So sorry it has taken so long to submit. Hope you enjoy. Peace.
*****
I wasn't conscience when Barron had carried me to... to this other unknown place. I was relieved to wake up on a soft, oversized bed this time. With fluffy, thick and fresh smelling linen's and a duvet. Like night and day from the last time I woke up in an unfamiliar place.
Another thing I noticed in comparison was the absence of fear. It should still be there, but it wasn't. It was like I had split in half- one side becoming more accustomed to Barron and his world I had been thrown into. And the other rebelling and fighting with everything it had, like a scared animal.
This room was more visible with actual lights. Like light lights and not a pitiful nightlight. The décor, if you'd call it that, was sparse but the room was clean and far from cluttered. It felt more homey and inviting compared to the creeper lair I was imprisoned in before.
I groaned silently to myself for the former adjectives I'd just used to describe the room. This may be a Hilton hotel prison, but it was still prison. I slowly lifted from the bed and gasped as I grabbed for the sheets that fell off my body, my naked body. I didn't have but a t-shirt to cover me before, but at least I had a t-shirt.
He had removed it.
"Where is he?" I thought silently to myself as I scanned the room. It wasn't until I had turned my head completely to the left to investigate the darker corner of the room, to look for Barron, that I realized why I was naked. A portion of my still damp, and heavenly smelling hair fell over my shoulder. "He gave me a bath?" I said out loud.
The question was rhetorical. However, I really had no idea how anyone could go through an entire bath, asleep ,and not wake up. I shivered as I thought what that may have looked like.
Just then, out of my peripheral, a silhouette appeared emerging from, what my best guess would be, a bathroom.
"It was a bit awkward, but you're not heavy and it wasn't difficult. Actually, maybe a little with the hair and trying not to drown you," He said.
I turned my head to look at him and turned it back quickly. It should be a sin to be this attractive, to be this perfect and be a sexual predator. At that I giggled. By no means was the actual word and it's meaning funny. However, the pun I just made was fucking ridiculous. And hilarious. Sexual. "Predator".
Not to mention he was in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs; that left very, very little to the imagination. I had seen all of him earlier but not this well. He looked like a G.I. Joe meshed with a Greek god. He was rough and riddled with scars but also unimaginably handsome. Like something as perfect as him couldn't possible exist in the real world. I suppose, in a way, he didn't.
A deep grumbling laugh came from where he stood and fallowed as he moved closer to the bed. "Your sense of humor is as fucked as this relationship," He humphed. He was right and there really wasn't a point in arguing, he could read me like an open book, literally. So I took the low road, and mumbled in my best deep-voiced impression of Barron, and sarcastically mimicked him. And when he didn't answer I turned my head slightly to catch any movement from him that I could.
He bent over at the waist and supported his upper body with his hands that he placed, outstretched, on the bed. He had that "squared shoulder" thing going on and, even though it was a bit intimidating, I honestly think he did it absent mindedly. As if wherever he went he demanded submission... which was probably so.
"How dare you mock me," He said with a rumble.
For a moment, I thought he was serious and shot my eyes towards him to only see that goddamned grin again.
"You. You are a flaming idiot," I said while squinting my eyes... if looks could kill.
His grin only widened, actually showing teeth this time, as he moved the rest of his body on the bed, and stayed crouched like a hunting lion who had spotted his prey.
"That's no way to talk to the future father of your children," He said cynically.
"Stay. The fuck. Away. From me," I spat.
"I'll stay right here, and wait till my prey is ready. Just a matter of minutes now. I can smell it on you," He said.
I could see his nostrils flare and his eyes change, from the steely gray to burning embers. I struggled hard to fight back the tears that wanted so desperately to be released. I knew exactly what he meant.
"You soulless fucking monster!" I screamed at him and lashed out but, of course, he dodged it.
I scurried to the farthest part of the bed, away from him.
"Why are you doing this?! I'm never going to stop fighting you! Find someone else to use!" I screamed again.
His face turned soft; it was so strange. It seemed like he was at war with himself all the time, especially when I inadvertently asked for mercy.
"I'm riding the storm out, love. You'll come back," He said and tilted his head, looking at me more deeply like he was trying to tap into this other side he was referring to. He seemed to be almost saddened, like he was... missing someone.
"I am, and there is no "other side". Just the you you refuse to free, the one you refuse to acknowledge. It-she is you, always has been." He moved a little closer, not quite as "squared away" like before. He may have been trying to seem more inviting, however, I didn't buy it and swung at him again.
