Another week passes, and my back is healing slowly, but I still struggle to sleep. Jagger beat the crap out of Snake right in front of me. I have never seen anything so terrifying in my life. He nearly killed him, and it made me realize just how dangerous Jagger can be. I haven’t seen Snake again since that day, but all the other men have been oddly nice to me. Gee, I can’t guess why?
One afternoon, I’m in the kitchen preparing dinner in the crock pot, when Jagger walks in. He’s half naked again, as always, but this time he has a woman on his arm. I’m quite shocked, why would he bring a woman into his home when I’m around? Isn’t he worried I’ll beg her to call the cops or tell her what he’s done? He stares at me and his gaze narrows. God, he’s so fucking beautiful. I hate that I see him as beautiful, because this situation is anything but.
“Meet me in my room,” he murmurs to the woman.
She grins and runs her hand over his chest, then turns and walks into his room. I stare at the painful red gash on his stomach and shudder. He’ll have a scar for life because of me, but then, so will I. Jagger walks over and stops beside me, but I continue preparing dinner for the evening.
“I’ll be busy for a few hours.”
“Good for you.” I say, simply.
“You know what happens if you run.”
I sigh; he goes over this with me every day since my escape. I know what he’ll do, and I know I can’t run. “You’ll find my Sister and ensure I stay because I can’t get away from you, bla bla bla.”
He grips my face and turns my head harshly. “Don’t fuck with me Willow, if you don’t think I’m serious I can send someone out right now to find your Sister.”
“Leave her out of this!”
“Don’t push me; you won’t like how it ends.”
Even though Jagger goes easy on me most of the time, I have no doubt in my mind that if it came down to it, he would get hold of my Sister to keep me here. I don’t think he would hurt her, but I’d never let her be put in this situation. I feel so trapped some days, like I just can’t get out. If I run, my family pays. If I don’t, I suffer slowly in this hell hole. The problem with me, though, is that I’ll always put my family first. I have to just deal with this situation until my Father comes out of hiding.
“I know how it ends Jagger, you tell me every fucking day. Go and enjoy your slut, I’m busy,” I snap, depression taking over. I’ve had enough of being reminded about my situation.
“Jealous?”
“Get fucked.”
“I plan to.”
He turns and walks off and I flip him the bird, again.
“Saw that.”
“Asshole,” I mutter.
He laughs and slams the door to his room, and I slam the knife down on the bench. Heck, I’d love to test him right now. I truly would. I’m so angry; I just want him to pay. He thinks he’s got me down, that I can’t get free of him. I could though, if I really wanted to. I stare down at the knife and I can’t deny that suicidal feelings have gone through my mind a lot lately. Depression is the understatement for what I’ve felt at times.
Maybe I should test him, maybe I should see how he would react to walk out and find me in a pool of my own blood. The man clearly doesn’t give a fuck about me, and he isn’t about to let me go, so maybe this is my only option. Maybe if I only did it a little, then he would have to take me to a hospital and someone would clue on. The whole idea is twisted, but it seems to make sense in my head and that frightens me.
I grip the knife in my hand and swallow, give him something to truly worry about. Do it Willow, do it or suffer in your own silence. I bring the knife down onto my wrist, just as Jagger’s door opens and he walks out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He freezes when he sees me pressing the knife against my wrist. His eyes widen and his hands slowly come up in front of him.
“Willow…put the knife down.”
“What for Jagger?” I whisper. “So you can continue to keep me prisoner and threaten my Sister? If I’m dead, you have no need to go for her. If I’m dead, I don’t have to keep living like this.”
“I won’t hurt your Sister; just put the fuckin’ knife down.”
His voice is panicked, does Jagger care about me? I press it harder into my skin and cry out as a burning pain shoots up my arm and blood trickles down my hand.
“Fuck it, put the fuckin’ knife down!” He steps forward and I press it harder.
“You come closer, I’ll finish it Jagger. I’m not stupid; you’re just saying what I want to hear. I’ve got nothing left. I’ll never escape this.”
“Willow, you’ll be fine,” he yells, gripping his hair. “I’ll fuckin’ let you go. When we have your Father, I give you my word that I’ll let you go and never bother you or your Sister again. I promise it will be over for you when this is finished with. You won’t need to live your life in fear.”
I look up at him and desperate tears thunder down my cheeks. “How do I know you’re not lying?”
He shakes his head, and takes a hesitant step forward. “I promise, I won’t let you return to a life where you have to look over your shoulder. I’ll give you that much. After everything I’ve done, I’ll give you that. I’ll make this right for you, but you have to trust me.”
“Promise?” I whisper, blinking my tears back.
“I promise…”
I close my eyes, and the burning pain in my wrist seems to give me some sort of comfort, or maybe it’s Jagger’s words. He takes the opportunity to lunge at me, and soon my body is slammed against the cold floor and the knife skitters across the room. I fight him, with everything I have inside. I fight so hard it hurts. He grips my wrists and pins them above my head, and I cry out in pain as his rough hands press against my open flesh.
I struggle beneath him, my face soaked in tears. He lies on top of me, panting and staring into my pain stricken eyes. I mumble incoherent words, over and over. He puts both my hands into one of his, and with his free hand he strokes tear dampened hair away from my face. I am trembling beneath him, and for the first time he actually looks like he cares how he’s making me feel.
“I promise,” he whispers, lowering his face. “I promise you.”
Then his lips are on mine. I didn’t see this coming; I would have never seen this one coming. I whimper and part my lips, and he slides his tongue into my mouth. I shouldn’t want this, it’s so wrong and yet I can’t bring myself to push him away. He works me over with his mouth, in a way no one ever has before. His lips are soft, luring me in and taking me over. His free hand tangles through my hair as he raises my head to deepen the kiss.
“Jagger?”
The female voice snaps us back into reality. He jerks his head up, not taking his eyes off my lips. I am panting, my chest rising and falling with want and desperate need. He gets off me, and I can see his clear arousal. He pulls me to my feet and turns to face the pretty blonde woman standing in a bra and panties, staring at us. She looks at my bleeding wrist, then at the knife and her eyes widen.
“I should go…”
Jagger seems to stiffen, as though he realizes what he’s done.
“No, don’t go. You came here to fuck and we’re going to fuck.”
“Jagger,” I whisper, hurt.
He spins around and glares at me. “Get to your fuckin’ room and if you ever try a stunt like that again, I’ll fuckin’ kill you myself.”
I gasp, and stand trembling as he grips the girl and pulls her back towards the room. Something painful and ugly tears through my heart, and I realize I have feelings for Jagger.