldn't sit down. In the last seven days, we've been so close both physically and emotionally. I can tell I'm starting to feel things for him. There is no point in hiding it or denying it, at least not with me. No, it's not love, I'm still far from loving him, but his appearance is enough to make my heart swell. I don't know what was the definition of a perfect man for me in the past, because I don't remember anything, but now he is all I want in a man. And I don't mind giving our
Trapped 41
They both turned their attention to me. Ivan's eyes widened for a split second before returning to his usual blank face and I didn't miss the way the woman's lips curved slightly. What a witch, I already hate her. Feelings of resentment flowed throughout my being. My mind was overwhelmed with all kinds of feelings. I was humiliated, embarrassed, betrayed, angry, and a little hurt. Yes, it hurts. I can't help feeling the weight in my heart. I didn't know what I was feeling or why I was feeling this way. It should matter what he's doing and with whom he's doing it, but for some reason he did. I really couldn't understand why I felt like that. I stood there for what felt like an eternity but it was only a matter of minutes before Ivan broke the silence. "Isabella" My name tumbled out of his mouth involuntarily. This is the first time I've heard him take my name. He always calls me a princess. "Princess, it's not what you think," He
