Chapter 15: DANGEROUS FEELINGS

She heard the door creak open making her heartbeats speed up, she knew he was coming for her. Ever since she changed her mind and refused to betray Zain, they had been holding her captive.

"Have you made up your mind?" the manly voice resounded in the empty room.

She didn't want to betray Zain by saying yes and she also didn't want to upset her captor by saying no, so she kept mute. Her brain kept telling her to agree but her heart told her not to.

Her hands were chained up while her legs weakly laid freely on the cold cemented ground as she had no strength to stand on her feet. She had been starved for three days and was continuously tortured with whips, sticks, and rods.

She had heard her torturers talking about their boss's visit. They had said something like he was interested in her and was coming to claim her.

She understood what they meant by claiming her; he was going to assault her, and this was what she tried to avoid from the beginning. She was okay with being beaten but not the latter.

"Did you not hear me or do you just want me to repeat myself?" the approaching voice made her filled with dread.

"I-I'm sorry, I-I can't just do it" she finally said.

She heard footsteps coming toward her making her weak legs shiver. She couldn't see, speak well or move in defense. She couldn't even protect herself, she was like a helpless punching bag.

Suddenly she felt a light touch graze her earlobes to her cheek and down to her collarbone making her body shiver in disgust. She could notice the clear difference between his touch and Zain's touch.

She tilted her head to close up the space between her neck and her shoulder. She hated the feeling that came from his touch. She felt an aura right at her, a threatening one as he came closer to her. She felt a strange hand wrap her tied-up wrist as his body closed up the space between them.

She managed to shake him off her but still, the stranger was persistent.

"Please let me go!" she cried helplessly.

"How do you expect me to if you don't want to help me out with this little task?" he asked in a mischievous tone.

She suddenly felt a strong grip on her waist. He wrapped his arms around her waist making his body cling to hers. She hated everything that was happening but didn't even have the strength to struggle.

"Won't you struggle?" his voice said through a smirk.

All she did was sob silently, she didn't even have water or food so there was no water to let out as tears.

She felt cold lips on her collarbone, this alarmed her; it was so close to her restricted area. She pleaded and begged him to stop but it all fell on deaf ears.

To her relief, she heard the door swing open and there was the voice of another man.

"Boss, we have a crisis," the strange voice said.

She felt the grip on her waist loosen as his face turned to the direction of the door.

"I'll be there in a minute," he said.

"Sugar pie, I guess, we'll have to continue this later," the man said slyly as his fingers grazed her flaky lips.

Soon she heard his footsteps move towards the open door followed by the jamming of the door. She broke down into tearless cries, still not sure if she could take this assault; it was unbearable.

Kaima sat on the window seat, her knees pulled up to her chest with her arms wrapping around it, her face was buried in between the space made by it. She was in a luxurious room that was glowing with the bright light of the room, reminiscing on her experiences at the hands of her captors. The bright beam of silver light coming from the full moon shone on her depressed figure.

She snapped out of her thoughts once she heard the door gently jam shut. She raised her lowered head to see the person who had just come in; it was Zain. He stood there with his eyes staring at her with so much care.

The never-ending gaze from Zain made her notice the stream of tears that ran down her chin. She wiped off her tears in a way to avoid it from being obvious that she was crying.

"Are you crying again?" he asked in a worry-filled voice.

Kaima couldn't say anything, after all this wasn't the first time he caught her crying. She had not eaten anything after the first day in the mansion. She was obviously starving for two days now.

All she did was sleep and sit on the window seat thinking. Zain was starting to get worried about his new wife. It had been three days since she moved into the Mansion but yet she didn't leave the room once.

The once feisty and sharp-mouthed Kaima was now a depressed sad girl dying in silence and refusing to state her fears.

He walked up to her and sat by her side slowly still observing her malnourished and unhealthy-looking face. This was not what he wanted when he gave a marriage proposal.

At one point, he didn't want to let her stay in a private room as a result of fear.

He placed his palm on her head and then patted it gently still looking straight at her face which was trying to avoid his gaze.

"Kaima," he said. "You can tell me what is wrong"

Kaima still looked away from his expecting gaze and nodded a no.

"Nothing's wrong," she said in a weak voice almost a whisper. "I'm just trying to get familiar with my new environment"

Zain knew she was lying and gave a warning look to her but was surprised that it didn't even affect her. She was still glum and gloomy.

Kaima couldn't just let go of the scene where she was almost close to being touched by the so-called boss of the X demines. He sounded so psychopathic and heartless like a demon that could never leave her.

He had placed a weird X mark on her back very close to her left shoulder and warned her to keep it hidden from everyone in the blue bloods mansion, including Zain.

"Well…I won't force you but whenever you feel free to share it with me, I'm available." He said before heading for the door and shutting it after him.

His departure made her feel like she had let go of another chance to liberate herself from this mess. The suicidal feelings she had recovered from were starting to return little by little.

"Well done sugar pie" she heard the same voice that always made her quiver in fear.

She adjusted the earpiece that was given to her by the X denim to spy on the bluebloods. She was basically the rat in the blue bloods.

A week from now she was supposed to get a permanent tattoo signifying the identification of the blue blood. She was supposed to get it in the same spot the mark had been placed.