C15 The trip

Author P. O. V.

TWO DAYS LATER*

Today Lucas is going to take Amara out on their first trip after their marriage. He knew that she had been depressed and suffocated living here since the day he brought her in his house.

and after what he told her a week ago, he knew that he had to do something about it, and as he was aware of the words that he had said to her, he regretted saying them and knew that how much those words must have effected her, but because his ego was his main priority. He remained silent.

whereas, Amara who's brain had stopped working thinking that what her life choices have got her into. The amount of events that have happened since she came here made her think of her life from another angle. nothing was making any sense. She wanted to know everything but knew that it wouldn't be easy and the person who could tell her was non other than her own husband Lucas Michaelson.

It would be like putting her own hand in lions mouth, but she was determined to know.

The only thing she needed now was the right time, The living time bomb with whom she was living, she knew that she couldn't get anything out of him that easily.

​Right now they were sitting in his BMW going to his private airport from where they will get on his private jet.

Her palms started to sweat thinking that what if he broke his promise that he will let get her go anywhere and wouldn't keep her in bed day and night, A lump formed on her throat thinking of this possibility.

From the corner of her eyes she saw him gawking at her with his intimidating gaze.

As if he sensed her. " Don't worry butterfly, you would be set free once we get there." he said putting his large hand on her small sweaty one.

"what are you talking about? w..who is worried? and don't forget your promise." she said glaring at him than at his hand when she felt his grip tighten on it.

"Oh, so you think that I'm not the man of my words. Then let me tell you I'll let you roam anywhere you want when we reach there. But did you forget what I told you other than this? or should I remind you. Actually I don't mind saying it out loud." he said making an innocent face challenging her indirectly, because he new that there were driver and a guard sitting in their front.

Hearing him her inside started boiling with pure rage. she really wanted to dislocate his narcissistic blabbering mouth.

Even he felt her eye spewing fire and was amused seeing her puffy cheeks and pouted lips in anger. He realized that even in her anger she looked cute. trying to hide his smile he wanted to tease her. So he put her hand, the one he was holding on his lap, earning a gasp from her, and the next second she bit him on his shoulder.

He hissed and left her hand, instantly she snatched her hand and crossed it in front of her chest securing it with the other arm. Ignoring his intense gaze she turned her face towards the window looking at the bustling view outside.

After half an hour they reached at his airport and she saw a jet with his surname written on it with gold letter's.

As they went inside she took a seat still keeping her cold war and he sat cross from her with a smirk.

She knew that he was staring at her, so she picked up an eye mask from her hand bag and put it on. finding a comfortable position on her seat she instantly went in a deep slumber.

whereas, he stared at her childish tactics with amusement then chose to continue the work on his laptop.

By the time she woke up it was 6:32 in the evening. It is now that it struck her that they were not in the jet but somewhere else and now she was in a dark room with a king size bed where she was lying at the moment. The gaps between the curtains on the window were the only source of light.

In an instant a thought crossed her mind. Her heart skipped a beat. Hurriedly she pulled the blanket cover in her body to see if she was naked or not. But was astound to see her clothes still intact to her. A long sigh left her mouth.

Just then a woman in her mid thirties came in saying" ma'am, Sir Lucas is waiting for you in the living room." And gave her a tray with two sandwiches and a glass of orange juice.

"Can you tell me where is this place?"

"Ma'am this is Sir Lucas's private island and you are in his farmhouse."

"Oh." she nodded after processing what she said. But now is that realization hit her with a rock that, that's why he gave her his freaking permission to roam around, because this whole place was also his f**king property.

Even if she got out of this farmhouse, she won't be able to escape him.

Without thinking anything she got out of the bed and marched out of the door. Going downstairs she saw him at a glance sitting on the couch with his back facing her.

She walked in front of him and saw him typing something on his tab. Snatching his tab away she kept it on the table getting his attention.

With knitted eyebrows he asked."you..." To be cut off by her.

Amara P. O. V.

I was fuming with anger. I never had any anger issues but after interacting with this man every cell in my body burns with rage.

"No, you tell me. Why did you do this? Wasn't that cage enough that you thought of changing the location and brought me in another one." I said clutching the side on my dress in tight fist.

"Oh so my butterfly wants to fly, tsk tsk tsk. But did you forget that now you are owned by me and the pets don't have the audacity to bark on their owners?" He said with his dangerous voice while standing from his couch he took predatory steps towards me, scaring the shit out of me. while I started to retreat backwards.

I held my breath, while gulping hard. I fought with all the courage in me to look straight into his eyes.

"Lucas I'm telling you, you can't own me. I deserve to live like a normal hu..human being. The more you will suppress my freedom the more I'd find ways to get away from you." I said trying hard to reason with him but guess what I woke the raging bull who have seen a red cloth.

In two to three steps he was in front me grabbing my jaw in his tight grip I felt like my jaw muscle's will dislocate with his rashly rough hand.

unable to endure anyone I started to cry in agony and started hammering on his shoulders with my fists which didn't effect him in the slightest.

My warm tears dripping on his hand, but his emotions didn't waver with his fury eyes. I knew today would be my last day on this planet. Because what happened next put me off guard.

He twirled me to face the wall and held my hair from behind. The next second he started slamming my head against the wall at some point I felt blood oozing out of my forehead. He did it so many times that i lost count of it. In my semi-conscious state I heard him hissing in my ear.

"Who do you belong to butterfly?" Again he hit my head to the wall.

"Y..y..you" and blackness engulfed me.