Caged By Him

Chapter 7: Escape?

Aurora's POV:

I take a deep breath as I feel the adrenaline rush through my veins. Worst case scenario, I get caught and Tristan shots up this entire place.

Glancing over at Tristan through the door c***k, he's talking to someone on his phone, pulsating with rage as he grips the phone tightly in his hand.

I swallow and tip toe to the other side of the restaurant and stand next to the stairs.

I DID IT. I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M FREE.

Not wasting another minute, nor giving Tristan another glance, I run down the stairs then spin my head looking for the door.

Ah, there it is.

Everyone is looking at me like I'm a maniac but I don't care. I feel alive again. I finally have my life back. I keep tripping over because of how fast I'm walking in these heels. I don't even know where I am, the drive was so long. Tristan's house was always so secluded and I couldn't memorize the way back when we went to my appartment to grab my things. I need to look for a phone and call someone.

Walking down the crowded street, my heart thumping strenuously, I spot a phone booth. I can call someone to help me.

I only have two numbers memorized: Stella, and Liam.

Holding up the phone to my ear as I dial her number, it keeps going to voicemail.

Dammit.

That only leaves one person left who can help me.

Liam.

I met Liam a year ago, he was my next door neighbour and a very nice guy. He worked with me but then one day he told me Henry fired him because of me, because he was spending too much time with me. It really pissed me off because we were friends, he made me laugh and our relationship was purely plutonic.

I was pretty sad as I was the reason why he had to move somewhere else, but he gave me his number if I should ever contact him. I'm hoping it'll come in handy because at this moment, I feel like I ran out of choices, and that if I don't get help right now, Tristan will find me.

I dial his number and impatiently wait for it to go through.

Please, please, please, please pick up.

Holding the phone against my ear, I nervously glance around making sure no one is following or watching me.

"Hello?" Liam speaks through the phone, sending a rush of relief through my veins.

"Liam? Liam it's Aurora, please help me." I pant through the phone, trying to be quick before I'm cut off.

"Aurora? What's going on? Is everything okay?"

"No, no please. You have to help me. I don't know where I am and I'm scared. I want to go home." I reply, tears escaping my eyes.

"What do you mean? Where are you right now? Can you see anything? An indicator I can use to come get you?" His voice laced with worry as I look around the street trying to find some shop's name or something. Anything really, I'm barely hanging onto hope at this point, I'm picturing every scenario possible in my head right now. And trust me when I say they're all bad.

My eyes land on a small coffee chop door with the words 'Lincon's Café' written on a banner on top of it, without thought I tell Liam "LINCOLN, LINCOLN'S CAFE. PLEASE, PLEASE HURRY." I basically scream at him.

"I know where that is. It's a 30 minute drive. You need to wait for me, Aurora. Hide somewhere do you hear me?"

"Yes, yes. Just please hurry up." I cry out, my breathing erratic and my whole body shaking.

Stepping out of the booth, I run my hands up and down my arms to warm myself up. It's a cold night and I'm wearing a short dress with heels.

I'll just go over to the cafe and hide in the bathroom.

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I'm now stood in front of the coffee shop and I'm freezing. The street is very empty, there's not a sound to be heard.

It's been over 45 minutes and I don't know where Liam is. Is he stuck in traffic? I'm really scared being here alone, at night. Anything can happen to me.

But yet, I don't mind. At least I have my freedom back and I won't take it for granted. At least I'm not going to marry a mafia leader forcefully. I think l can handle waiting in the cold.

A few minutes later, the unmistakable sound of a car engine disturbs the vacant silence, then the light of the car headlights comes in sight. I stare at the black car coming my way wide eyed, bursting with happiness. Liam's here, he's going to get me home to the police.

The car pulls up next to me and the driver's window rolls down, revealing an eager yet relieved Liam.

Thank you God.

"Aurora, get in." He says and I'm quick to go to run to the other side of the and slide in the passenger seat.

I feel content, relieved. I'm in debt to Liam for coming for me, I'll never be able to repay him.

I slump on the seat and breathe heavily, exhaling all my thoughts about Tristan.

"Are you okay?" Liam asks, turning over to my side and placing his hand on my shoulder.

"I'm fine. Thank you so much for helping me. I really owe you." I thank him, I don't think I'll ever stop appreciating this act of kindness.

"Anything for a friend, I'll drive you home then you can tell me what's going on." He states as he tilts his head, and pats my shoulder in attempt to calm me down and I nod at him. I feel so tired, all this stress has really taken a toll on me. I'm just glad it's finally over.

I look out the window as Liam drives, his eyes focused on the road. My mind wanders off to the man who stole my first kiss: Tristan Black. I couldn't help but think about the way he held my hand when I slept next to him, how he looked at me, how he kissed me passionately. It's made me feel some ineffable kind of way. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. All I know is that he was different. Wait, why am I thinking about my kidnapper? He's not different, he's just like the others. Oh god, I'm really messed up aren't I? I'm so deprived from love, it's quite unsettling to be honest.

I don't know how or when but I eventually let sleep take over me. I had nothing to worry about anymore. It's all in the past behind me.

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As I open my eyes, I'm leaned on the car window as trees pass me. I rub my eyes and sit up, looking at Liam who's still driving.

"Liam, where are we going? To your house?" I ask, because this isn't the way to my house. He's probably taking me to his new house, seeing as my apartment is most likely not the safest place for me to be in tonight.

He doesn't reply but keeps his eyes sternly on the road, slighty squinting them.

"Liam? Are we going to your house?" I ask, looking at the road and then back at him.

"You can say that." He replies in a dry tone.

He keeps driving while I just stare blankly. It's hard to distinguish anything because of the darkness that envelops the road.

Eventually, I'm able to see lights as we approach what looks like a mansion? Oh, no. I'd recognize it anywhere. IT'S TRISTAN'S HOUSE. HE'S TAKING ME BACK.

This can't be happening.

"Liam? Liam,wha are you doing? Why did you bring me here?" I yell, feeling scared as ever. How does he know this place?

"Don't make this harder than it is, Aurora." He hisses, gripping tightly on the handle.

Make what harder? Why the hell is he taking me back?

I start panicking, banging my fists against the window but it won't break. I attempt to open the door but it's locked.

"Stop fighting, Aurora. Just submit already. There's no way out of this." He states harshly. What is he on about?

"Tristan's never going to let you go." He adds.

"Wait, h-how do you know him?" I ask furrowing my brows, tears making their way down my face and falling on my lap.

"I think the question you're looking for is 'Who doesn't know him'. He's the boss of all bosses, Aurora. But to answer your question, remember when I told you Henry fired me?" He asks and I nod, eager to hear the rest.

"Well, that was a lie. One night I was going home and his men cornered me. They interrogated me about you, I told them everything they need to know, personal things they'd never find in your record. But of course they wouldn't let me go so easily, I had to make an oath to Mr Black. That I would serve him as long as I live. I'm one of his men Aurora. That's why I had to leave." He explains and my jaw literally drops. Never did I think that he would actually betray me like this.

"And you running away was kind of expected tonight, seeing as Mr Black was planning to propose to you. That was bound to freak you out. And of course, you don't know a lot of people so he expected you'd call me. You need to learn Aurora, you can't outsmart the Mafia." He states with a playful tone, satisfied that their plan worked.

I can't stop crying or shaking, I can't believe Liam would do this to me, let alone work with Tristan to take my life away from me.

"Liam, Liam listen to me please. You have to let me out, I can't go back there please. You have to understand." I sob heavily, my voice cracking between words.

He ignores my pleads and just keeps driving, reaching the gate that opens up allowing him access. I can't go back here. I won't.

Tristan is stood by the door of the mansion, arms crossed with a blank expression planted on his face. He's enjoying this, he knew he'll get me back.

I can feel myself sweating profusely. I turn to Liam and grab his forearm. I'm willing to try anything just to get back to my life.

"LIAM, YOU'RE NOT THINKING STRAIGHT. THIS IS NOT YOU, YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET THIS." I shake his arm with all the strength I have.

"I'm sorry, Aurora." He sighs.

And that's all I can remember. I must've passed out or someone must've drugged me because I don't have any other memory of what happened after that.

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The next day, I woke up utterly and completely drained of energy, unable to move my limbs. My head is throbbing and my eyes are itchy.

Although, I feel the comfort of the bed on my back, making me want to stretch out my arms so I can get more comfortable but the thing is, I can't move them.

I look up and they're hancuffed to the headboard. I shake them back and forth but that only makes my wrists hurt. I try moving my legs but to my suprise, they're cuffed as well. Leaving me completely helpess and restrained.

I keep wriggling my hands, the clinks of the headboard against the metal cuffs intensifying.

"I suggest you stop unless you want to slice your skin open." A deep voice erupts the room, urging me to snap my head and look for the source. Only to see Tristan casually striding in the room, his hands shoved in his black slacks.

I open my mouth to talk but he interrupts me. "Don't even try to open your mouth. You don't get to talk now. You'll just listen." He hisses and I swallow the ball of nerves forming in my throat.

"You have no idea how angry I am at you, Aurora. You f*****g knew what I was planning to do last night and you ran away. You f*****g disrespected me." He spits in rage as he circles the room, I eye him with fear.

"When are you gonna get it inside your head that you're mine? How many times are you going to make attempts to escape before you realize you belong to me?" He questions angrily and stops at the foot of the bed, fisting his hands in rage as I struggle to move, he simply stares at me.

"Although, seeing you all tied up and helpless is making me compelled to do a lot of things to you. Bad bad things, my love." He states casually. What things? Is he going to hit me?

"And the struggle you're putting on right now, it's turning me on to the point where I don't think I can restrain myself so you better stop before you do something you'll regret." He adds as he steps forward, leaning on the bed and starting to climb up.

Hovering over me, he runs his finger up and down my hips making me fidget in his hold, he lowers his face, bringing it closer to mine as I shiver from his touch.

"Please." I sigh in defeat, I can't push him off and he's got all the power now, seeing as I'm tied up.

"Don't f*****g resist me." He spits, his hand touching at my breast making me moan unintentionally.

"I love how you react to my touch. I'm the only man who'll make you feel this way, for the rest of your life. Or should I say, for the rest of our lives." He adds.

"What makes you think I'll ever stop running away from you?" I cry out in a struggle. This is the first time I've stood up to him. I search his face for a reaction but he just smirks devilishly.

"I couldn't help but notice how you've gotten close to Claire. And while she may be one of my longest term workers, I'm guessing I'll have to take her to the basement, where I torture all my victims. You wouldn't want that, would you, angel?" As soon as he says those words, my heart drops. He's going to blackmail me by killing Claire. No no no no.

"Y-you wouldn't do that." I challenge him, he doesn't look too happy about that.

"Dont understimate the lengths I'd go to to make you mine." He warns, his finger playing across my cheek as I shut my eyes.

"Better yet, how about we add Stella to the mix too? The more the merrier, isn't that right?" He playfully suggests and I feel tears forming in my eyes, he can't kill them and I won't let it happen.

"No, please. You can't do this." I cry out, trying to pry his hands off me. He wipes my tears and says "Don't cry, angel. You can easily fix this, all you have to do is say yes to me and you'll have a great life."

"I'm the only man who'll get the chance to make love to you, touch you, kiss you. I want to get into your head and consume your mind. I want to be the only person you think about all day. I want you to feel so lonely when I'm not around, beg for me to pleasure you, to take you. I want you to worship me as much as I worship you." He adds in a dangerous whisper against my ear then bites my earlobe afterwards.

He inches closer, closing the space between us.

He inhales my scent and whispers against my lips.

"Obsess over me." He growls, gliding his nose against my cheek and my face automatically turns to the side as I pant.

He inches his hand lower, my breath hitches as he cups my private area, making me jerk against him, thus causing the restraints to clink. He hums against my skin but as soon as I plead him to stop, he backs off and stands at the end of the bed again, running his hand through his hair.

"So what's it going to be, love? Choose wisely." He asks in a dry tone.

What am I going to do?