Chapter 68
721words
I rubbed at the sore spot on my arm. I pursed my lips frowning at the remembrance at how the two security guards held me back from making my escape. They really man-handled me those misogynies-assholes. I wanted to give them a piece of my mind but when I saw the look that Mark gave them I decided to hold back my tongue and help them out. I really hope that Mark isn't going to hurt them.
"Not like I don't like seeing you quiet, because I really do. It allows me to observe you as much as I want."
"I did not need to know that." I grumbled just below a whisper, my eyes still aimed at the road.
"However, knowing how your mind isn't able to stay in one place let me warn you beforehand that I wouldn't let you escape like that again." His voice sounded resolute and it caused a portentous feeling to settle in my body.
Feeling uncomfortable I gave him a side glance before looking back at the road, scoffing lightly. "I wasn't planning anything." I muttered,
He hummed skeptical still thinking that I'm brooding a new plan, which is not the case at all. I mean yes, I'm peeved that I fell for his trickery again and I'm scared to where we are headed to. My mind is in chaos fearing that I am going to be put back in that sunless cage, however when those bulky security guards blocked me from escaping a new found realization hit me.
There's no use in running away from this man. He is a rich motherfucking killer with unlimited devices to keep me in check. Who also apparently got the police force on his side, well more like he got people infiltrating the police headquarters. How is an ordinary woman supposed to go up against that!?
So instead of running away like a chicken who had lost her head I decided to go with the flow for now until I find a hole in his defense and bust out of it.
Even though I said all of that living together with my stalker is not something that I look forward to.
"You may want to take a nap. It can take a while before we reach the place." Mark said as he pulled out a blanket from the glove compartment, tossing it at me.
Holding the soft quilt in my hand I stared at him with a confused expression. 'How far is it that he tells me to take a nap!?'
Scoffing I threw the soft material to the back seat before folding my arms in front of my chest. "Why should I take a nap? So that I'll wake up being tied up?" I asked accusingly. "No thank you."
He shrugs. "Suit yourself." He said petulantly.
Right after my declaration to not sleep I could feel my eyelids getting heavy as the drowsiness was getting to me. It was a battle just to keep my eyes open, to not deviate my attention from the road to the warm comfortable feeling of the chair.
Ever since I got away from Mark's cursed basement, I haven't been able to have a proper sleep and I guess my body has hit its limit, but why does it have to be now!?
I glanced every so often in Mark's direction, hoping that he doesn't notice me dozing off and it looked like he didn't.
Instead he turned on the radio. The static sound of the radio and the soothing mellow voice of the announcer brought me even further back from reality.
Maybe a short nap wouldn't be so bad, right? I will sleep for five minutes and wake up fully energized. Deciding that I let my eyelids do what they wanted to do for a long time, shutting down.
I felt something nudging against my shoulder and as I didn't respond the nudging transformed in to shaking that was accompanied by a baritone voice.
"Kitten wake up."
