I was pushed into a small janitors closet. My back hit the floor and I groaned at the impact it caused in my head.

Pain. That was all I could feel. Pain from the beatings I had to endure because of my tardiness in making breakfast. Pain from all the crude words thrown at my face.

"I told you to obey me." I heard her-my bully's authoritative voice tell me. My eyes prickled with tears. Pain. So much pain. I just wanted  for the pain to stop. To be numb. To never feel again. But it was so hard not to feel. To block out everything which was happening in my life. It was so difficult to stop feeling.

My eyes lifted up looking at her straight in eyes. My eyes begged for her to put an end to this  endless torture, nevertheless, she continues with the all too familiar cruel face "If I tell you to do something you do it anyhow. Now suffer the consequence bitch " with that said she banged the door shut leaving me in the alone in the darkness.

I woke up in a brightly lit room. I was almost grateful for it. I hated the darkness.

My throat felt dry and my head throbbed but all in all, I felt good there was no sign of assault on my body. I sat up and looked around the room.
The room wasn't cramped like I expected it to be..it was decent sized and clean. It had only a bed in a middle and a closet at a corner and an attached bathroom. The room didn't have any window, the bulbs on the ceiling were the only source of light.

I started rummaging for anything which could be useful. A weapon perhaps. The closet contained some clothes and nothing else. The attached bathroom was plain just like the room and the cabinet above the sink contained only skincare items. No razor, nothing.

I gave up my exploring and laid down back on the bed.

You are mine

My eyes brimmed with tears.

I am only Christophers. Only his. My captor...Ezra was delusional to think I was his. I will never be his. I didn't know what grudge he held against Christopher but whatever it was he was fulfilling his revenge by taking me.

I would be leaving from here as soon as I would be released from this room I will take my son and leave the hell out of here at the first chance I get.

It wouldn't be easy. It never is easy but I will try and try. I refuse to live my life here as 'Ezra's property.' I will never let that happen.

My thoughts shifted to Christopher. He must be worried sick about me. He must have contacted police by now. I am sure he will come soon to my rescue and it would be just like old time. Me him and Charlie. No psychopaths. No games.

I wanted to watch the news, to see my beloveds face. To hear my child's sweet talk. To see them play together. Act silly with me when I am mad.

I want to escape this prison as fast as I can.

I tried to open the bedroom door but it wouldn't even budge. I screamed for someone to let me out but there was no reaction.

Soon I heard shuffling outside the door and a click of the door getting unlocked. My steps retreated in fear. the bedroom door opened and in came a blonde girl with striking blue eyes. She was really pretty, her pale skin was flawless.

Her pink-tinted lips curled when she caught me staring. "Hi," the mysterious blond head said and stepped in the room not before closing the door behind "I got you some food. The best thing in life" just then I noticed a tray in her hand. She extended the tray towards me indicating for me to take.

I firmly stood at my place, my eyes never left her as she sighed and kept the tray full of food on the bed.

'She didn't lock the door' I realised. I backed away towards the door as discreetly as possible when she was opening the lid of the casserole.

I turned around and took a hold of the knob. I was pulling the door open when a hand on the door pushed it closed. "I am sorry but you are not allowed to go outside the room yet," she said locking the door and shoving the key inside her jeans back pocket. She took a hold of my hand and jerked me towards where the tray was placed "besides you need to eat for a successful escape. Trust me you really need the energy to fight all the men outside your room" the girl grinned, leaving my hands and signalling me to eat.

Men? How many are there in this house? Does that mean she will help me escape this place? I had so many questions. So many unanswered questions.

"Judging by your facial expression I assume that you have some questions but first you need to sit down and eat and then we will talk"

I did what she said and she smiled when she saw the plate clean. She sat down beside me "now for your questions"

"Who are you? Will you help me escape" I asked in haste and she chuckled.

"I am Sabrina, Rachel and about the second question I am afraid...I cannot," she said sweetly.

"Please just help me. I-I have done nothing wrong." My voice cracked. "Please help me and my son. Please" I begged.

"I can't," she said sympathetically "you will love being here trust me" she promised.

I gave her an incredulous look. "I want to go back to my Home"

"I am sorry but I can't help you, now if you have any other questions.." She trailed off.

"I want to meet my son...Charlie"

She gave me a sympathetic look. She muttered a quick sorry and hurried off from my room with the tray.

I inhaled trying to calm myself down. I tapped my feet on the carpeted ground. I held my face in my hands as tears leaked out of my eyes involuntarily.

I will escape from here. Christopher will save me, if not then I will search a way out of here. I will be gone from here soon, I will be in Christopher's arms soon.

This was my mantra, my affirmation for all days i had spent in this hell hole.

I didn't know how much time went by in this room but I knew stayed here long enough. Long enough for me to start hating everything in this room. I spent my days mostly staring at the beige wall or soaking in the bathtub or crying in the corner of the room.

I missed Christopher, I missed Charlie. My mind constantly played the memories of us together.

Sometimes the memories of my bully and adopters would invade my mind as if their memories weren't enough I started getting nightmares involving them and my suffering increased. I usually woke up in the middle of the night and laid awake on the bed, the only voice I could hear was of my wails.

There wasn't a single hour, I haven't shed tears. It felt like I have stayed here for eternity.

You will love being here trust me

She lied. The liar entered this room twice a day with my lunch and dinner. She tried to talk to me but I didn't reply. As much as I yearned for human contact, I still didn't communicate with her.

Today was nothing exceptional. Sabrina arrived in my room with the tray and locked the room with the key. She placed the tray on the bed in front of me. I sat on the bed motionless with no intentions of eating anything.

"Why aren't you eating?" I had a sudden impulse to defy everything she wanted. Considering the count of her visits, I was trapped in this God damn room for maybe four days. I have had it enough.

"I will not eat until and unless you let me out of here" Once I would be released from here I could search for Charlie and leave at the first opportunity I get.

"It's not in my hands, Rachel" I ignored her and started into the wall. I could feel her burning gaze on my neck "come on Rachel eat. Don't starve yourself." I paid her no attention and continued drilling holes in that stupid wall in front of me.

Suddenly a question came up in my mind. I looked at Sabrina "Have you been feeding my son too? Did he eat anything today?"

She huffed "Rachel you don't need to worry about him."

I looked at her in annoyance "He is my son! Obviously, I will worry about him. How many days I have been here for like..."

"Four days"

"Four days. I haven't seen my son for four freaking days." My shoulders slumped, my whole body shook as a sob escaped my lips.

"Please eat Rachel" she insisted.

"No I will not eat," I said sternly. She sighed in defeat and went out of the room.

Ezra pov

It was the most delightful feeling I have ever felt when I pulled the trigger and when the bullet hit right at the target, between the eyes of my beloved father. His gey matter and blood splattered against the wall. It was the most glorious moment, the moment I never want to forget. I relished the memories, I recalled the rush of adrenaline, the thrill it brought to me, the gloom it caused to others. I enjoyed every second of it, not regretting it even for a millisecond.

I laughed when the look of disbelief, shock and anger of my father came back to me. I always hated when he was angry, he would turn so red that even devil himself would feel ashamed. More specifically I hated his anger because he would take it out on me.

Fucking asshole.

Didn't deserve to live anyways. I thought and swirled the glass of whiskey in my hand. The ice clattering against the glass.

He didn't deserve a quick death too. I thought but I just couldn't stop myself from pulling the trigger, his every breath on this earth made me feel suffocating.

I took a sip from the whiskey. A wave of memories rushed into my mind, rage pumped into my system. My hands gripped the glass tightly, with a force that made my knuckles white. In a fit of sheer anger, I threw the glass across the room, the liquid spilt on the ground, the glass shattered when it met the ground, the tiny pieces of glass reminded me of who I was. The naive little boy I was.

You are weak He used to say. I laughed bitterly, balled my fingers into a tight fist as m jaw clenched. The face he made when he was on my gunpoint came back to me. His skin was so pale that you would mistake him for a ghost. He could have almost pissed his pants at that moment.

"Now call me weak you fucking bastard!" I shouted into the air. The burning anger and hatred for him made me want to overturn all the furniture but I controlled my impulses.

I calmed myself down by thinking about something else. My thoughts were then invaded by that girl.

I looked outside the window to the city I owned. It has been four days since I have seen her face. She is the epitome of beauty. Her fiery red wavy hair, forest green doe-like eyes, pink pouty lips, milky white freckled skin was relaxing for a minute as I imagined it but then her obnoxious cries ringed in my ears. I couldn't stand her pitiful sobs in the car, I had to silence her and what was better than to drug her?

I loathed how she cried. I hated it when she said 'Christopher will save me'. I hated how naive she was. I hated their son. His blood. His child. His wife. But now she was no more his and I would make sure of it. She is mine. I own her and one day she will accept it and forget Christopher.

I heard a click sound behind me of someone opening my office door.

"You made a mess!" I heard Sabrina-my sis exclaimed. "Again," she said and sighed and I ignored her. "Were you thinking about him again?" She asked, fully aware of the answer. Nobody can make me this angry except for my father. He just brings the worst in me. "Why? Why do you keep thinking about him? He is dead. Gone. Just forget-"

"I can never" I turned around and looked at the blonde beauty "never forget him. I can never forget what he did to me, my mom and my little sister." Sabrina wasn't my blood but I still considered her as one. I loved her. I loved her spirit it reminded me of my sister. "If you are here to talk about him Sabrina you may as well leave. As you can see I am not in a really good mood. I don't want to kill you and regret later"

"You would never kill me," she said with a playful smile.

"What makes you so sure?" I asked, perching myself on my leather chair.

"I know you. If there is anyone in this house that you wouldn't kill...that would be me, Vincent and unfortunately that dick Dominic"

"Don't you think you are forgetting someone?"

"Who could that be?" She implored curiously and sat across from me, the mahogany desk between us.

"Rachel"

A frown replaced her usually smiling face "actually I came here to talk about her"

"What about her? Isn't she settling well?" I asked in a monotone while playing with my pen feigning disinterest.

She narrowed her eyes at me "I don't think anyone would in four days span" she said and I shrugged.

"Does she still cry her eyes out?" For him. Suddenly I started feeling annoyance towards her.

"Yes..and she is not even eating"

"What?" My eyebrows furrowed and forehead creased "Why isn't she eating?"

"she said she wouldn't eat until she was let out of the room."

"And what did you say"

"I told her it was not in my hands. She hasn't eaten anything today" she said and nodded in understatement.

"Being confined in a room is not at all helping her. You need to let her out Ezra. You are achieving nothing out of this." I thought she would have no tears left to cry until I meet her.

She wouldn't stop crying over him. Typical her. Weak.

Sabrina got up from her seat when she didn't get any reaction from me and made her departure "It's your decision to take. You are the boss and I know for a fact that my boss isn't foolish. Cruel? Yes. But not foolish" Sabrina knew I was cruel enough to let Rachel starve herself but as she said I was not stupid. I knew she wouldn't do anything reckless, after all, she has a child to protect. She would go without food max to max three to four days but I wouldn't let her when I can let her out. She would cry for Christopher no matter what, the only way to put an end to it would be to give her something else to cry for.

She was about to close my office door when my voice halted her to take any step further. "Be a darling Sabrina and send in the maid, Vincent and Dominic"

"Alright," she said and closed the door behind her.

It's time to play my favourite game with my favourite player.

My little mouse.

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