The force that left me transfixed to my spot lifted, and I instantly grabbed on to the door handle rattling it, but as you've guessed, it was sealed shut. I sucked in a breath then rest my head against the door while shutting my eyes and completely giving up.
Me along with Ares in a closed room, this sounded like chaos to me. Dubiously, I turned my body to face him still sitting at the table with the folder in his palm looking smug and lethal as always. He still wasn't even looking at me!. And I didn't even know what to think.
"Open this door-"
"Did I say you could leave?" He asked in a monotone voice while cutting me off, rudely, without looking at me.
As he spoke in his deep caramelized voice, I felt a zip of electricity running from my toes straight to my head. I felt my knees getting weak and I was quite amazed at the fact that his voice could make me feel this way. How can the Fates be this cruel.
"You said I couldn't run away, you didn't say I couldn't explore and besides, I refuse to stay cooped up in that house any longer" I stated quite annoyed and pissed but without actually showing it.
Lucky for me, I didn't see any signs of anger or aggravation radiating off of him. His demeanor was oddly calm and careless and it was very alarming.
"Are you even listening to me?" I asked exasperated. "I said-"
"Are you done?" He asked while giving me a dangerously sharp look as if I was about to through a long continuous amount of tantrums.
"Because the last time I checked, I didn't leave you any option to refuse" he bit out while saying the last two words in deeper voice.
I bit the inside of my cheeks, every moment that passed with being in here was grating against my nerve and I was getting frustrated.
"Well you're going to have to tie me to a chair and leave me in a closed room because I'm not going to stay there as if I'm some caged animal" I retorted while folding my arms and giving him a pointed stare.
The thing about being a slave was that we were always out and about, it was what we were used to and him saying I couldn't leave was basically torture but without the actual knives and physical pain.
"I think you fail to remember what kind of man I am and what I'm capable of" he said in a perilously low tone. "You might just get what you're asking for"
His voice held so much promise, and for a moment I was starting to regret what I had just said. I realize that even when he spoke he couldn't even look at me, he pretended as if the the folder was the most important thing in the room and I was starting to feel some type of way.
In a moment of sheer vanity, I stomped towards the desk he was sitting around and grabbed the folder from his hands and through it across the room. But even when I did that he still didn't spare me the time of day.
"What's your problem, would it kill you to be a little bit nicer to me?" I spat, yet my voice came out more softly than I wanted it to.
Silence
I was standing beside him, and even sitting, he was a little taller than me. Our close proximity had my skin heating up more than usual and I had a feeling that if he just touched me, my skin would explode.
"Oh well maybe I should just go out there and tell everyone that you're keeping me against my will, you're own mate, I guess only then you will be willing to talk" My actions were rather impulsive, but I was merely driven by emotion rather than critical thinking.
I was about to turn and walk away when in breakneck speed I felt his big hand fastened around my right arm and his body glued me against the table.
I heard the chair he was sitting on toppled over on the tiled floor and I was quite surprised he flew up so quickly even before the chair could touch the ground.
He was looming over me with his huge frame and fear and excitement knotted into a tight ball in the pit of my stomach.
"You know..." his voice now held a murderous tone. "For a girl that has claws directed at her throat, you really have a lot to say" he purred menacingly
I wasn't even aware of his hand around my throat until I felt the sharp edges of his claws pressed warningly at the sides of my neck and it didn't help to know that his leg was inching dangerously close between mine.
"What, are you at loss for words?" He asked in a teasingly condescending manner. "I thought you were about to say something, so say it" he went on.
I felt my confidence slowly slipping away from me at his now shrewd behavior. What can I say? It was like we were playing tug of war-of words and when I thought I had the upper hand he swiftly turn tables to his advantage, and making me look like a fool.
"I...you-"
"Ahh, shhhh" he shushed while placing his right index finger on my lips. "You said what you had to say, now its my turn" he silenced in a raspy way. Sparks ignited at everywhere he touched and I would be damned if I said it didn't feel good. Curse this bond thingy.
"So you said you were gonna run your mouth huh. Well you can go, tell them everything and lets see if they'll believe anything you said" I was caught off guard by his harsh statement, and I was left with mixed feelings because I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not.
"Do you think you'll be the first to say you're my mate, obviously you don't realize my reputation proceeds me and people of all over have claim they feel a 'special bond' towards me" his voice was like an empty baritone that was looping around my neck, locking of the air towards my brain.
"And on a second note, I can see that you act without thinking, but I can understand, you are a human after all, which leads me to this..." he trailed off for a split second.
"Not because the waters look shallow means you should go jumping in, without having an intimate knowledge of the reefs beforehand, because you might just end up drowning" he finished off and I was starting to sense some peculiar depth in his words.
"You still didn't answer my question" I pointed out completely ignoring what he said while staring him dead in his eyes and he did just the same. His brown eyes were taunting and tempting curtained by black thick lashes.
To say they were breathtaking would be an understatement, but even so, as I gazed upon them, I realized that the most beautiful eyes could hold secrets deeper and darker than the mysterious sea.
He slowly began to inch his face closer to mine until our nose were brushing against each other. I turned my head slightly away from him, because he was getting too close for comfort, but I wished I didn't when I glimpsed him staring at my exposed neck with a distant look in his eyes.
And when I thought he wasn't going to say anything he finally spoke up.
"I don't have to answer to you, so know your limits". Frustration was slowly eating away at me, if he couldn't give me a small detail as to why he was always cold towards me then it didn't make any sense to even expect any form of reasoning from him or even still be here.
I began to move away from him, because it was obvious this conversation was pointless. I pushed at his muscular chest but he didn't even budge, the man was literally hardcore lead standing flush against me.
I was fighting my way from him but in one swoop he gathered both my hands in one of his and pulled me from leaning against the table and now against him.
"Don't move "he frowned. But I didn't stop there. I tried to wring my way out of his grasp and when I felt a lone claw press warningly at my throat I ceased my breath and movements.
I felt tears stinging the back of my eyes but I refused to cry. And it wasn't the type of cry where I was hurt or heartbroken. I wanted to cry because I was angry and frustrated and no one was giving me the slightest detail as to what was happening around me.
"I was kidnapped, attacked and almost got raped, and you think I don't deserve some closure?" I said waspishly.
I felt when his body went rigid and tense, his hand that was holding my arm began to slowly loosen its grip until he was no longer holding me. He began to take slow steps back away from me until there was a gap between us. His back was now facing me and I watched as he placed both of his hands in his pockets.
" Trust me, that was not intentional" I narrowed my eyes at him waiting for him to apologize but it never came.
But why did I even expect him to apologize in the first place.
"Three days...Monday's, Wednesday's and Saturday's are the days you are allowed to leave, and if I see you in the pack any other day just think of the unimaginable" he instructed while walking away.
My anger was starting to flare, how dare he.
"You're sick!" I exclaimed enrage. He was so complicated.
"I'm not sick, I'm twisted. Sick makes it look like there is a cure" he answered patronizingly. I saw when the corner of his mouth turned up but it was neither in a smile nor smirk.
"Well curse you" I said bitterly.
He was almost out the door but in the last moment of our terrible acrimonious disaster I heard him say.
"I already am..."