4. Caught
"Get out." He said sternly.
I tried to slip out from under the bed, slipping my t-shirt with me which revealing my stomach. When I got out, I fixed my t-shirt and Jace helped me get up, a bit too forcefully. The way he looked at me, I felt like I was in real danger now. On top of that, he was shirtless and it was just too much. I was scared and nervous as hell.
He couldn't hurt me though. I knew he couldn't because I was a mundane and he had to protect us people. That's why they helped me. But what if what I just all read was false, or if all this is just a dream?!
"How did you get in here, and since how long?" He asked.
There was no point in lying.
"I was running off and I heard someone coming, so I slipped into the nearest room and it was this. About 3 hours ago." I said, successfully hiding my nervousness in my voice.
He seemed speechless by my honesty but then regained his expression.
"Aren't you scared of me?" He asked, looking in my eyes.
I averted my gaze.
"I would be lying if I said no." I said, choosing the side of the truth again and swallowing my pride.
He smirked. One thing I noticed about this guy was that he was extremely arrogant. I don't know if he realizes that. Or does he know, and still choose to be this way?
"I like your honesty." He said, still smiling that half-smile.
My cheeks were hot but I wasn't sure if it was because of him or him making me angry.
He went to the dressing table, opening some drawers and looking through things. I could hear metallic sounds clashing with each other, making me panic from inside.
He walked on the other side of the room, with a tool in his hand. I tried to catch a glimpse of that tool.
He sat on a chair, which was against the wall, and had the tool in his hand he was playing with.
"Come here." He commanded.
I looked at him in disbelief. Was he really going to expect me to come to him?
I flung myself at the door and tried to open it, turning the doorknob, but it wasn't opening. I even tried to turn the lock, but it didn't work. I then noticed a pattern drawn on the door, which I saw a similar one earlier, from the book.
I heard his chuckle from behind. It caused goosebumps ok my skin.
"Come here or I'll do it for you. You can chose an option." He said.
I was never going to him. What was he thinking?
I looked at him, staying rooted on my spot.
He sighed in annoyance, and stood up, his figure towering on the other side of the room. He marched towards me, holding my arm from the same spot he did before.
"Ouch!" I cried.
He pushed me on the chair, forcing me to sit down. I struggled but he kept pushing me down.
"You know, I don't like to handle women like that, but you left me no choice." He said, while forcefully placing me on the chair.
When he finally made me sit on the chair, he handcuffed my hands behind the chair, behind my back. The chair was high enough to not let my feet touch the ground. I was stuck.
He looked at me, scanning me up and down as I tried to struggle from the chair.
He smirked again, that extremely arrogant and annoying smirk of his.
"Don't you think you look much better tied to a chair, rather than than having your legs free running around like a ninja?"
No one has ever made me as angry in my life before as him. He frustrates me beyond imagination. Everything he says and the way he does everything. He brings out the worst in me.
"I hate you!" I said in frustration. It was the only thing I could come up with right now, even though there was so much I wanted to say.
He smirked yet again, my comment making him feel satisfied.
I could see a bit of my reflection through the mirror of his dressing table. My dark curly hair was messy, some of it sticking to my sticky sweating skin on my neck and face, and my pale eyes looked scared, opened wide. My back was arched because of my hands being tightly cuffed behind my back and my t-shirt was dirty, from being under the bed. I was breathing shallow and heavy.
So much happened in just one day, and couldn't help but let out a single tear.
Jace took a stick, that glowed red. He sat on the bed and dug the stick in his skin. I gasped.
To be continued...