Chapter 2: The Cage
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Chapter 2: The Cage
Eva’s heart pounded as the car sped through the empty streets. The neon lights of the city flickered in the window’s reflection, painting shadows across Alessio’s face. His presence next to her was suffocating, an inescapable force pressing down on her chest. The silence between them was thick, but her mind screamed with questions, with defiance, with the desperate need to fight.
She shifted in her seat, her hands still clenched into fists. The leather interior felt too smooth beneath her fingertips, too foreign. Everything about this world he had pulled her into was foreign.
“I won’t stop fighting you,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Alessio turned his head slightly, his gaze sharp. “I expect nothing less.”
His calmness infuriated her. He acted as though he had already won. But Eva refused to be just another pawn in whatever game he was playing.
The car came to a slow stop in front of an estate that loomed in the night, its iron gates opening soundlessly as if the house itself was swallowing her whole. The driver didn’t wait for orders; he knew the drill. The moment the doors unlocked, Alessio stepped out, and before Eva could react, he was already pulling her out after him. His grip was firm, but not painful. Not yet.
She wrenched her arm back, eyes blazing. “I can walk on my own.”
A flicker of amusement danced in his dark gaze before he released her. “Then walk.”
The path leading to the entrance was long, lined with hedges cut with precision. There was no chaos here, no sign of weakness. Every inch of this place screamed control, just like him.
She was led inside, past the grand foyer, through corridors that smelled of expensive cologne and polished wood. The house was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that came with power—the kind that warned her she wasn’t the first person to be brought here against their will.
A door swung open, revealing a large bedroom. Luxurious, yet cold. A gilded cage.
Alessio stepped inside after her, closing the door with a soft click. The sound sent a shiver down her spine. He leaned against the frame, watching her with the patience of a predator.
“This will be your room,” he said. “For now.”
Eva’s jaw tightened. “And if I refuse?”
His lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Then I lock the door.”
She swallowed hard, refusing to let the threat sink into her bones. “Why are you doing this?”
Alessio exhaled slowly, as if considering his answer. Then, he took a step closer. “Because I can.”
Eva’s breath hitched. It wasn’t just his words—it was the certainty in them, the unwavering belief that she was already his.
But he was wrong.
She lifted her chin, fire burning behind her eyes. “You don’t own me, Alessio.”
He tilted his head slightly, regarding her like a puzzle he enjoyed putting together. “Not yet.”
Then, without another word, he turned and walked out, the door locking behind him.
Eva exhaled sharply, her legs weak beneath her. The reality of her situation sank in, cold and unrelenting.
She was trapped.
But this wasn’t over.
Not by a long shot.
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The next morning, Eva woke up to the sound of a soft knock on the door. She bolted upright, her heart racing. The night before had been a blur of emotions—anger, fear, and an overwhelming sense of helplessness. But as the morning light streamed through the tall windows, her determination returned.
The door creaked open, and a young woman stepped inside, carrying a tray. She looked nervous, her gaze darting between Eva and the door. “Breakfast,” she murmured, setting the tray on the bedside table.
Eva frowned. “What’s your name?”
The woman hesitated, then whispered, “Elena.”
Eva studied her carefully. She was young, maybe a year or two younger than herself. “Do you work for him?”
Elena’s eyes flickered with something—fear, perhaps? She nodded. “It’s best if you don’t fight him,” she said quietly. “He always wins.”
Eva’s stomach twisted, but she refused to believe it. “We’ll see about that.”
Elena lowered her gaze and left quickly, locking the door behind her. Eva stared at the food but had no appetite. She had bigger concerns—like getting out of here.
She spent the next hour inspecting the room. The windows were thick, likely bulletproof. The door was sturdy, and without a key, there was no way out. But that didn’t mean she would give up.
A soft click at the door made her freeze. Alessio entered, his presence as commanding as ever. He glanced at the untouched tray before meeting her gaze. “Not hungry?”
Eva crossed her arms. “Not in the mood to eat in a prison.”
His lips twitched as he stepped closer. “Prison?” he mused. “I could show you what a real prison looks like, but I don’t think you’d enjoy it.”
She glared at him. “Why am I here?”
Alessio’s expression darkened. “Because I want you here.”
Her pulse quickened, but she stood her ground. “That’s not a reason.”
“It’s the only one that matters.”
He took another step forward, and Eva instinctively moved back. But there was nowhere to go. The wall was cold against her back as he leaned in, his hands resting lightly on either side of her.
“I will never be yours,” she hissed.
Alessio smirked. “We’ll see about that.”
His proximity sent shivers down her spine, but she refused to show weakness. Instead, she met his gaze with unwavering defiance. Whatever game he was playing, she wouldn’t lose.
Not now.
Not ever.
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