Chapter 14
He really meant what he'd said. After breakfast Miranda went to the task of hand washing their clothes. And airing them out to dry. He had given her a pair of tights from an old suitcase and one of his huge jumpers that almost reached her knees. She threw on her wooly boots and got to work.
After tidying up the cabin she was given the task of carrying the wood that he was chopping inside. She was exhausted. Miranda flopped on the chair not wanting to do anymore. For a second her heart dropped, she was alone in the cabin she should be looking for a weapon. Miranda knew he carried his gun on him, it was behind his back supported by his jeans.
He looked fucking sexy with a singlet sweating and chopping the wood. Fuck Miranda seriously? He's going to kill you and you lust after him! Shaking her head Miranda rummaged through the cabin trying to find a knife or anything to defend herself. "Looking for something?" Miranda jumped startled.
"Um... No sir, I was um I was just…"
"You were just what? Hmmm?" Shit his face had taken on that look! Miranda tried to think of something to get herself out of it. Lie Miranda, lie... Don't tell him you were looking for a weapon.
"Was looking for a weapon sir." He raised an eyebrow. So much for lying... Idiot!
"And what had you planned to do with the weapon once you found it?" He was pissed. Fuck Miranda honestly it's like you go searching for trouble.
"I don't know. I'm sorry, I just thought... I don't know... I'm sorry," starting to panic Miranda was waiting for his reaction.
"Come here," he ordered quietly. Alec needed to show this kid who was boss. Obviously she wasn't getting the whole your my captive thing. He reached for her and pulled her towards him. Kissing her gently he retrieved his gun. Placing it in her hand and then aiming it to his heart. "Go on. Shoot. It’s loaded and ready to go." Her hands were shaking. "Miranda pull the fucking trigger! Pull it!" He was moving her finger to press on the trigger. "Tell you what, here are the keys to the car, pull the fucking trigger and leave. It's all there for you." She was tearing up. He wanted to show her that even given the chance she wouldn't kill him.
"Stop it please!" Tears streaming down her face.
"Go on I killed your lover remember? I killed my fucking brother, my fucking brother that you were fucking! Pull the goddamn trigger Miranda. You'll never get another chance!"
"I never slept with him Alec. I swear to you! I never slept with him!" Miranda was really crying now. Alec grabbed the gun from her hand and shot passed her head. Miranda screamed. Somewhere in her mind she believed that the gun wasn't loaded. He was truly a madman.
"If you wanna play Miranda make sure you know the rules of the game. You want to find a weapon? You'll need to use it. No use having a weapon if you’re not going to use it." He was right. Miranda was pathetic she couldn't save herself, he was the victor. Until he killed her or decided to let her go she needed to do as she was told.
He secured his gun behind him and moved to the sofa. She froze when he had pulled the trigger. Alec noticed how her face became white as snow. He knew she was shaken by what had taken place, she looked like she needed to keep herself busy. Miranda quietly went into the kitchen and started to prepare some dinner.
Not wanting to get into any more trouble Miranda opened the fridge to see what was available to cook. Nothing much in the fridge. She opened the freezer and it was well stocked. Frozen veggies and frozen meats. She defrosted some beef steaks and went to the task of defrosting and washing the veggies. There were dried noodles and condiments, so Miranda chopped and washed away preparing a stir fry. While the meat was marinating Miranda had showered and was ready to throw the stir fry together.
Alec had also had a shower. He cuffed her to the chair until he finished. Neither of them had said a word. When he released her she continued to cook. It was ready and Miranda set the table. She served his plate and then herself. They ate quietly. The food was delicious she really could cook, go figure!
Miranda had finished eating. She had a bit of food left on her plate. Alec took it and ate it from her plate using her fork. Something about that was very intimate. She didn't want to linger, things were too awkward and she was uneasy, afraid of his mood swings. Tidying up after dinner hoping to get away from him.
Alec was laying casually on the bed with his hands behind his head. Watching her without saying a single word. She only had his pajama shirt on and felt very exposed. At least she wore underpants tonight.
Not having anything to do Miranda was debating whether to go to the bed or not. He hadn't said a word since the gun incident. Miranda sucked in a breath and walked towards the bed.
Alec watched her come to the conclusion that bed was her best option. He was in conflict with himself. He killed his own fucking brother. He had many chances to kill Ethan before and many reasons to, but it was him fucking Miranda that finally made him do it. And to Alec that was unforgivable. She was the reason he was so fucked up. She was the reason he was losing his shit!
Pulling the blanket Miranda covered herself. Her back facing Alec. He didn't budge. Miranda feared his silence as much as she feared his anger. She would just keep her mouth shut until she knew which direction he was taking.
She was literally shivering from the cold, all through the night she could feel her bones rattle. If only he would scoot a little closer and distribute some of his warmth. She could hear his steady breathing and knew he was asleep. Moving inch by inch closer to him Miranda finally reached him. He was asleep facing her, by god he was beautiful, how could a creature so perfect on the outside be so ugly on the inside? Already starting to feel a little warmer Miranda tried her luck one last time to get a little closer.
Alec sensed movement in one swift motion he grabbed the perpetrator by the neck. He was squeezing the fucking life out of them. He heard a sound, and tried to focus. Finally waking up and remembering where he was he looked at Miranda who was turning red under his grip. He quickly released her. "Oh fuck kid!" He ran his hand through his hair. "Fuck!" He yelled. He made an attempt to touch her and examine where he almost chocked her to death but she pulled away from him.
Miranda was so scared at how good his reflexes were, he was terrifying even in his sleep. "It wasn't intentional kid," he explained. "What the fuck were you doing anyway? Where you trying to escape again? Ha? Do I need to fucking tie you up all the fucking time?" Now he was being irrational. It could be his way of dealing with unexpected turn of events. Miranda knew he was getting frustrated.
"No..." she struggled to get the words out. Her throat felt like it was on fire. "I was trying to get warm," he looked at her disbelievingly.
"You expect me to believe that? Seriously?"
"Believe what you will it's the truth," she sat up not wanting to be near him. "Great now I guess I have to fear for my life when you sleep also. That's what I want, to live in constant fear."
"What the fuck would make you believe that I would want to warm you up? Do you not understand the concept of being a captive? You’re a disloyal fucking tramp and you think I'll allow you to seek comfort in my arms. You’re a fool to think that. You are not worthy of my touch! You wanted to fuck my brother. You sure fucked him up good! So good he's fucking dead! So don't you dare think for a second that I have any feelings except disgust towards you."
The hurt and humiliation once again tore through Miranda's heart. She wished she could hurt him back. He was lethal not caring about her emotions or how he was ripping up her insides. Miranda chocked back a sob. She would not give him the satisfaction of watching her cry.
She left the bed and took her pillow and his blanket, she could sulk on the sofa but she didn't need to be cold doing it.
Alec watched her stomp away. She fucking took his blanket. Alec put on a jumper and tried to sleep. Yeah it wasn't going to work he was too cold. He shook his head, no use trying to understand her. He did feel bad for chocking her. He wasn't the type to fight unfair. At least she always knew when his abuse would strike. He caught her off guard and sure enough she sure as hell caught him off guard too.
Next morning Miranda was dressed and had breakfast ready before Alec arose. She had scrambled some eggs along with toast. Fresh pot of coffee and the house was clean. She also had awoken so early and saw that Alec was cold in his sleep. Good! Fuck him let him freeze! But saying that Miranda found herself covering him. Whatever Miranda you are such a wimp!
Alec smelt food. He was warm and couldn't figure out when his body had warmed up. Looking down he realized he was covered. Well she must be looking for brownie points. He saw her drink her coffee alternating between her drink and eating her toast. Unaware that he had woken she was daydreaming. Jesus she was beautiful.
Miranda wanted out, she could feel his hatred toward her. Last night he was brutal he actually blamed her for his brother’s death. Miranda had tried not to think of Ethan. It was too scary to recall. She would need some serious psychiatric help if she survived this ordeal.
"What the fuck are you wearing?" Miranda looked up to see Alec's eyes turn almost completely black.
"I... I needed clothes I got it out of the trunk, I saw you take out clothes from there before." He looked outraged. She wore simple black leggings and a simple peach shirt, she had a throw over poncho. Why was he so angry? It was just clothes probably belonging to an ex-lover. "I'm sorry I was just cold" he moved toward her and ripped the poncho from her.
"You think you are worthy to put this on? Do you fucking know who this belonged to?" Oh dear this was no good.
"Alec I'm sorry ... I was just so cold," without thinking he grabbed her by her arm and pulled her up gripping her painfully.
"Alec! You fucking don't learn. How do you fucking address me?" Starting to really panic now.
"Sir! Sir I address you as sir!"
"So why the fuck do you continually call me by my name?" Okay this was bad Miranda knew this was going to be bad. He pulled her behind him and all but threw her onto the ground outside.
"Fuck off! Go! You want your freedom! Go!" With that he closed the door.
Miranda was on the floor out in the fucking middle of nowhere, with a thin shirt and no shoes. Fantastic! How did he always fuck her over?
Alec was furious the little bitch wore his mother’s clothes. He was taken aback when he saw her. She actually reminded him of her. Who the hell did she think she was going through his stuff? He'd leave her to freeze her ass off out there! Her rebellion needed to stop. He needed control and when it came to Miranda he lost all self-control. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to bring her here. He just needed to get away and he wasn't thinking clearly.
Hours past and he hadn't even checked up on her. She was very quiet. Fuck what if she found a way out? He knew it was nearly impossible to leave the premises as it was fully secured and secluded. She would have to walk for hours to reach civilization. Still he got a strange feeling that didn't sit well.
Miranda weighed her options out, she could leave him and his insanity, with no shoes no shelter and no protection or she could wait for him to come to his senses and allow her back in the cabin. Miranda liked the option of going it alone in the wilderness it would be less cruel. Hugging herself on the porch in a far corner trying to shield herself from the freezing breeze, Miranda patiently waited for Alec, praying he had heart enough to let her in.
She waited for hours.
***
Opening the door Alec looked around for Miranda, he didn't need to look far. There she was hunched up in the corner. Alec ran a hand through his hair. FUCK! He couldn't keep this up. He was a serious mess when it came to her. Walking towards her noticing she didn't even look up at him, he lifted her into his arms and took her inside. She was almost frozen. He hurriedly laid her onto the bed and removed her clothes. Quickly taking off his own clothes he lay beside her wrapping them up in a blanket and engulfed her in his arms. He could literally feel her thaw under his body heat.
They stayed that way for what seemed like an hour. Miranda wouldn't let him comfort her this time. She wasn't a complete moron she knew it was his way of confusing her. Hurting her or helping her he just wanted to be in control. Miranda could not take it anymore. She refused to be played again and again. She remained in his arms naked, but he didn't attempt anything. Why did he have to be such a jerk? It could've been so nice between them.
Alec could feel Miranda tense and not relax into his arms. Who could blame her really? He warmed her up as best he could. She hadn't said a word to him. When he knew her temperature was somewhat back to normal he eased away from her. "Go in for a shower, it will keep you warm."
"Please don't... Please don't act like you care, it's easier when you are yourself. Makes it easier to accept."
"Fuck Miranda! This is no good! Us, we are no fucking good!" He needed to come to a decision about her. Kill her or leave her. The shit was he couldn't leave her in case she gets involved with somebody else. He would need to kill her it was the only way. His jealously knew no bounds.
"Of course we don't work, you are so out of control! You won't even give us a chance."
"Chance! You want me to give you a chance? You fucked my brother the first chance you got! Don't you fucking tell me about chance!" He was getting riled up again. Every time he remembered her fucking Ethan he was on the brink of losing control.
"I've already told you there was absolutely nothing between Ethan and I. Nothing, he creeped me out! I was so scared if you ever found out I was talking to him, even though you all but threw me out! Remember that? I was your fucking whore nothing more!"
"Don't you fucking lie to me! Don't you fucking dare!" He got up and wore his clothes.
"You know what, believe what you want! I'm the sick one not you. I'm sick because I let you hurt me time and time again. I'm sorry about Ethan truly I am, but I'm not to blame."
Alec stormed out of the cabin slamming the door. He was so fucking confused. He got in the car and took off. He needed to get out of there. He didn't know what to believe. He called the only person who would be able to calm him down.
"Yo boss what's up?"
"I can't Carlos! I fucking can't."
"Alec where's the girl?"
"I left her at the cabin, I can't do this. I'm going fucking crazy brother!"
"Is she hurt? Alec is Miranda hurt?" Alec could hear the concern in Carlos's voice.
"Not physically..."
"Alec its okay bro. Go back and get her and come home. We'll sort it out once your home okay?"
"Don't think I can do that!" With that Alec ended the call.
Miranda had showered and put her own clothes on. They were at least clean and dry. She knew Alec had left the area and started to feel a little apprehensive. She fixed herself a cup of coffee and a sandwich. She was starved. After finishing her meal, Miranda moved to the dying fire and added some more chopped wood. Where the fuck was he?
It was pitch black outside, Alec hadn't returned. Holy fuck imagine he never returned? What was she to do? She wasn't a nature person, smelling flowers was as close to nature as she got! Breathe Miranda, breathe! He always comes back. He always comes back!
***
Alec walked into the cabin, it was so dark all but the light of the fire was illuminating. There she was asleep in the bed. She looked so angelic, so fragile and so fucking sexy. He discarded his clothes and moved in beside her. Miranda suddenly jerked and screamed. He easily closed her mouth with his hand. "It's me kid… It's me," she shook her self away. To his utter surprise she slapped him.
"You left me! You left me alone!" She was crying. Alec thinking she was through with her surprises was taken aback when she flung herself into his arms and kissed him. She held him so tight. Alec pulled away looking at her. "Punish me tomorrow but love me to tonight please."
He grabbed her by her nape and pulled her in toward him. He kissed her so roughly her lips ached. His tongue danced in her mouth, Miranda was reciprocating the kiss. The more he abused her mouth the more she responded. Miranda took off her top and pants left in nothing but her underwear. Not wanting anything between them she quickly discarded them. She wouldn't let him think, she needed him and knew in her heart that he needed her.
Alec was deep in lust! He couldn't control himself. He wanted to fuck her since he fucking saw her at the conference. He sucked her nipples one by one, nipping them, pulling them till he heard her moan. His hands touched every ounce of her body. His fingers traced her pussy circling until her clit was swollen, he bought his cock thrusting inside her, fucking her with such force. SHIT! She was so fucking tight! Miranda's legs were wrapped around him. She was withering uncontrollably beneath him. He wouldn't be able to keep this up for long. His cock was about to erupt.
Miranda wasn't able to control her orgasm she screamed through her pleasure. She could feel Alec's cock throb and with a yell she felt him release his seed inside of her. She was totally spent.
They lay quietly in each other’s arms. Miranda held on to him like her life depended on it. Alec was unsure of his next move. Never been one to doubt himself Alec found when it came to Miranda he was second guessing himself a lot.
Miranda didn't care of the consequences she needed to be loved if only for a night. He was so good at telling her she was worthless yet she knew she must have some hold on him. Why else would he always return? Alec deAngelo loved her, although it was a sick kind of love it still mattered. She needed him to realize it. Knowing that he wouldn't let her live without him, Miranda formed a plan to get him to reveal he had feelings for her. If he didn't love her Miranda was certain he would have done away with her long ago.
Apparently one time wasn't enough for Alec. He couldn't keep his hands off her. He fucked her twice more throughout the night. Waking her up with his cock impaled deep inside her. She would moan half asleep, her cries were sexy as hell and it wouldn't take him long to reach his climax.
Next morning Miranda felt the pain. Her thighs ached and her pussy throbbed. Alec wasn't in the cabin. Here we go again! She thought. Every fucking time he shows a little emotion toward her he would suddenly return to his cruel facade. Ok she was learning and she had an advantage because she was ready this time.
Wrapping herself in the blanket Miranda made her way outside. Oh my! He's hot! No shirt and chopping wood was apparently a turn on for Miranda. He looked so damned sexy she had to stop herself from drooling.
"Morning," she greeted,
"Get inside its cold," was his abrupt reply.
"Would you like me to fix you some breakfast?" She was hoping to get him talking.
"Miranda I'm busy," wow she really was starting to figure him out. She made her way inside and whizzed up breakfast.
Alec walked into the cabin he was sweaty and a little irritated at himself. He let things get out of control again. Miranda had set the table for breakfast. He didn't want her to make their relationship something it was not, so he picked up his plate and moved to sit on the sofa.
Miranda held back her tears. She didn't want to be disheartened but he wasn't making it easy. Think Miranda think! She grabbed her breakfast and followed him to the sofa. With a raise of his eyebrow Miranda waited for him to react. He resumed eating.
This kid won't relent. He shook his head. When both finished their plates Miranda cleaned up. She poured herself an orange juice and returned to the sofa. Offering him a sip, he declined.
Alec was interested to know what game she was playing. He would let her play for now.
Miranda wanted him to open up. How to do this. "I'm sorry I looked through your things," she started.
"Forget it," was his reply.
"I mean the clothes must really have meant something to you, they look like they'd been there for a while. An ex-lover perhaps?" Miranda you are so asking for it...
"They were my mother’s Miranda! Give it up kid it's not working," funny enough it turned out he could read her too. She huffed and leaned back.
Through the day Miranda found a stack of alcohol in the cupboard above the fridge. Pouring herself a glass of something with a French name Miranda drank the spirit almost gagging. Alec could smell the alcohol on her breath. "You drinking?"
"Yes sir," she saluted him.
"Miranda I'm not in the mood" he needed to get her under control.
"I only had one drink! It's U.G.L.Y" she spelt out ugly. Alec was thinking that this kid needed to get out a bit. She had been cooped up for almost a week.
"Put your boots on," he ordered.
"Why?" She asked with a look of uncertainty.
"We'll go to the local club for drinks." Oh my! Was this a date?
"I kind look like a hilly Billy" she turned around so he could assess her clothes.
"Trust me kid, in this neck of the woods that's a good thing."
Miranda hurried to the bathroom tied her hair in a neat pony tail, brushed her teeth, pinched her cheeks. She was frantically looking for something to wear. Alec was waiting for her outside checking the car’s engine, exiting the bathroom she noticed an outfit on the bed. Oki doki? His bipolar was really starting to worry her... No clothes from the trunk... Yes clothes from the trunk.