Bound tigether chapter 6(sorry for teh wait..teehee)

Surprisingly, she wasn’t in her cage or on the rack anymore. She was in a large room with no windows and a single door. She tried to open it, but it was locked and there was nothing around she could use to break the lock open.

She turned around and noticed the large bed in the middle of the room. It was made of dark, almost black, wood and the four posts on each corner were elegantly engraved. The drapes enveloping the bed were made of a rich black material and the sheets and pillow cases were satiny and black as well.

It was a completely private place. Nobody seemed to be around and she couldn’t hear a sound. She found that strange, though, since she’d grown used to the screams and pleads of other souls. There was always someone begging and screaming in agony, but not this time, not here. She couldn’t hear a thing and it was a relief. At least for once she could relax.

She considered sitting on the bed and even lying down on it, but immediately remembered what had happened when she’d lay down on the chaise lounge so she thought it wiser to stay away from the bed and sat on the floor instead.

She looked around and examined the room. There was a large mirror on one wall, a table with two chairs and a chest of drawers. They were dark too and had tasteful carvings as well. She approached the chest of drawers and saw some small bottles, combs and brushes on top. She picked one up and combed her hair enjoying the feeling. She smiled remembering all the times she’d done that in her life. She looked at herself in the mirror thinking how normal it all seemed…well, except for the fact that she was in hell.

She spent the whole day in that room and wondered what had happened to her torturer, not that she missed him in any way, but she wondered why he was giving her a break. After a moment, she brushed those thoughts off and decided to make the most of her alone time. She relaxed and after a while tried to find a way out of the room, but failed in all her attempts.

She was busy searching for hidden doors or passages that might lead outside the room and didn’t see him coming in. He locked the door behind him and greeted her “Hi, doll! Miss me?” She felt a shiver down her spine, stood still and remained silent. He sensed it and casually approached the bed and sat down.

He then went on to explain that it was his private room. There was no sleep in hell, but he had his own place to relax, think, or just be by himself. It was a privilege he’d earned. Alistair had let him have this place, just like he’d let him have her –of course, he didn’t say the last part out loud.

He patted the bed saying “C’mere, baby.” She looked worried and scared, but she complied. She walked towards him and stood next to the bed. “No, I don’t want you there. I want you here with me,” he explained moving towards the middle of the bed and patting it once more inviting her to join him. She slowly sat down, her back facing him. He then placed his hands on her shoulders and made her lie down next to him. She froze, her arms tightly pressed to her sides and her legs clamped together.

He was pleased with her obedience, and then he perceived the panic in her eyes and ragged breath. He shifted his body and lay on his side. He leaned close to her and gently stroked her hair. He then licked his lips and kissed her softly. She didn’t push him away or fight back in any way but didn’t cooperate either –she wasn’t exactly thrilled about being there with him. He noticed and wasn’t pleased at all, so he said in a commanding voice “Hey, I don’t want a cold fish. I know how passionate you can be, princess. Come on, kiss me back. Remember, you’re mine now. You agreed to it.”

She looked into his eyes and knew there was nothing she could do but obey. So, she nodded and parted her lips invitingly. They kissed deeply and when they broke the kiss, he saw her unshed tears. “No, baby, it’s ok. It’ll be good. I promise. You’ll enjoy things from now on.” He rested his forehead on hers and brushed his nose against hers. He didn’t know why, but she was really getting to him. He wanted her to enjoy things, to be happy…at least, as happy as you could be downstairs!

Ever since he’d met her, he’d tried to discover her sin, to know why she’d been sent to the pit, but he’d failed so far. That shocked and intrigued him at the same time since he’d become exceedingly good at finding out souls’ weaknesses and miseries. But he had nothing regarding her. He couldn’t smell a thing…and she seemed so innocent and sweet. He kept wondering why she was downstairs and even considered asking Alistair, but he knew that it would draw his attention to him and to the fact that he hadn’t made the offer in quite a while so he thought it better to keep his mouth shut and try and find out some other way. He’d only have to figure out new ways of doing it, that was all.

He held her in his arms and rested his head on the pillow next to hers. He caressed her softly and looked at her, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. She looked confused and frightened and thought that if she didn’t move or upset him in any way, then, she might get lucky and he’d leave her alone.