~HEARTS & FANGS~

...13...

TESTING HER HYPOTHESIS💭

She became a true prisoner to him after that night.

She was void of liberty and shackled to that terrifying and yet un-appalling beast.

She was confined to his bedroom, incarcerated at all times, for a long time, day and night.

He watched over her like a hungry hawk did with its prey.

He made sure she was fed, unfailingly, five times in a day.

She was given breakfast, lunch, nosh, dinner and after supper snacks which normally came about an hour after dinner.

He was always there to eat with her most of the time in the bedroom, only being absent when he was busy with official matters and could not avoid doing so.

Well, there was a small problem which she noticed and even pointed out to him.

But it was one which he never rectified, deliberately choosing not to do so.

It was the issue regarding her clothes.

She had no clothes to wear in his bedroom.

He kept insisting that she put on any of his shirts.

Therefore, she was constantly dressed in one of his shirts.

And she was fairly getting used to its comfiness and his scent.

There was that lovable musky yet intoxicating coco lemon redolence that unfailingly reminded her of the very first orgasm that he had ever brought her.

He barely spoke to her when he was around, busy.

But as time went on, he loosened, only speaking to her when he could no longer avoid it.

She also didn't ever feel conscious of that fact that they both slept on the same bed and shared that sacred furniture.

She wondered if it contributed to his distance for he slept hours after she had gone to bed and yet he rose before her still.

Although she was unhappy that her escape plan had failed and she would not be able to leave there, the beast's territory, she never planned to organize a new one, a seventh one, either.

She never dwelt on that, locking all things escape at the back of her skull, in her mind's archive, her brain's dungeon.

It was totally hopeless to do so.

She decided that for he somehow managed to always find her, each and every time.

Besides, she didn't want him mad at her.

She hated when he lost it for his outrage frightened her to the bones.

She would rather continue to stay there a prisoner than to face his unfathomable wrath.

If she dared to escape again, she was very sure, certes sure that she would definitely be caught.

And she will never be able to make a lam for it.