Trapped In His Game. Finding My Own Way.

Chapter 3: Hello My Lady

I can hear footsteps, and they’re not just any footsteps, they’re heavy, like they’ve got all the time in the world to walk toward me. Every step feels like it’s getting closer to my doom, and the last bit of my hope just evaporates. I can’t even move. I’m tied to this chair, still groggy from whatever they shoved in my mouth, my head spinning like crazy.

And then, there he is. Adam, or whatever the hell he’s calling himself now. I’m not sure if I’m relieved or terrified. I mean, it's him, but it’s not. His voice is different, deeper, colder somehow. “Hello, my lady,” he says with this smirk on his face. It’s not charming. It’s creepy. It’s like he’s playing some twisted game, and I’m not in on it.

“Who the hell are you?” I manage to croak, trying to sound tougher than I feel.

“Iven,” he corrects me smoothly, and suddenly the whole thing hits me like a ton of bricks. The way he looks at me, the way he talks, it’s not adding up. This isn’t some random rich guy hitting on me at a restaurant, this is something else, something darker.

I feel my stomach churn. I don’t want to know what he’s about to say, but at the same time, I can’t stop myself from listening. “I’m a rich guy,” he starts, like he’s doing me some kind of favor, “and I need a woman to pretend to be my wife.”

I blink, confused. “What?”

He smirks again, like it’s the easiest thing in the world to explain. “My father’s coming to visit soon, and we have family issues. I need you to pretend to be my wife for a few months. Just a little arrangement. You’ll play the part. Nothing serious.”

I stare at him. Did I hear that right? He wants me to be his wife? What is this, some bad reality show? I mean, this guy... I don’t even know him.

“I’m not playing your stupid game,” I finally say, voice shaky but firm. "I’m not doing this. Not with you. No way.”

He doesn’t seem bothered, just leans back, watching me like I’m some kind of puzzle he’s figuring out. "You’re not really in a position to refuse, though."

“Are you serious?” I snap, my anger starting to boil over. “I’m not playing pretend wife for some... psycho who kidnaps women, ties them up, and,” I stop myself, realizing I might’ve just made him madder. But screw it, he deserves it. He’s not gonna intimidate me.

He steps closer, the air getting heavier. "Listen," he says, his voice getting low and cold. "If you don’t agree to this... I’ll kill you. It's simple!"

For a second, I freeze. I mean, my brain can’t even process that. I look at him, trying to see if he’s joking, but there’s no trace of humor in his eyes. This guy’s insane. I’m stuck here with a psychopath.

“Are you out of your mind?” I yell at him, the panic creeping up in my chest. I can feel my heartbeat in my throat. "You think you can just force me to do whatever you want? I’m not"

I can’t even finish the sentence before he interrupts, his face inches from mine now. "You’ll do what I say, or you’ll die. It’s that simple."

I can’t breathe. I don’t know what to do. I can’t outrun him. I can’t outsmart him. I’m completely at his mercy, and he knows it.

Part of me wants to scream, to keep refusing, but I’m not stupid. I know how this ends if I keep fighting. He’s not going to let me go, and I’m not about to die because of some twisted game. So, I take a deep breath, my whole body shaking, and I finally say it. “Okay, fucker. I’ll do it. I’ll pretend to be your damn wife. But this isn’t over.”

He grins, and for a second, I can’t decide if I just made the worst decision of my life or the only choice I had. Either way, it’s done. He’s won. I’m trapped.

And there’s nothing I can do about it now.