Swift Attraction

Chapter Nine

*LUCY*

While he lay on the floor with his back, I fell on him, facing him. A strong smell of alcohol accompanied each and every one of his breaths. My face came in contact with his face, and my nose brushed his nose. With the nature at which I impacted him, one would have felt that he was going to get angry at me. But on the contrary, he had a smile on his face. I pulled myself back up and apologized to him. An assessment of the room showed that they were only four of us at the time. One other thing I took note of was the fear in the eyes of the woman that I had a fallout with earlier after seeing these men. That didn't seem to bother me because I had more pressing matters at hand. "Please sir, how do I get out of this place?" I inquired from the man I had run into earlier in a hurry. "She told me that I have been unconscious for almost a week, and I know that my mother would be beyond worried by now. So please, I really need to leave this place," I added. Instead of answering me, he began to smile even more. "Mariam?" He called out to the woman. "Yes sir," she replied. "Would you be so kind as to escort this lady to her room?" He added. These words took me a few seconds to process. I could have sworn that I initially heard him telling her to escort me out of the house. I even almost obliged by turning my attention to Mariam. To crown it all up, I had begun to tell him thank you when his words once again replayed in my mind. I felt like I did not hear him properly, so I turned back to face him to confirm if what I had just heard him say was what he had just said. "You said she should show me the way to the door, right?" I asked. "Mariam?" He called out again. "You know how much I hate repeating myself, don't you? So please, would you be so kind as to escort her to her room?" He said yet again. "What the f**k?" I screamed. "Somebody tell me that this is all a joke," I said, trembling in fear. "Please, I simply need to go home, sir," I begged even more. He walked towards me and wiped my tears off my cheek. "This is your home now," he said in a calm manner. Without giving it a thought, I engaged his face in a hot slap, pushed him, and attempted to run. Unfortunately, my leg that I had sprained the other night gave in on me, and I fell on the ground. I was grabbed and lifted up by these two men who stood close to where I had slipped. They both held me on both sides of my arms with a grip so firm that I found it hard to struggle out of their clutches. "Let me go!" I continually screamed as they dragged me back to the dark and strong-looking man whom I had just slapped. He seemed to be their leader. He turned his neck a few times after the slap and raised his hand in an attempt to hit me. I closed my eyes and bent my face sideways in preparation for the impact. I opened my eyes to see his hand suspended mid-air. He grabbed me by the jaw. With his firm grip on my face, his facial expression gradually faded from one of anger to a smile. "I will let this slide this time, my love. I pray it does not repeat itself a second time," he said and removed his hand from my jaw. It was at this moment that it dawned on me that he was the one who must have sent those texts the other night. "You have been the one stalking me, haven't you?" I asked. "What do you think?" he replied. "f**k you?" I screamed and spat on his face afterwards. I didn't think of the repercussions of this action before taking it. I began to struggle to find my release as it now seemed like the grip of those two men had loosened a bit. Unfortunately, I was quite wrong. The only impact I could make was one that was strong enough to worsen my headache. But this didn't stop me. I continued shaking and swinging my legs to and fro as my leg was no longer on the floor but suspended in the air as a result of their grip. I was soon calmed down when I got a tight slap on my face from the man I had initially spat on. "Please let me go!" I sobbed. The man walked towards me and wiped my tears with his palm. "You go when and where I say you go, and you stay where I ask you to stay. Is that understood?" He screamed to my face. The smell of alcohol once again swam its way into my nostrils.

"Please, I beg of you, let me go," I cried. "You are hurting me," I added. "And you are the one making me hurt you," he added. "It is not my intention to make you go through any pain of any kind, my love. I just want you to stay with me. Is that too much to ask?" He asked. "I can't. I just can't do it. I need my mom, my sister, and best friend. Please just let me go. You have nothing to gain by me being here," I cried, trying to reason with him. "All you need is me, my love. And guess what? I am right here," he said with a smile on his face. He could sense that I was going through a lot of pain as his men held me. The pain was worsened by the previous injuries that I got from the other night. He then signaled his men to let go of my arm. He once again wiped off my tears from my face with his hand as I sat on the floor. Following was his eyes coming in contact with the blood that had been expelled from my injuries on my arm. He gently grabbed my hand to check it, but I refused and pulled back from him. He stood up, staring at the guy who held me at the side where I was bleeding, with a very stern look. I watched as he carefully walked towards the guy. Suddenly, there was a punch on his face. He punched the living daylights out of the other guy who had held me earlier. Following the first punch were a series of other punches. Each one complemented the other. After a few punches, he grabbed the guy and threw him in any direction that he saw fit. My level of fear for this man grew even more. That person he had just lifted was almost two times his size. And he did it with such ease. "Mariam, take her to her room and tend to her wounds," he said after performing his act of anger. "Yes sir," she replied as she tried to raise me from the ground gently. On the contrary, I objected and pulled myself away from her. All of a sudden, Mr. Hulk grabbed me by the hand and placed me on his shoulder. I continued struggling to come down. I even engaged his back in a few slaps in the process. In return, he kept smacking me on my ass. He took me back into the room and threw me on the bed. He walked back out of the room and shut the door after instructing the lady to ensure she took proper care of me before leaving.