Chapter 52 Back To The Cage
Refusing to let him go, afraid if she did, she would confront something unbearable, nonetheless, he abruptly ripped her from him and threw her on the bed.
Fallen, she glanced at him, fastening gazes to seek any sign of tenderness but all she greeted was mischief.
“William-”
Not paying heed to her miserable call, his retreating footsteps came, locking the door while holding his sides.
For a merest moment a hope evoked that was frayed when he lost himself, pointing his finger furiously at her that made her flinch.
He growled, “You-!”
But, stopped, curling his hand in a fist, lowering his head and began to laugh darkly which scared her more.
“You truly are the most amusing ‘thing’ I have stolen so far but you see, darling,”
The sound of his it gave her a very bad omen, sending a shiver down her spine as he pushed his hair behind and gripped her jaws in a tight grip.
“I planned everything so perfectly that you will be caged with me in a way everyone will forget you exist, that none can come between us.”
Hissing, he pushed her back on the bed, pacing around the room with visible distress, placing himself at fault for letting her out in the first place.
“It was so immaculate, you were going to exist just for me,”
Anguished, she looked down and the second she was relieved he wouldn’t do something unendurable, at the very least, he muttered.
“I guess I shouldn’t have opened the door in the first place. My fault for being in a mood to play-”
“Please…!!”
Shutting her eyes, her chest constricted as she slammed her hands down that stopped the angered man who furrowed his brows at her.
“I.. I am not a thing, W-William,”
“Hmm?”
“Stop.. stop talking to me… like I am a thing… Non-living,” Her eyes shrink, begging him, “Please,”
Visible anguish as if it was piercing her heart terribly and he failed to notice it.
He saw the fright but ignored the heartbreak. It wasn’t supposed to exist in a collection after all.
He hovered to dominate her with ruthless eyes, clasping a fistful of her hair to lift her to his level.
“Oh yes you are, you are ‘my’ thing, you belong to me, my woman, my collection, mine in all possible ways,”
A tear rolled down which he instead of wiping, smeared it all over her soft cheek that made her liberate another soft cry.
She hated it, how cold it sounds, how it penetrated. She abhorred all of it.
“And to think someone is going to cast an eye on what is legally, spiritually, officially belongs to me is so damn infuriating,”
Defeated when none of her words reached that man, she covered her face in her hand from disappointment as he began to pace around the room again.
“What should I do with you, what should I do…”
Whispering to himself when nothing came to his mind as punishment, he ended up hitting the nearby table evoking a scream from Arabella who immediately crawled back.
“FUCK!!”
Shouting, he hit the table again, almost cracking it and afraid he might deal further damage, she instinctively got up to stop him.
“William-”
“Stay right fucking there, Arabella,” He growled.
Losing his breaths, his composure as he was surely infuriated but had absolutely zero cognition on what to do about it.
“I am infuriated and I don’t know what I will do myself. Plus your feet, stay right there,” He hissed, pushing his hair behind messily, throwing his coat away and loosening his tie.
“Dammit, dammit, dammit-”
And then it hit him as he paused, “Oh, I know, I know,”
Returning a devilish grin, he approached her like a hunter again. Ceasing her breaths when dread began to coat her whole being.
Tears shining in the corner agonizingly, not daring to watch the powerful man bending forward who forced a stare until she couldn't endure the power of it.
“So what are we going to do…”
Tracing his index finger on the side of her face, he caressed her cheeks, indulging in her fright, holding her chin.
“I am going to teach you a lesson at that party so you won’t make a pathetic attempt like this again,”
Her heart skipped a beat, “W-What are you going to do?”
“Although I cherish you yet you must learn a lesson on how to behave,”
Whispering, he pulled away, leaving her in a mess of anticipation of what he meant or intended to do.
“No-”
“Enough now,”
Not listening to her anymore, he sighed deeply, finding an ointment from his first aid box and sat on the ground, opening his hand out to her.
She was hesitant at first before eventually placing her foot over his palm so he could apply the ointment there.
Gripping the sheets, afraid to imagine what he would possibly do to her, she whispered, hoping to diminish his wrath.
“William, I.. I am sorry, I-”
He spoke dominantly, “We both know you are not. Now you are because you got caught and I threatened you,”
Exhaling his frustration, he picked the tube and asked casually, frowning at the blisters and redness due to the sprinting.
“Leave it, tell me why did you come barefoot?”
Biting her bottom lips anxiously, she mumbled, “I.. I thought I escaped,”
“And then?”
“And then go to the cops and tell them everything…”
He frowned, asking her strictly, “Did I force you to sign the marriage license papers?”
She reasoned desperately, “But, you lied to me, you tricked me, you-”
“Did I force you?”
Lowering her gaze, she shook her head in denial, “No…”
He told her casually, “End of discussion.”
“They were going to send you back to me. Just another couple problems. That was all it would be for them.”
And then a vile smirk came, tightening his grip on her foot which made her wince in pain. His other hand led upward to which he rested his head on her laps, kissing her thigh slowly.
Displaying his possessiveness, he announced the undeniable truth.
“No matter where you go, you were going to end up with me,”