Lili-Rose laid in bed, her body felt like it was starting to slow down; it was begging for her, hunger pains ran heavy throughout her body as she stared up at the ceiling. She needed food, she needed something, she was struggling to keep herself from eating. She feared the food he served while knowing her body could give out if she starved herself any further.

She forced her body out of bed, dragging herself to the bathroom, closing the door.

Five days. Five painful days. Five days of being awake. Five days of struggling to hold her voice back. Five days of struggling to stay quiet. Five days. Five long days.

Lili-Rose opened the bathroom door to see The British Gentleman standing waiting for her, she held back her reaction.

"Would you like some fresh fruit?" He sounded calm, The British Gentleman realized there was no point waiting for Lili-Rose to speak "I've picked some fruit, you can help me put it into containers."

Lili-Rose seemed suspicious.

"Lili-Rose." He reached his hand towards her face; she pushed his hand away. "Nothing? Such a shame."

Lili-Rose looked at him with hatred in her eyes.

"Follow me."

She had no other choice, but she follow him down to the kitchen.

The British Gentleman had lied; she wasn't surprised. The fruit wasn't freshly picked, it was picked from the supermarket. The fruit sat in their plastic containers with empty clear containers sitting on the bench.

Lili-Rose smiled slightly at the sight of the fruit.

"I love when you smile."

Her gaze stayed on the fruit; she felt like she was back at home as she stepped up to the kitchen bench.

The British Gentleman didn't move from the entrance of the kitchen as he watched Lili-Rose.

She felt like this was the first time he was allowing her to do something for herself, even if it was something as simple as sorting the fruit.

Lili-Rose grabbed the packet of strawberries, she began to turn on the kitchen taps. She ran the container of strawberries under the water, giving them a rinse, before placing the strawberries into the clear container.

She felt like she was at home; Lili-Rose wasn't a breakfast person, she didn't do toast, cereal or barely had time to heat a meal or a make a smoothie, she always had time to grab a few pieces of fruit before starting her day.

Lili-Rose felt The British Gentleman move his arms around her waist, feel his head lean against her shoulder. He felt every little movement of her's; he liked it.

He knew she wouldn't say a thing about it, though he was surprised she hadn't pushed him away.

She moved onto the blueberries, washing them under the running tap water before adding to the same container as the strawberries.

The British Gentleman watched her, watched the way she took care with the fruit. Moments like these he lived her; he hadn't seen this side of her before, at least not up close and personal.

Lili-Rose didn't miss a beat as she moved onto the grapes, repeating her actions; washing them under the running taps, plucking the grapes of their stems and adding them to the container filled with strawberries and blueberries.

She moved onto the last packet of strawberries and washing them, as Lili-Rose turned off the taps, she brought a strawberry to The British Gentleman's lips. He took a bite; something had happened. He knew it, as he kissed her cheek as she bite into the strawberry, she had just offered him.

That's what he wanted. He didn't hold her hostage as a trap; he did it because he loved her and wanted her to love him.

Lili-Rose placed the rest of the strawberries in the container. She lifted up the container full of fruit. The British Gentleman kept a hold of her as she moved to the fridge. He mimicked her movements before letting go of her as she placed the container in the fridge, he closed the fridge door before she had a chance to.

The British Gentleman pressed her against the fridge, pressed his lips against hers. She didn't push him away; she let him kiss her. She let him run his hands on her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

They let the moment take over.

The British Gentleman picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

Lili-Rose let The British Gentleman become her lover; she wasn't sure why, but she was letting him.

Letting him undress her; letting him see her naked. Letting him touch her body in a way she hadn't experienced in a while.

They lost track of time as their passion took over.

They laid back on the bed; Lili-Rose turned her head to him; he brushed her hair out of her face.

He was waiting. Waiting to hear her voice as she considered his eyes. He wanted to hear those three words; it'd make the day, better than anything he could imagine.

Lili-Rose laid her head on his chest, he adjusted the blanket over their bodies before wrapping his arms around her.

The British Gentleman loved her; he loved her since the day she left him broken heated. She had stopped running, which had given him a chance to catch her. He was on cloud nine when he had her back in his life.

Lili-Rose listened to his heartbeat.

He wanted her to say something; anything, but she didn't.

"Lili-Rose, speak. Please I want to hear your voice." The British Gentleman pleaded.

Lili-Rose wondered how much longer she could avoid speaking. What would happen if she didn't say a word while she was being held hostage? Did he feel like he had the power now? Lili-Rose felt like she was one step ahead, let him believe he had her than break his heart just like he had broken hers.

She had spent many years running from him; trying to find her freedom, but she had slipped up. Lili-Rose slipped by wanting a life rather than living in fear. She stopped running to allow herself to try and enjoy the freedom she thought she had since left him.

"Please, Lili-Rose."

She could hear it in his voice. He only wanted one thing: three words. She could be cruel by saying the worst thing imaginable to him. Three words.

Three words.

She was going to toy with him. Make him believe. Hear him beg and hear him plead. It'd be perfect.

"For me."

She pressed her index finger to his lips, hoping he'd get the hint to stop asking.