Claimed by Valiant

Chapter 5

“Does that mean she gets to stay with me right?” this comes from teacher grinning and leering at me.

“Like hell she will.” Valiant casually says. His tone suggests its casual and I can just tell he is anything but kidding. Teacher turns to him but hesitates, he takes a step back and raises his hand in surrender.

“If you wanted fresh meat you should have just said so.” He grins mockingly and swaggers out of the room. The other brothers file out one after the other once they realize the party’s over.

“She can stay with you till we figure out what to do with her. I’m sure you’ll keep her under control.” The boss tells my giant.

I nearly scoff. By keeping me under control I’m sure he means keep me locked. He nods, reaching behind him he grabs my arm and pulls me to him. Dragging me up a flight of stairs down the hall to the end of a row of rooms, reaching under the plant he pulls out a key opens the door and yanks me inside.

He still does not say anything to me. I’m trying to grapple with the changes that has happened in the past week and all of a sudden I’m thrust with this man who has rescued me twice already.

“sit.” I hear and plop on the only armchair in the room.

I’m guessing this is his room. Very minimalistic, there’s barely any furniture the only one is the bed frame. He leaves me room without locking the door. My instincts tell me to get my ass up and get the hell out of here but I’m frozen in fear.

I can’t run out of here, what if I run into one of them outside? It’s simply too dangerous to go out. So I stay seated, waiting for the giant to come back and do heavens knows what with me. What’s going to become of me? Would I end up r***d and beaten?

I do not have to wait for long because he comes back holding some clothes and hands them to me. The lighting in the room is dim and intimate emitting from a little lamp in the corner, the only window is closed shut and his large frame stands in front of me blocking out the light.

“Bathroom is over there, you look like you could use a shower.” The deep baritone of his voice washes over me and soothes the doubt at the back of my mind, if he wanted to assault me he would have just done it already right?!

“Take, here are some clothes, leave the old ones in the basket I’ll have someone come get it later.” He says gruffly. His large frame move with ease in the small space, he starts pulling stuffs out of a duffel bag clearly dismissing me. gingerly I stand and walk to the bathroom and enter it, small and nothing extra-ordinary like the room. With unsure steps I face the mirror and a whimper leaves my mouth.

I look different than I normally look. My former long beautiful dark hair is tangled and matted withy dirt and blood, my face is covered in bruises. My lips felt raw and painful and I now see why. My upper lip is busted open with dried blood and an eye is purpling.

I cover my mouth with my hand to stifle the sound of my tears, anguish lances through my body, one hands grabs onto the sink to keep my body up. Finally the fatigue catch up to me and I just collapse on the floor and cry my heart out. It has all become too much because I had tried to be brave like my dad always said, to be tough and never let them see you cry because it meant weakness. I am very weak, I can’t even save myself from this mess. It’s all too much.

I get to my feet and slowly peel every filthy piece of garment off my body and throw it into the basket. The water runs hot on my skin burning me up but I welcome the heat, I grab the shampoo I see and lather my hair taking my time to get every twig and dirt out of it. It feels like sweet relief to be finally clean again. I gently wash my body as I wonder if he’ll let me shower often.

I’m rinsing off my body when I feel a spurt of strength. So I made it this far and I can make it out of here I just need to come up with a plan and fast because I remember the other brute that wanted to take me to his room wants a turn with me after he’s done with me and I fear what will become of me. I also cannot wait for the bastard Slick to come back for me.

My hands tremble as flashbacks of the horrors I saw when he held me prisoner. So far, this place seemed better than where I was coming from but I fear I have traded one cage for another.