Days pass and nothing but my torture got worse. I could barely  stand but still that little gleam of hope got me standing.

2 months pass

I found more of those tiny papers, reassuring me further. Still don't know who left them but I think it's for the best. I stood infront of his office with no attempt in opening the door. The guards glance at me curiously but they never said a word.

You couldn't hear anything from the outside, but knocking the telecom of his voice saying come in. I fear going in hearing heavy breathings.

I shallowed entering while keeping my head down, I close the door the ungodly screams meeting my ears.

"Oh yess baby yes" these women had no shame, I walked to the corner of the room taking my usual position on the ground still with my head down.

No matter the gazed I felt I didn't dare look up, I would never understand why I'm even here but some sick feeling told me he get off from seeing me.

These months he never force me to have sex with him, I never question it just prayed to god to let it stay that way.

She screamed from pleasure sounding quiet extra if you ask me, a climax of extraness.

"That was amazing, lets do it again baby" the uncomfortable shivers crawl on my skin as her sweetly sick breathless voice came.

'That's disgusting'

There was a sudden noise of items crashing on the ground.
"Get out" he shouted in rage before putting his pants back on.

"Wha..but baby.." She pathetically groan you can tell this was turning her on, I try ignoring them getting lost in my thought.

"Are you deaf get the fuck out". He roared almost shaking the room I had to look up seeing the frightful girl ran out taking her clothes in her hand.

The room remain silent my face fearful but he started to calm down, I didn't dare say anything I push myself more in my corner being that wall.

"Come here" my effort wasted as he called me I didn't want to move from my spot of safety. Yet I didn't want to make the lion roar a second time.

I walked in silence feeling the ground sink with each step. If was possible I felt the heat of his anger still evident. I stop a few steps from him, I was shaking knowing he might take his anger out on me.

"Come here Eliza" he said calmly

I was not convinced but I still obey.

As I was near enough he pulled me to him, holding me at arm length he glance down at me. He didn't spoke just stare the kind of stare that was different from before.

"God whats wrong with me" I heard him mumble, he release me taking the bottle of whiskey chugging it down.

I sinfully gazed at him he was shirtless his lean muscles flexing from his movements. God really took his time on him his black head of hair dishevelled from moments ago.

I quickly look away as he slam the bottle on the desk, wiping his mouths. His sharp brown eyes burning into my skin.

"What are you doing to me Eliza" I heard him whispered under his breath, I got confused by his words.

He stalked to me stepping back with each step he took forward, I felt he was drunk something he does every minute of the hour, should I feel concern? But why should I.

I almost cried from being enclosed between the book case and him. I frantically look about the place for an opening to escape.

I was really confused by his behaviour I would be on the ground right now screaming for my life.

"Eliza could you ever forgive" he said suddenly taking me off guard. My head pang the pain shooting through every nerve in my body.

"Eliza!" My eyes snap wide open, I was in my corner sitting still, I was even more confuse with my situation than ever.

Was I hallucinating, my heavy breathing. I scared myself envisioning those thoughts of a psycho who laughed at my pain.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

"Fuck Eliza, where are your fucking ears" I jump up seeing a fuming Jayvin still shirtless, he had a dark look in his eyes as his face twisted in anger.

I got closer to him, he didn't hesitate slapping my across my face. I force the tears down looking down at my hand, my cheek sting.

"Your pissing me off" he rub his hand in his hair roughly.

"S..sorry" I said barely hearing my own voice.

I saw him paused looking at me intently, he might be surprise that I talked I haven't use my voice in a while.

He tossed a newspaper in my face "Did I grant you too much freedom, how did this happen" he roared again pointing harshly on the paper, I shook at his rage. Taking a close look on the paper, it was my face.

But what did I do.

"You slow minded twat, it's been a year now" he said "reopening a case after pronouncing you dead"

He didn't wait, taking my throat in his tight grasps "who did you fuck to help you out huh?" he said disgust on each word "you little whore, I'll find him and kill him that will teach you a lesson"

"I won't touch you so you go around fucking for freedom"

"Should I put more mark on your skin to remind you, who the fuck you belong to" he roared

throwing me aside I bang my head on the floor. Fuming he walked over me slamming the door shut.

I shiver from the pain I was feeling from my head.

Is it wrong that I was happy in this very moment?...