Captured
875 Words
“Where did you get this?” Darius demanded, dragging the necklace from her neck.
“Give it back!” Rose snapped, reaching for it, but he tucked it behind his back, his dark eyes fixed on her.
“You have secrets, don’t you?” he said, his voice low.
Rose stared at him, surprised and uneasy.
“You’re coming with me,” he added, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Quickly, Rose grabbed an empty glass cup from the nearby counter, pointing it at him like a weapon.
He chuckled softly, unbothered. In one swift motion, he grabbed her, turning her to face the wall, her hands pinned behind her back.
Leaning close, his breath warm near her ear, he said lowly, “You are so fierce.”
“But look at you,” he said quietly. “Just a frightened little girl.”
Rose’s breath shook.
“We’re not going to try anything stupid like that, are we, Rose?” his voice lowered, controlled.
She swallowed hard and shook her head. “No.”
“Good,” he murmured.. “Because I don’t hurt what belongs to me.
Darius’s eyes darkened, and in one swift motion, he lifted her effortlessly into his arms, holding her firmly but without harming her.
“You need to learn a lesson,” he said, his voice low and controlled, as he turned and carried her down the hallway, her heart hammering in her chest.
“No, no!” Rose shouted, struggling and flailing, slapping his back in panic.
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Rose slowly opened her eyes.
She was tied to a bed, her wrists and ankles restrained just enough to keep her still.
Panic surged through her chest as she tried to take in her surroundings.
A young woman in a lab coat was carefully drawing blood from her arm.
“Relax,” the girl said softly, noticing Rose’s wide eyes. “It’s just a little blood draw. Nothing to freak out about.”
Darius’s voice cut through the quiet. “Clara, get it to the lab. I want it tested and compared to the bloodline immediately.”
Clara nodded briskly, her hands moving with practiced precision. Within moments, she had collected the sample and hurried out of the room, leaving Rose alone with Darius.
Rose’s heart raced. Using her other hand to cover the site where the blood was taken, a chilling thought crossed her mind. “Are they doing some kind of… organ harvest?”.
Rose swallowed hard, her voice trembling.
“Darius… why did you take my blood?”
He didn’t answer immediately. His dark eyes studied her.
Finally, he leaned back slightly and said, his tone low.
“You’ll understand soon enough, Rose.
“What are you gonna do with me”. She asked, her voice shaking.
Darius seated himself across from her, keeping his eyes locked on hers as he held the necklace in his hand.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he repeated, his tone calm but commanding. “I just want to know… where you got this necklace ?”
Rose’s voice shook, but she forced herself to speak clearly.
“Please… let me go. I need to find my sister.”
Darius leaned back slightly, his dark eyes never leaving hers.
“You will,” he said coldly, his voice controlled and menacing. “But only when you give me answers.”
Rose took a shaky breath, clutching the necklace with one hand.
“My mother left it to me,” she said softly. “My father told me to wear it… so that she would always be close to my heart.”
Darius’s eyes narrowed, his grip on the pendant tightening slightly.
“And who exactly is your father, Doc?” he asked, his voice low and probing.
“That’s none of your business,” Rose shot back, her voice firm despite the fear rising in her chest. “You can’t hurt him.”
Darius smiled slowly.
“I can hurt whoever I want, Doc,” he said calmly, the threat sitting easy on his tongue.
He leaned forward, eyes dark and expectant.
“His name,” he said.
“His name. Now”
Her voice trembled, and she hesitated for a moment, glancing away before meeting his eyes again.
“His name is… Gabriel Whitmore,” she said finally.
Darius’s patience snapped.
“Liar!” he shouted, slamming his hand down.
“What’s his name?”
Her voice broke as tears filled her eyes.
“I’m telling you the truth,” she pleaded. “Please… please don’t hurt him.”
Darius’s eyes flashed dangerously as he stood up, his hand brushing against the chair.
“I’ll go and ask him myself,” he said coldly, starting to move toward the door.
Rose’s heart raced. “No! Don’t hurt him, please!” she shouted, panic lacing her voice. “David… won’t want you to—”
Darius paused mid-step, turning his dark gaze toward her.
“David?” he said, his voice sharp, narrowing his eyes.
She took a shaky breath, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Your son… David.”
Then she swallowed hard, steadying herself, and added.
“He’s… my boyfriend.”
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