Scarlet's POV
I don't know what his game was. I mean giving me clothes? Privacy in the bathroom? And now he's taking me down to breakfast. This seriously can't be real. He's probably building me up or something. Make me trust him then break me for being so stupid.
But what if he's not...What if he honestly is being nice to me. Could that really be possible. My instincts tell me to trust him. But with everything that has happened in the past I know trusting probably isn't the best idea.
Maybe I should just give it time. Test the water per-say. If he is trying to play me then he'll evenutually break and punish me. Way before I break.
We entered a large kitchen. The counters were marble, the floors were strickingly white, an insland sat in the middle with stools surrounding it for people to sit. Jared took me and sat me on one of the stools. Folding my hands in my lap I kept my head down, my eyes lowered. He knelt infront of me trying to catch my eyesight but I knew better, averting my eyes to the left.
He sighed quietly dropping his head for a second, his shoulders slumping lightly. He picked his head back up and I could see the smile that grew on his face from the corner of my eye.
"So, What would you like for breakfast Scarlet?" He waited for me to reply expectantly his smile slowly fading the longer I took. After quite some time of my silence he stood back up regaining his smile. "Ok well hopefully I can make something you'll like, just stay here and try to relax, I wont take long."
He turned around and went to the fridge grabbing out ingredients and putting them on the counter. After he had everything he needed he started grabbing bowls and pans out of cuboards. I watched him move about the kitchen smoothly while his back was turned to me. Being able to study him further.
He was so much taller then me. And his frame was slightly bigger then the others, more muscular. His shirt strained against his body. It seemed like it would rip off at any moment. His hair looking like it was flowing elegantly like water. Yet it was still spiked in different directions and messy. As he worked on cooking his arm muscles tensed at times, veins popping out in areas.
He was the picture of dangerous and intimaditing. But.... attractive and he seemed to give off this aura that made me feel safe. It's like he put a spell on me. I'm not in my right mind. Men are dangerous and cruelfull beasts.
He started to turn in my direction so I quickly lowered my gaze to the white tiles of the floor. "Relax little wolf no one will hurt you here." He kept staring at me so I visibly dropped my shoulders from my stiff position but kept my gaurd up. He won't fool me. After I "relaxed" he turned back to cooking.
Looking at my hands in my lap I rubbed my wrist. The skin was heeled but I could still feel the handcuffs that were there when I had first arrived at my prison. The cold hard metal cutting into my flesh. The floor cold and damp. The rocks cutting into my legs as I tried to free myself. The screams echoing off the walls as I called for help. No one came. No one will ever come. The darkness had surrounded me no matter how hard I tried to flee from it.
I'm stuck I'll never leave. They'll never let me leave. I loud squeak noise of the door opening had me stopping from pulling against the cuffs, the chains that held me to the wall. Snapping my head up I looked into the dark blue eyes and the man that took me.
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The broken and fragile
Werewolf"She was knocked out on the ground in the corner of the room. Laying on top of that ratty old blanket completely naked...The room was cold even for me. I'm guessing they kept it air conditioned to keep her weak. The room was quite small and damp. He...
