Imprisoned

Chapter # 6

My voice got tighter around my neck because of his presence which caused sweat to dwell on my forehead in the air conditioned car.

Was this so-called marriage necessary?

My eyes fixated on my hands, never daring to glance at his stone-cold form. Curling my toes in vexation, I didn't dare to raise my eyes.

"...Why?"

I broke the thick tension of air with my whimper which didn't even bother to reach his ears.

"Why?"

"Give this explanation to anyone who asks about your whereabouts: You stayed at your parents place for these seven days."

"Okay." I whispered. The demon who can openly commit a murder, must have said after taking circumstances into consideration.

"We're here."

He stopped the car near my apartment. My car was parked in front of us, he threw the keys in my direction and got out.

Taking a deep breath, I also got out, sensing warm sunlight grazing my skin after a prolonged period.

Looking away, I was about to walk towards my car but his voice came.

"Wait."

With my back facing him, my steps halted. I couldn't believe how my body obeyed him. It was fright which manipulated my body.

A chill went up my spine when he stood behind me, probing my frightened form with his hand removing my hair from behind and placing it on my shoulder.

"Don't forget what we talked about." He warned, closing my eyes I gave him a hesitant nod.

He took out a locket from his pocket and wrapped it around my neck, serving as a collar for being enslaved.

After securing it, I took a closer look at it and found an eye-catching ruby ring fixed on my neck by the golden chain, a seemingly expensive piece of restraint adorning my hollow neck so I could embed this sensation, reminding his vehement words.

"This is your wedding ring. Keep it safe. Do not take it off or lose it." He whispered, threatening me. I shivered when his fingers touched my nape while locking it.

"I-I understand." I replied with extreme distress. Smirking at my subjugation, he pulled away.

"And remember one more thing."

His index finger started trailing from my shoulder. Palpitating, I almost gasped when his hand moved to my neck, grabbing it.

A tear pricked in my eye when he hissed, "I have slit throats more tempting than yours."

Pushing me away he stared at my vulnerable form for the next few seconds and before I could break, thankfully his steps retreated.

He scoffed, wearing his glasses and left.

Flabbergasted at his last statement, I blinked trying to register it in my weak mind which apparently did not function due to the cloud of affright taking over.

Shaking my mind, my sole focus should be on the factor that I was away from him.

When he was out of sight, I sprinted to my car and got inside.

I saw my bag and phone on the passenger seat, letting out a sigh of relief, I put my head on the steering wheel.

Smiling after being freed, I looked up and saw an old man right in front of me, squeaking at his sudden presence. I soon understood he was the guy who was going to surveil me.