Set free

Chapter 18 Amelia POV

I had refused to order any clothes. Tarrick, I now knew his name, had pleaded with me to just order some things. He had stated that Dominic had ordered it, but I just kept my head in the drawing I was doing and ignored he was there. I had sobbed and sobbed until my throat hurt and let all the pain I felt out, not just for my current situation but for all of my sh*tty life really. Then I had stood up , stripped of the clothes I had on that were now soaked, then washed and got out, then got dressed again.

I had made up my mind to just be nothing, no one. Just be alive but not live. I would do what he wanted when he wanted, and I would do it with all my training in place. But to sit and shop now ? I didn't have the energy for that. And besides I was his now, he could pick out my clothes. I would be a good girl and wear whatever he ordered me to wear.

Tarrick eventually gave up and left sighing under his breath that he was going to get his ass kicked.

I stood from the drawing and went to the window. I started out at the beach below and at the waves crashing against the shore. I had been mindlessly staring for around five minutes when a figure caught my eye to the right. I looked to see it was him running along the sands. His body glistened as the sun bounced off of him. He moved like a well-oiled machine, but with a powerful grace, like he was absolutely in command of his body. I watched mesmerized, until he stopped, placed his hands on his hips, then, like he could feel my gaze, he looked directly at me. I couldn't see his face properly from here, but I felt his gaze. It was like my body knew that he was looking at me.

I gasped and moved away, placing my back to the wall just beside the window.

My heart pounds in my chest, I placed a hand over it and feel it beating. Being near him was going to give me a heart attack, I swear to it. I turned my head a minute later and peaked out of the window to see he was now gone. I took a steadying breath and looked up at the ceiling. Then I closed my eyes and breathed through the feeling that rose in my chest just by seeing him. Fear, anger, terrified and something else something I had to ignore. Something that had been hard to ignore on our last few encounters.

I was naive about s*x, or any s****l acts. But when he was near, it was like my body burned for him. Like it knew by instinct what it wanted, and that was his touch. It was like it craved the danger of having him around. Maybe this was that condition where you feel sick things for your captor. Stockholm syndrome, that was it, I thought to myself.

I shook my head and took another deep breath before I opened my eyes slowly to look back at the ceiling. " God help me " I whispered. I brought my head back down and yelped when I saw he was there, at my door, his chest bare and glistening in sweat. His hands clenched in fists at his side. His eyes burning with rage as he glared at me.

He stepped into the room and looked directly at the camera. " Turn it off, "he hissed. I looked up to see the red light blink three times. Then looked back at him, he slowly turned to look back at me. The look in his eyes made fear rush through my body.

He took a step closer, and I gasped again. I was already at the wall, so it wasn't like I could move further away from him.

" God help you " he said lowly, a sneer curled up his lip. He let out a laugh that was sinful and dark. He walked slowly towards me and all I could do was freeze in place and watch. He came so close to me, I could smell the sweat on his skin and see the beads roll down his chest.

His hand shot up and gripped around my neck. It was tight but not enough to cut off my breathing but enough to know he could if he wanted. He leaned forward, his mouth coming close by my ear, his face centimeters away from mine. " I ain't nothing like your daddy, your daddy is a piece of sh*t at the bottom of the barrel and the sh*t on my f*cking shoe Angel. He thinks he is the big lion in town, but let me tell you princess, he f*cking isn't, and he only believes he still is because I let him have that illusion for now. I took his most precious possession from in front of his face. The one thing he guarded so tightly, I took easily. You may be here because I kidn*pped you. But don't ever think that I am like him " he pulled back and looked me dead in the eyes.

" Because I am worse and god can't f*cking help you , but at least I have morals not like him. Tell me did he ever touch you ? The way he gropes at you like you're his lover, not his daughter, is sickening, "he hisses.

I shake my head no at his question. " Speak" he barks at me.

" No , no , not like that he never touched me in that way . I had to be pure in that way, he just he in other ways " I admitted.

His eyes narrowed. "Then in what way ? " He asked.

I don't even know why I told him, I don't. The thing was, I hated my father deep down. I did, I feared him, I hated him, but he was my father, so in some way I guess I loved him too, but hate won out.

" He would examine me , make sure my body was perfect. Make sure I didn't gain weight and stayed slender. He .. he would , well " I licked my lips, nervous and repulsed that I was telling him why was I ?

" He would what ? " He asked his voice still stern but less bark.

" Make me strip , have me stand in his office so he can look at me, make me turn and" I swallowed the bile that crept up my throat , the feeling of disgust and filth as I remembered his eyes roaming my body.

" Say it angel " he said, flexing his fingers on my throat.

" Bend over so he could inspect other areas , lay flat on his desk and open my legs so he could look down there .. he .. he never touched me. Just looked "tears poured from my eyes now down my cheeks and no doubt dripped onto his hand that still held my throat.

" Unless I did something wrong, I did something to embarrass him or I didn't act the right way in company. He would make me strip and then lay on his lap so he could s***k me as punishment for my misgivings. That was only ever how he touched me " I whispered out shame, clawing at me.

I was looking down now, unable to look in his eyes for fear I would see pity or disgust. I didn't want him to look at me like that.

" And you compare me to that ? " He asked.

" Not you, the situation. I am no freer here than I was there, am I not a possession a thing to be bartered like you said ? I will be used against my father, will I not be ? He used me to gain power. I was the prize for the highest bidder. You use me to gain power, do you not ? " I told him the truth. I didn't think he was like him, but he was using me all the same. He had to see that.

" Is that what you desire to be free ? " He asked me.

The scary thing was, when his hands were on me, I felt free. I glanced down at his lips, at the piercing. His hands weren't on me because my dad chose him for me. He wasn't some stuffy bank owner or hot-shot lawyer that owned his firm. He was dangerous and capable of evil things. I knew that. Hell his hands were on me because he took me without consent. He was the furthest thing, or man, should I say that my dad would give me away to. My father hated him.

I didn't answer him. I glanced back up at him. I had the urge to kiss him. To do something reckless. To spoil what my father had worked so hard to keep untouched. His eyes scanned my face, he was watching me closely. He took a step closer. Our bodies were now touching. Our breaths mixed with each other's as we looked into each other's eyes. I could tell him what I desired, what dangerous thoughts I had been having, and maybe he would indulge me in my desires.

But instead, I broke eye contact and looked to the side.

" My desires don't matter. I'm either yours or his or the next guy that my dad passes me off to. If he takes me back by killing you, I will belong to another soon after that. Or the next captor that takes me to get to my dad" I felt myself becoming the robot I was trained to be, the mask slipping back in place.

When I looked up, I was the good girl that obeyed. " How can I make you happy ? " I asked.

He dropped his hand like my flesh burned him and he stepped back. He turned on his heel and left like someone was chasing him. The door slamming behind him sounded final somehow.