Part 9
Faith blinked her eyes and sighed sleepily. What a horrible dream. A nightmare. Thankfully, she was awake now. She stretched her arms and yawned while sitting up. What she needed right now was a nice shower, breakfast and… Suddenly she realized that she wasn't in her bedroom. No, the room was completely foreign to her. Quickly she got up and looked around. Where was she?
She ran to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. No… It hadn't been a nightmare. Lucien knew about the baby. He had kidnapped her. The window… Quickly she pulled the curtains aside, only to notice the bars. Where the hell was she? It seemed that she was on a second floor, there was a garden outside. The room was large and stylishly furnished.
A king-size bed, a sofa, an armchair, a table, two chairs, a chandelier, an ottoman, a huge TV… She inspected the whole room and found an excessively big walk-in-closet with a dressing table and a bathroom with shower and a huge bathtub. A gilded cage. She had no intention of being the bird Lucien was planning to keep here. She would find a way to escape, no matter what it would take. The sudden noise from the door caught her attention, someone was unlocking it. Faith's eyes narrowed as Lucien entered the room.
"You," she snarled. "What the hell did you do to me? Drug me? What the hell is wrong with you, you could have hurt the baby!"
The thought hit her the moment she said it out loud. Her baby… Terror filled her as she touched her stomach.
"The child is fine," Lucien stated annoyingly calmly. There was curiosity and amusement in his eyes as he observed her. "I'm glad you care so much."
"Go to hell," Faith snapped. "This is my baby, of course I care! Unlike you! What kind of a person risks his child's life!"
"There was no danger," Lucien assured smiling. "I didn't drug you."
Faith frowned and glared at him.
"What did you do then?"
"Nothing. A witch friend of mine simply cast a little spell. For your own good, I can assure you. I didn't want to cause you any unnecessary stress."
"Are you kidding me?" she snarled. "You kidnapped me; you think that doesn't cause me stress?"
"You'll be safe here, darling," he replied, ignoring her question.
"Where?" she snapped.
"I think it's better you don't know that. Not yet anyway."
"What do you mean not yet?"
"Well… You have vervain in your system, so I can't compel you yet. After few days I can."
Her eyes widened as she gasped.
"What?"
He smiled as he took a step towards her.
"For your own good, darling. I don't want you to do anything… foolish."
Faith struggled to hide her fear, she couldn't let him do this.
"I see," she stated as calmly as she could. "So that's your plan? Making me a mindless puppet?"
He shook his head.
"No, I have no need to do that. I'll simply stop you from doing anything stupid."
"Stupid?" she repeated icily. "Like protecting my child?"
"Like harming your child," he hummed.
"That's your department," she snapped. "What kind of a monster would do this to the mother of his child?"
"What kind of a woman wouldn't tell the father of her child that she's pregnant?" he retorted.
"In your case, a smart woman," she hissed.
"Hmm. Not smart enough apparently," he stated coldly and turned to the door. "Someone will bring you something to eat soon."
"No, no, wait," she pleaded and hurried to the door. She needed to calm herself, hostility was taking her nowhere with him. Thankfully, he stopped and turned to look at her.
"Yes?"
She struggled to choose the right words.
"Please don't go."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Why not?"
"Because…. I really need to talk."
"About what?" he huffed.
"About this baby," she replied as calmly as she could. "Why did you… What are you going to do to it? To me?"
He was quiet for a moment, observing her face.
"This child is unique," he finally replied. "Something this world has never seen before."
"Yeah," she murmured and instinctively touched her stomach.
"You have nothing to worry about," he continued smiling. "As I said, you'll be safe here."
"What about my family?" she asked, struggling to sound calm.
Lucien rolled his eyes.
"What about them?"
"I need to let them know that I'm okay. Please."
"No, I'm afraid I can't let you do that. It's better not to make this harder than it has to be."
"They're my family!" she snapped. "My dad…"
"I couldn't care less about your father," he cut in. "Or the rest of your family."
"You can't do this!" she shouted. "You have no right!"
"Yes, well, life isn't always fair, darling," he hummed. "You should be grateful I haven't…"
She slapped him as hard as she could. So hard that his head turned sideways. It all happened so fast; she hadn't thought before acting. He didn't move his head, he simply held still as his lips curved into a smile. A predator's smile. She swallowed and backed away, fearing that she had crossed the last line. Very slowly he moved his head and looked at her.
"That was a very stupid thing to do," he stated. "Fortunately for you, a physical punishment is off the table, but I'm confident I can think of something else." He paused and stepped towards her. "How fond of your memories are you?"
"What?" she gasped.
"Ah, it seems we have a winner," he hummed and cupped her chin. "I will teach you manners, sweetheart. That I promise."
She couldn't move as he marched out and locked the door. Tears were filling her eyes; she didn't even try to stop them. This was worse than a nightmare. There had to be a way out. There had to be. She needed to find a way to save her child and herself.
