Set free

Chapter 15 Amelia POV

The next morning after hardly sleeping, I chewed my lip as I looked at the still open door. It taunted me, being open gave the impression I could leave. But even walking out of my door, I now knew there was no escape. I was being watched, the island was secure. Or at least he says it is and that there is no other way off. I hadn't exactly gotten far enough to see for myself. He said I could walk around now, and after being couped up in here, since being here I desperately needed a change of scenery. He said he would show me around, but he hasn't shown up yet.

Images of being pinned to the tree by him had haunted me all night, the feel of the cold steel of the blade running along my drenched panties had made me feverish. It has made all my nerve-endings sing and I would admit in shame I had never felt more alive at that moment where death would have been so easy to bestow on me. He could have easily taken my life, ended me for good from the miserable, trapped life I lead. But he hadn't, and I had felt euphoric. How messed up does that make me ?

My knee felt mildly better, it still throbbed, but I would bare more weight this morning. I had put on some shorts that had been left in here for me because they were baggy. The heat here was glorious. I had noticed I had air conditioning in my room, and had felt the whole house did when I had been sneaking out. But I hardly put it on only if it became unbearable. The heat was a welcome after spending so many years being cold and wrapped up at school. I placed a crop top on another item that had appeared in my room. The clothes were basic. All of them had been baggy and basic, but today I wanted to ask if I could go outside. Lay in the sun, so I picked out the coolest items of clothing from the pile of baggy and unflattering clothes that had been left.

My stomach rumbled, no one had been in to drop food off either this morning, and I had smelt something delicious coming through the open door, usually not long after one of the two men would drop me whatever it was. But nothing had come.

Which to me meant he was being truthful over me being allowed to roam now, otherwise his men would still drop me food off, right ? Unless his plan is to starve me to death, maybe food deprivation was a punishment for me trying to run off yesterday.

I started pacing even with my limp. I was so torn and thinking over this, overthinking it way too much, I felt like it could be a test, a trap or something. Why would he all of a sudden let me out of the room he had kept me locked up in? I should just go out and see and take the punishment. If it was a test at least, then I would know instead of being stuck in this limbo.

I looked at the camera in my room, I saw the other guy look up into it, so I knew they were watching me on it. Is he watching me now ?

The three choices he gave me yesterday were proof he liked to test you, see your answer and work you out. He liked mind games. I was positive this was one. I felt like sticking up my middle finger to the camera, but I had been taught against such unlady-like behavior. So, instead, I acted how a lady would act of good standing. I would walk my bum in there head held high like I owned the room. " A lady must have a presence about her one that allures the crowd and makes your husband the envy of other men, but never give them thought that they could have you. They can't. Your eyes are for your husband only " her shrill, emotionless voice played in my head, Mrs Hanthen the old witch.

I straightened my shoulders and went to walk out of the room. A moment of hesitation hit me as my foot crossed the threshold, I felt my heart stutter and an image of yesterday flashed in my mind. The blade glinting in the moonlight at the side of my head. I took a deep breath though and I kept moving. I followed the smell to the kitchen, the same kitchen I had grabbed a knife from and jumped from the pantry's window.

When I rounded the corner, no one was there, but warmers sat on the side and plates beside them, along with clean glasses and a jug of fresh orange juice to the side.

I had at least expected Janey, or one of his men sat in here that would give me instructions about what to do. Or should I say what I could do. Once again, I stood frozen, unsure of what to do, so, do I just help myself ? I mean he did kidnap me. It is his responsibility to feed me, or keep me alive. I scoffed at that he made it clear he was planning to kill me, and I needed my strength. I needed to escape before he finally decided the time was right to do it.

I took a step about to move towards the warmers when I heard a lighter behind me, then the inhale of a cigarette. I knew without looking it was him. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. He was so silent I hadn't heard his footsteps as he came up behind me.

I stood still, I didn't dare move, my breathing accelerated, and my legs began to tremble a little. We stood like that as his smoke blew past me in silence for a few moments.

Then his deep voice ordered, "Go eat angel, "that voice. Damn, that voice was like it had its own zip wire to my panties. I swallowed harshly, trying to ignore the instant wetness that happened between my legs.

When I didn't move, I felt his hand at the base of my back, and he guided me towards the plates, then he dropped his hand and the contact instantly missed on my skin. Where he has touched now felt cold. He walked around me into my line of sight.

" Food is always here pretty much around meal times, you can come here and help yourself. Drinks are in the fridge there or, if you want a coffee, there is a coffee machine there " he pointed to a swanky, state-of-the-art coffee machine in its own little nook that looked like it rivaled one of a proper coffee barista shop.

He took a seat at the end of the kitchen island, his eyes on me as he stared intently. He looked down at my body to my outfit and then slowly back up, his eyes burning a trail on my skin as he did.

" If there is any type of food you do not like, then let Janey know, she is the one that cooks for us. Any allergies or whatever tell her" he stated.

Then he just sat and watched me, he didn't speak another word as he studied me.

His gaze was so intense I looked down and nervously picked up a plate. I limped towards the warmers, having being stood on it for a little while, my knee started to throb a little more than it had been. Lifting the lids, the smell of bacon and eggs hit me and made my mouth water. With a shaking hand, I placed some on my plate and then popped the lid back on before going to the next seeing French toast, the next an array of fruits. Once I had my plate, I looked around, unsure of where to sit or what to do now. Did he expect me to go back to my room ?

I glanced at him, and he still studied me, making me feel a little self-conscious. Looking past him, the kitchen window was behind him and I saw a patio with a large marble-looking table out there. The sun beat down on it.

" Can I, can I sit, ermmm out there ? " I asked him, my eyes flicking back to him.

His lips moved and created a half smirk at my question.

" Will you attempt to run ? " He asked.

I shook my head slightly side to side and looked down at my feet. " No " I whispered.

He stood and gestured with his hand for me to follow him. He walked through another door in the kitchen that led to a huge dining room with a large black marble table as its centerpiece. A large open glass window looked out onto the rolling scenery of the back garden that hosted a pool and the outdoor table, along with sun beds and a large L-shaped outside sofa tucked to the side. Further right you can see a grill and then a bar. He walked to the door in the middle of the glass window and placed his finger on a sensor to the side and the door clicked open. He pushed the door open and then stepped a side.

" Go on " he stated.

The wealth in this place was insane. I thought my father showcased his wealth, but here was modern wealth, not the large stuffy houses my father owned, the sheer paradise that this place was is stunning.

Stepping out past him, I caught his scent and almost moaned. His aftershave was something I had never smelled before, even the under current of smoke just added to his masculine scent that sent me dizzy. I walked so far out then turned to see he was gone. I thought he would have followed me out to keep an eye on me. It made me feel like another test. Would I run ? Instead of the table, I carefully walked towards a sun lounger and then sat down.

Moments later he walked out with a glass of orange juice in one hand and his other hand was cupped closed. He walked over, handed me the glass and then held out his closed hand. When he gave me what was in it , I looked up at him , pills.

" For the pain "he stated, then took a seat on the sun lounger at the side of me. He laid back and closed his eyes, not speaking another word. Until I had eaten.