Category : Stories

Sub Category : YoungAdult

My brown eyes roam around this dark room. Nothing can be seen in it. A flash of light makes it's way under the door. 'have they found me?' is the only thing that comes to my mind. My dark brown hair falls into my face and I carefully scoot back against what I hope is a wall. 
He door nob wiggles and I hear a voice. It is deep and rough. I hear banging against the door. 
'is this my fate? Is this whee I die?'
The door swings open at last, letting the tall man into the room. No light comes in except for that of his flashlight. The light touches the objects in the room revealing that I am hiding in a small drawing room. The light makes it's way towards me. I try and duck lower. It lands next to me against a small couch that looked as if it was lavender. The flashlight went off and I heard a this next to me. 
Did he just lay on the small couch?
"You should really just give up girl. Sooner or later you have to let me give you a bath. Your father will be angry if I don't"
I wish I was strong enough to flip the couch! I wanted to protest I wanted to scream and hit him, but being 5'2 was not a good thing against a 6'8 man.
Before I could even collect my next move I felt myself being lifted up off the ground. I wiggled and kicked. I tried to slap him. He has me over his shoulder. I am doomed!
He walked out the door and up he hallway to a room that was lit with candles and smelled of lilac and roses. He lifted me off his shoulder and dropped me into a pool like area that I guess is the bath. 
He laughed as I rose to the surface and yelled, "ARE YOU INSANE MILO YOU COULD KILL ME IN THIS WATER!! I DONT WANT TO BATHE! I BATHED LAST WEEK BEFORE IT SNOWED"
His laughter stopped as he looked at me with a serious face. He is holding back a laugh and his face is failing miserably.
"Tracy you need to bathe. And as your husband I will make you bathe. I know it is cold outside and you don't want to get sick. But trust me. It will be worth it."
With those words he stripped down and climbed in, grabbing me and removing my wet clothes and tossing them towards his. He held me in his lap as he sat down letting the water accept him and form around his body perfectly. With a single kiss on my lips I had given in once again. Why does he always have to have his way?