I know you all want Zale's POV but you aren't getting it until chapter 16. Sorry.

A WEEK LATER...

Day nine of being captured and the third day of my period. Worst combination ever.

Thankfully my kidnapper had bought me a lots of clothes a week before along with some pads and tampons for which I was grateful.

After that dungeon drama, I didn't push his buttons anymore and I hardly saw him even. I was being delivered food in my room by some maid of his whom I tried to engage in a conversation but she politely refused to say anything to me and left.

So for the past few days I was being an obedient, little girl who was afraid of her kidnapper which is not true, I am just afraid that he will lock me in the dungeon.

I remembered the video he recorded of me and I wonder how my dad and brother reacted to that. Did dad talk to him after that message? Or did Dad agree to give him Alaska? I hope not.

I am surprisingly okay here...I mean no one is physically torturing me or something except that wound on my forearm...which according to him he didn't do deliberately. Like I care.

I really hope dad don't react recklessly because that's what Zale wants him to do. I am okay, I can handle myself here.

As long as I don't stay locked up here for another day cause I will seriously go insane.

Frustrated, I walked to the window and ripped apart the curtains and gazed out of the window, it was late in the evening and as usual, there were hardly any one outside the house. I mean we have plenty of guards guarding our house 24/7 but this guy doesn't seem to fear anyone.

As I watched outside...a metallic grey Audi R8 pulled up in the driveway and was parked right under my window, the door opened and Zale stepped out in his usual attire. A black pair of jeans, black t shirt and long black jacket that ended just above his knees and his hands were gloved in black leather.

Well...this time it looks a little informal, where was he anyway? I haven't seen him in days.

Aargh, why do I even care? It's a good thing he wasn't here, at least I had some peace.

As he closed the car door and ran his fingers through his hair, he glanced up and his eyes clashed with mine.

He slowly lowered his arm and stuffed it inside his pocket and continued to stare into my eyes and I didn't back down, I returned his stare.

For a second, a corner of his lips tilted up into a smirk as if challenging me to break the eye contact but I wasn't going to, he will be the one to back down first.

But the more I stared into his eyes a funny feeling erupted in my stomach, it felt weird. And for a brief moment my eyes flickered down to his lips.

God, no! What is wrong with me?! And I immediately looked away and taking a step back, drawed the curtains blocking him away from my view.

I seriously can't be looking at his lips! He kidnapped me and even tried to lock me in the dungeon! Oh God, am I becoming the victim of stockholm syndrome?!

No way! Never!

See this is what happens when you stay locked up.

I was still freaking about everything when a few minutes later the door opened making me pause and Zale walked in, no longer wearing the jacket and the gloves.

I glanced at the wall clock noticing it was time for dinner but he didn't bring any food with him.

"Come with me", he said in a neutral tone and without waiting for my reply started to walk away and I was surprised seeing the door open. He wants me to come with him? Where?

But at least I get to get out of here, so I quickly followed him, walking behind him silently.

He led me down the stairs and to the dining table just outside the open kitchen. The table was laden with food and he gestured me to sit down.

What?

Baffled, I pulled out a chair and sat down and he took a seat opposite to me and started to fill up his plate while I stared at him in shock.

What is going on? Why is he having dinner with me?

He started to eat not bothering about me and when I just sat there for another minute, he placed down his fork and sighed, glancing up at me. "You are supposed to eat."

"Why?"

He raised a brow. "Why? Because a human body needs food to function properly, the food goes into our body and breaks down to various components to provide us energy--"

"That's not what I meant." I cut him off, gritting my teeth. This man knows how to annoy the hell out of me. "What I meant was why am I having dinner here? Why not in my room?"

He shrugged. "Okay, you can go back to your room, I will send the food there."

I slammed my fist on the table. "Must you be so infuriating?! Do you find it funny to irritate me? Why can't you just answer my questions normally?!"

He looked bored, leaning forward he rested his elbow on the table and intertwined his fingers and then rested his chin on top of it. "I will answer your questions normally when you ask normal and straight forward questions."

"Okay, fine! Why did you let me out of the room to eat? Why are you suddenly letting me out?"

He frowned subtly, pretending to think of an answer and then after a moment, he shrugged. "Because I wanted to."

I was already on my period, already having mood swings and then this man was seriously testing my patience so I grabbed my fork and lunged at him across the table, trying to stab him somewhere but he was quick to push back his chair and get.

He rounded the table to reach me as I was about to attack him and he caught both my wrists in his hand and made me drop the fork and then forcefully made me sit down back on the chair, holding my hands behind the chair. I thrashed in his hold as he stood behind me and then he leaned down and put his mouth next to my ear, his voice low and cold and scary. "This is a test, princess. Behave and I will let you out for meals but if you continue being a brat, I will keep you locked up there forever."

And he slowly released my hands but not before giving them a squeeze, challenging me.

My body shook with anger as he went and sat down at his seat and tears sprung to my eyes. I glared at him as the tears blurred my vision. "I hate you!"

He stared at me and I didn't care if he noticed my tears or if he even mocks me for crying cause I was done with him.

He leaned and extended his hand and then very gently, he wiped away the tear that rolled down my eye with his thumb. "Eat, princess." His voice softer than usual.

And he sat back and resumed eating without sparing me another glance. Still angry at him, I wiped away the tears with the back of my palm and started to eat trying not to think about him.

Ten minutes later when I was done eating, I finally lifted my head to look at him and found that he was done eating too as he wiped his mouth with a napkin and placed it down.

Without saying anything, I got up and started to walk back to the room cause I was not in a mood to argue to fight with him and not in a mood to escape either.

Reaching the room, I just sat down on the edge of the bed, the door closed but not locked cause he didn't follow me up here to lock the door but I didn't care.

Thinking of taking a shower before bed, I walked into the bathroom and striping out of my clothes stood under the shower letting it wash away my exhaustion.

After I was done, I wrapped a towel around me and walked out to take out some clothes but something caught my attention.

On the nightstand was a small tub of chocolate ice cream along with a spoon. Huh?

I decided to check the door and found it locked from outside. Oh.

He brought me ice cream? Why? Is it because I am on my period? But I never told him or is he trying to apologise? No way. He would never apologise.

I picked up the tub of ice cream and stared at it and involuntarily, I found my lips curling up into a small smile.

He brought me ice cream.

Chapter completion on: 14/6/22
Published on: 26/6/22