Song: Did I Mention by Mitchell Hope from the movie; Descendants

Chapter Seventy-two: Luna

>>>>Charvi's POV<<<<

My eyes fluttered open. I must have been too exhausted to stay awake. My eyes adjusted to my surroundings. I was still in this familiar, but unfamiliar place and my cheeks were tear stained. I stood up from my bed.

Wait, I can stand up. There were no chains or handcuffs tying me to my bed. And I could talk. He released me. There was a table- my table- with food on it. If he thinks I am eating what he makes me, he must be mistaken. I headed for the door. And struggled with it. It was locked. I searched my hair, but there were no hairpins. I did the next best thing. I started banging the door.

"Help!" I begged and screamed. "Somebody please help me! I've been kidnapped by a psycho! Please! Help me! Please!" I slid down on the floor and rested my back the door, tears dripping from my face. Somebody please help me. I rubbed my wrists. They had purple bruises from all the struggling I did last night with the handcuffs. Also my ankles.

He's right. No one can hear me from down here.

"I would hardly call myself a psycho."

I jumped at his voice and lifted my head from the ground. He was standing at the door of my bathroom. The moment I saw him, I attacked. I ran towards him and jumped on him. The impact was so hard he stumbled and fell on the floor. I was on top of him, punching and screaming. "Let me go you sicko! Release me and I won't say anything about it. I miss my family! I miss my friends! You can't lock me here forever! Please just release me- goddammit."

He pushed me off him in one swift motion and came to be on top of me. He trapped me down with his hands holding down my hands and his leg pinning me down on both sides. "I did not release you so you could attack me." He warned.

"What did you expect? For me to sit and eat with you?"

"You belong to me now."

"Let me go you, you-"

"Me what?"

"I'm just so angry I can't come up with anything now."

He smiled. "Well, let me ease your anger." And then he started leaning down.

I fought him off me, but it was no use. I was pinned down. "Don't you dare!"

"Dare what? Kiss you? What part of you belong to me do you not understand? The only thing I won't force you to do is sleep with me." He smirked at me. "You'll want that voluntarily."

"Over my dead body!" I spat on his face.

He gritted his teeth. "Why do you have to make things so difficult?"

"I do not want to be here. If you really say you love me, you have to let me go."

Pulling that card?

I've tried everything. I might as well try this one. I needed to get out of here. If not, I don't know what I'll do.

"I want you. So I am going to keep you."

"But I am not your pet."

"Avery look, wait should I call you Charvi? No I'll give you my own name. How about Luna? It's the name of a girl I once knew that reminded me of you."

That was what Jayden had said.

"Did you kidnap her too?" I asked just to spite him.

"No, she died."

"I'm sure she's saying good riddance wherever she is."

Sympathy my ass. I'm not feeling any sympathy. I'm only feeling sorrow and I wanted out.

He frowned and stood up from on top of me. He held a hand out to me. I looked at it, then at him and then I jumped on him again. Again, he easily overpowered me. "You can keep trying, but let me tell you this, I would win every time."

"I would never stop trying. I will never accept you."

"We'll see about that."

He reached into his back pocket and brought out handcuffs. Pink, fluffy ones. "No please not this again." I begged, but he ignored. He handcuffed my hands albeit my struggle. "At least these won't give you bruises anymore. A pretty thing like you can't have bruises." And then he lifted me up by my joined wrists. He dragged me over to the chair he had positioned at the table and sat me down. He put my joined hands behind the chair. It really hurt and involuntary tears started dropping from my eyes. "Please let me go." I begged him. "Please."

He wiped my tears. "Stop crying. I don't like it."

"Then let me go. Please."

He shook his head as he took the chair opposite me. "I went through a lot of trouble just to get you. Why would I let you go Luna?"

"Why would you kidnap me because you lost Luna and I reminded you of her?"

"I'm not sure. Luna was sweet, and although she looked a bit like you, you have this fire that she didn't have. And I want that."

I didn't reply. He kept looking at me and then dragged his chair beside mine. He reached out, but I stopped him, "Do not touch me." 

"I wasn't going to touch you. I was going to feed you."

He removed the cover on the food he had placed on the table. It was Lasagna. "Do not feed me that, aside from the fact I do not want your food, I ate this yesterday."

"I know. And now I am going to show you I am so much better than your boyfriend."

"You are going to regret this. He is going to come for me and make you regret all of this."

Jaxon chuckled. "Don't bet on it Luna."

"I do not want to be called your dead ex-girlfriend's name."

He didn't reply and I didn't say anything after that. Maybe if I didn't talk, he'd leave me alone and let me figure a way out of here. He grabbed a fork and dug it into the plate of lasagna. I slammed my mouth shut as he raised the fork to my mouth. "If I don't feed you, you are not going to eat at all."

"I rather starve." I said through gritted teeth. "Than let you think you've won."

He raised my chin and made me stare into his eyes. I didn't want to so I shut my eyes and started fighting his grip. And then he planted a swift kiss on my lips. I pushed my chair back so fast I fell on the floor with the chair. So I was on the floor still seated on the chair, because of my hands at the back, and spitting. My lips felt so dirty now. He came to stand over me with a wide grin. "Sweetie I have you. I've already won."

He started towards the door and I struggled to get off the floor, but it was hard with my hands tied behind the chair. He stopped at the door and turned around, "If you can find a way, you can eat. And there's hot water if you want to take a bath. You know wash off all the spit you just put on your body." And then he walked out.

"Please let me go!" I yelled to him as tears that never stopped falling came rushing down again, but no reply came back as he had already shut the door behind him.

That dick! How did he expect me to do any of that in this situation? I was seething with anger and fear as I struggled to get off the floor. I ended up falling to the side. I figured I couldn't get up with the chair so I struggled to get out of it. 

After a couple tries, I had finally freed myself from the chair. I got up and tried to cut the handcuffs with my teeth and although they were pink and fluffy they were sturdy. My stomach growled, but my stubbornness refused to touch the food he had dropped there. I went into the bathroom and it looked exactly as mine did. Now for the hard part. I used my hands to unzip my trousers and pull them down. I needed to pee badly. I refused to use the shower. I would be filthy and hungry, but I would not let that Jaxon dick win. I will never let him think I'm willing to accept him.

I sighed and washed my hands when I was done. Then it dawned on me. My room had a window. I dashed out of the bathroom and to my room window. With some struggle, I pulled the curtains apart. I frowned at the sight. There was no shed in the backyard. All I saw was cement. Hard cement. The window had been blocked. It was just made to look like the window from my room, but there was no outside. Just hard cement. 

Wait, if you pour water on hard cement, would it become soft? I mean, it was soft before it dried and became hard right?

I'm not too sure.

Well, it's worth a shot. I went into the bathroom and grabbed a bowl and fetched water from the sink. I rushed to the cement window and poured it on it. I did it over and over and over again to no avail. I sighed and slumped down on the floor. My wrists and ankles hurt. My throat was dry. My head was aching. I was hungry. I was dirty. And worst of all, I was trapped.

I cried over and over again. Hoping and praying that someone would come for me. That someone would find me. Because it seemed I couldn't escape by myself.

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I don't know how long I sat down there and cried, but by the time that the door opened again, I was weak. From the running back and forth, or from the crying, I wasn't sure. He walked in and locked the door after him.

"You must really think I'm stupid to think that," He gestured to the water on the floor beside me, "would actually work."

I refused to reply, I refused to get up, I refused to do anything.

He shook his head when he looked at the food I hadn't touched. "This just won't do. You are more stubborn than I gave you credit for."

Please just go away.

"At first I thought, I should just leave you here without anything and then you'd be begging for my presence, but I just couldn't stay away. I couldn't let you rot in here."

He walked over to me and crouched down in front of me. My eyes darted to the keys in his pockets. If I could just get it without these handcuffs in my way.

"Don't even think about it. There are guards everywhere. And there is more than one door between you and the final exit. If you step out this door, you won't make it out alive. And we both know I can't have a dead wife."

Wife? Are you insane?

"Don't look so confused. I will put a ring on your finger. When the time is ready."

I tried to block out what he was saying and rest my head down. Keeping it so high was starting to hurt anyway.

He wouldn't let me, seeing as he grabbed my chin and pulled it back up. That is when I had to speak up. "If you kiss me again, I would bite you."

He smirked and shrugged, "I don't mind."

My face scrunched up. "You disgust me!"

"Seeing as you aren't attacking me anymore, I guess we are making progress."

It is only because I am weak and tired, and you will still win. If you like, let your guard down, I will surprise you.

"Which is good because I came here to talk to you." He walked into the bathroom and retrieved a mop. I didn't have that in my bathroom back home and I didn't even notice it here. He brought the mop and started mopping the water I poured on the floor.

"I don't know why you can't see that it is not my intention to make you sad. I want to be the one that makes you happy not that boy. He made you sad. He broke your heart. Why don't you want to open your eyes and see that he does not love you as much as I do?"

I tried to block out what he was saying. He went into the bathroom to drop the mop. When he returned, he walked up to me and sat in front of me. "Let's talk."

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