"Good morning, princess," Roman said.
Markie felt her blood run cold but she managed to force a smile. Over night she had done some thinking. It would be no use fighting against him. She needed to be on his good side until she figured out how to escape or call for help.
"Good morning," she said.
"I made you breakfast," he said.
"Thank you," she said.
He walked over to her and handed her the tray, and then moved over to a window, unlocked it, and opened it. He turned to look at her again and she quickly turned her eyes to the food as if the open window didn't interest her one bit. She picked up a piece of toast and took a bite.
"Mmm," she said. "I like this jam."
"Strawberry," he said. "Some expensive, organic brand I buy from this local shop downtown. Maybe I'll take you there one day."
"I would like that," she said.
She kept eating and kept her eyes away from both the door and the window. He had left the door open as a test but she knew she would never be able to run out of it and escape. He would catch her. Even if she did make it out of the room, she wouldn't find any door or window open to get out of. He was testing her and she made sure to pass his silly, little test.
"Do you wanna go outside? We can chill by the pool and have lunch under the parasol," he said.
"That sounds lovely," she said.
"Finish your breakfast and then change into your bikini," he said.
"I don't have a bikini here," she said.
"Didn't you look around yesterday?" He chuckled.
He walked over to a big closet and opened it. It was full of clothes and shoes in her size. She hadn't opened it last night. She thought there would be nothing but books in there, and she was too busy trying to calm herself down. He took out a black g-string bikini and walked over to her with a smirk on his face.
"I love you in black," he said.
"Thank you," she said.
"Change into it," he said.
She walked out in the bathroom and heard him chuckle. He had seen her naked plenty of times so it was funny to him that she went there to hide. There was no door to close but at least she could hide behind the wall that hadn't been broken down. She changed into the bikini and hated how it felt on her. Her ass would be on display all day, and she already knew he wouldn't allow her to wear anything over it. She had to play by his rules if she wanted to make it out of there alive. She took a deep breath and walked back into the library.
"How do I look?" She asked.
He gave her the elevator stare and licked his lips.
"Delicious," he said. "I just wanna sink my teeth into you and fuck you for hours."
"I thought we were going to chill by the pool," she said.
"We are," he said. "For now."
She didn't like the way he spoke but she managed to keep calm and pretend she was okay. She walked over to him and he grabbed her arm with a solid grip. They walked outside and her heart dropped when she saw the long chain he had secured out there. He picked it up and locked it around her neck so that she couldn't run away.
"It's just until I trust you," he said.
"Okay," she said.
"It's long enough for you to use the entire pool. I just can't have you run away," he said.
"I understand," she faked another smile. "I won't run."
"I know you won't," he said.
He grabbed her chin and leaned down for a kiss. She played along and gave him the kiss he demanded. She had no other choice. By now she knew he would take whatever he wanted so it was best to just give in and let him have a kiss.
"Can I go swim?" She asked.
"Of course," he answered. "I'll sit up here in the shade."
He sat down on a garden chair under the parasol and pulled out his phone. She swam a few laps and then leaned her arms on the edge. She looked around the garden but there was nothing useful there. She wouldn't be able to escape, and he lived far enough away from any neighbors to hear her scream. She was trapped.
"Are you done?" He asked.
She turned her head and looked at him.
"I was just admiring your flowers. The white roses are really pretty," she said.
"I'll arrange a bouquet for the library," he said.
"It's gonna smell good in there," she said. "Thank you."
"Come on up here," he said.
She got out of the pool and walked up to him. He pushed his chair back and pulled her down to sit on his lap with her back against his chest. He kept his left arm around her waist while his right hand caressed her thigh. She controlled her breathing and tried to ignore his erection poking her through his shorts.
"You're so fucking hot in this bikini. All wet and delicious," he said.
"Thank you," she whispered.
He moved his hand up her thigh and started rubbing her outside of the bikini bottoms. Her mind was racing, trying to come up with some sort of excuse to get away. He pulled the bottoms aside and let his fingers run down her labia.
"I need to go to the bathroom," she said.
"In a minute," he said. "This won't take long."
He pushed her up on her feet and bent her over the table. She heard him pull his shorts down, and then felt a sharp pain when he entered her. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block out what was happening. Tears kept running out of her eyes while he thrust into her with long, hard thrusts. It didn't take long before she heard him groan, and then he held still. He pulled out of her and grabbed her arm to pull her up from the table. He turned her around and smirked at her tearful face. He placed his hands on her face, wiped his thumbs over her wet cheeks, and leaned down to kiss her.
"I love you!" He said firmly.
She nodded and hoped he was delusional enough to think everything was okay. He wrapped a hand around her throat to show her he was in power. He wasn't strangling her but he held firmly enough to get his message across. He leaned down to her ear and she shivered by the feeling of his hot breath hitting her throat.
"I'm not gonna force it out of you but you will say it back one day," he said.
It was clearly a threat and once again all she could do was nod. She couldn't say it back but she knew she had to eventually find a way to do it. He wasn't delusional. He knew exactly what he was doing. He let go of her and put on a wide smile as if everything was normal.
"You need the bathroom. I forgot for a second," he laughed.
He unchained her, grabbed her arm, and walked her back to the library.
"Will it be okay if I take a nap before lunch?" She asked.
"Of course," he said.
He walked over to the window, closed it, and locked it again. Meanwhile she found her clothes and walked out in the bathroom.
"I'll come get you when it's lunch time," he said.
She heard him close and lock the door. She quickly changed back into her clothes and walked back into the library. She lied down on the bed and curled up while staring longingly at the door.
"This is fucking hell," she spoke to herself. "No, Markie, you're not going to accept this. Get up and figure it out. You're a fucking fighter. Go to war with this asshole."
She got out of bed and walked over to the shelves full of books.
"There's got to be something useful in here," she said. "Find a self help book that will teach you how to make a weapon out of clothes or something. Just fucking find something you can use. You are not going down inside this house."