Chapter 12

                                    

                                          
"Bad Princess." Damian growls in my ear, yanking me over the railings. He hauls me over his shoulder and marches out of my room. He heads down the hall a few paces before jerking open another door and depositing me on the bed inside. It's the room we were in on the first night. His room. "How hard is it to follow the rules?" He mutters as he pulls some lengths of silk out of a chest of drawers and starts tying me to the headboard. I don't do anything to stop him. I think I'm in shock. Well at least that's what I'm going with. "There aren't that many. Scratch that, there's only one, stay in your room. It's a nice room. Why can't you just stay?" Not sure if I was supposed to answer or not I decided it was safest to keep my mouth shut. He steps away from the bed.
From my tied up position on the bed I couldn't really see what he's doing. My feet are throbbing so painfully I can't focus on being afraid. I just want the pain to stop. I know this man is unhinged, but he's currently the only person around that can take care of me. I think about the other night, when I used my safe word and he stopped immediately, and took care of me. He's not completely feral. Just looks it. Or acts it. Or maybe he's a total psychopath and I'm an idiot and I should've jumped when I had the chance. He finishes fiddling with whatever he was doing and turns to look at me. He has something in his hands, I can't see what it is.
"Oh little princess, what are we going to do with you?" I squeeze my eyes shut as he approaches, terrified. I feel the bed dip and he sits down at the foot of the bed. His hands encircled my ankle and he pulled it into his lap, brushing against his very noticeable erection. Something cool and definitely metal brushed against my toes and I jerked my leg back. Damian and his damn fetish got knives, what was he going to do - cut off my feet. "Now, now, play nice." Should I even both to scream? Despite my eyes being screwed up tight, tears still escaped. I was so focussed on trying to get myself under control I had noticed how close he had gotten until I felt his tongue on my wet cheek, lapping up my tears. "Don't cry beautiful."
"What are you going to do to me?"
"Open you eyes and see." I did. In his hands wasn't a knife, but a large pair of tweezers. Beside him on the bed he'd laid out bandages, cloths and anti-septic wipes. "This is the part where I take care of you." My heart stuttered as I looked up into his big wild eyes. He wasn't scary. He wasn't crazy. He was an overprotective wolf taking care of his mate. Perhaps I should of been scared of how quickly and intensely Damian had attached himself to me, but in that moment all I felt was relief and something else, which I didn't want to identify.
"Sorry for assuming the worst." I mumbled as he pulled my foot back into his lap and carefully starting pulling shard of glass out of the sole of my foot.
He shrugged, "We've never given you a reason to assume otherwise."
"When I first met you I thought you were crazy," I blurted. He paused his movements, tweezers hovering over my toes, as his eyes lit up with amusement.
"Because I made you crawl across the floor?" He laughed, "I was just treating you how you wanted to be treated."
"I don't want to be treated like that."
"No? You don't like being treated like a whore?" He smirked, looking over at me through long dark lashes. My cheeks flushed and I purposefully turned to look out the window. "We both know that's not true. In fact, we know the opposite to be true. We both know you fucking loved it when I asked you to crawl across that floor like a filthy whore. You love being told what to do. You love following orders. So why couldn't you follow the one fucking rule and stay in your fucking room?" I sucked in a sharp breath when he yanked hard, pulling the last shard out of my foot, and launched the tweezers across the room. The sound of the tweezers clattering to the ground felt so loud in the silence that followed.
"Whatever," I breathed, absently tugging on my bindings, determined not to be effected by his outburst. "I was just saying, I don't think you're a total psycho."
"What if I am?" He asked, distracted, staring at my foot where his thumb rubbed circles on my ankle, smearing blood.
"You're not." I said with conviction. "A psycho wouldn't take care of me like this."
He didn't say anything for the longest time, I didn't think he was going to respond. "What if you make me sane." Then it was my turn to be silent. What could I possibly say to that? My crazy kidnapper that I'd known for a handful of days suddenly thought I was his antidote. He saved me by changing the subject. "Why did you run?" He asked.
"I'm not an animal. You can't cage me."
"No, no cages. But you do look good all tied up." I snarled at him as I tugged on my bindings. "You looked pretty good crawling across the floor to me as well."
"Good luck with that ever happening again." He just smirked and then went back to tending to my feet in silence. Once they were all bandaged up he gently kissed each ankle and carefully set the on the bed. "James will look at these when he gets home." I stared at him for a long time. How could I have gotten someone so wrong? I had been basing my opinion on him from that first night, when he had been so manic and domineering. But the more time I spent with him the more he seemed to actually be a decent human being that cared about my feelings.
I blinked hard, as if that could clear any thoughts of any feelings I was beginning to have for my kidnappers, and searched for a topic of conversation.
"What do you do for the..." I struggled to find the word for what they were. Mafia? Mob? "...Organisation?" I settled on. Kian was the boss. James the doctor. Danny the 'chef' as he called it. And while I was fairly sure I knew what Damian did, I no longer wanted to make an assumptions about him. He smirked at my choice of words as he stretched out casually on the bed next to me.
"What do you think I do?" He countered.
"I-" I avoided eye contact, staring at my carefully bandaged feet. "I don't want to answer that." I said awkwardly. He looked at me, his gaze assessing.
"Tomorrow, you're with me."
"What?"
"So you don't hurt yourself again, you'll stay with me all day. And I'll show you what I do for our...organisation." Another smirk. This one all teeth. Giving me a flash of that feral Damian that I was used to. He turned out the light. The afternoon had somehow slipped away from us and now I was once again, falling asleep in the arms of the enemy. "Go to sleep princess. I'll show you everything tomorrow."
The prospect of that was terrifying but I was also dying to know. I needed all the information I could gather if I was going to successfully escape.