Hailey's POV

I sat down on the bed after he left the room. I was in deep thoughts about what should I do, and how. 

Will Alex be okay? 

I want to ask him. He swiftly took me off the topic. But, I'm just... uh... kind of afraid of him. Of course, I will be! He literally kidnapped me and has made me a maid! 

Just that I don't have to do any house chores, lol

That's not the time for cracking jokes, stupid! Just think of some ways to escape or at least talk to your family! 

Then I remembered my phone. I started searching here and there, in my purse too but there was no phone. 

Of course, he has taken it, dumbo. 

Let's use our brain and think of some way. 

I started looking here and there for something that might help me go out. It was a big room, but just useless stuff like clothes and all was there. 

Clothes. 

I can have a nighty here, maybe? If yes, then I can tie some clothes and make a rope and escape from the window! 

I started looking in all the clothes in the walk-in closet. There were tons of clothes, all sizes. All sizes mean top, frock, nighty, gown, everything. 

I took mostly all the long clothes and tied them in a rope. I used many clothes and then it became much tight. It was almost perfect. Then I shifted towards the window. 

What. The. Fuck. 

Am I on the 100th floor or something! It's way too much height! 

My breath refused to go in and out when I heard the door creaking. 

Come on, it's not a horror movie and neither is this house old that the door would creak. 

I think I heard a clicking sound of the door opening. 

"Planning to escape?" someone said. And that someone was definitely him. 

I stopped at my place. The rope was still in my hands, but I dropped it because of fear. 

"N-no," I said. 

"So, umm you were about to hang yourself?" he said and this time I was much scared. 

"N-no" I replied again. 

"You need a fucking lesson!" he said. "Bitch" 

"W-what?" I asked, my breath hitching. 

He picked up the rope and I already took many steps back so I was far away. 

"You will regret making this," he said, his hands roaming around the rope. 

"What? N-no.." I said but he brought it to me. I took many steps behind and finally hit the wall. 

"Be a good girl and come here. I'll not beat you much then" he said. 

All the colors from my face drained up. So, he... really will beat me. 

"P-please d-don't," I said. 

"Too late, Bruja," he said. 

Bru- again some foreign word? 

I was just wondering about the word when I felt a sudden pain in my forearm. I screamed in pain. Then it got to me that he whipped me. Why the hell did I make the rope so tight! 

"P-p-please stop," I said. 

He smirked. "It hurts?" he asked. 

I didn't know what to reply. I kept my mouth shut. 

"Speak, bruja!" he yelled and I stepped back, but then it hit me that I was already against the wall. 

I started crying. 

"Y-yes, it h-hurts" I cried. He smirked again. 

"You need to know this very well," he said. "I'm not who you think. Don't ever break my rules again, ever!" he yelled as he kept the rope down.

I nodded my head. 

"Words, Bruja!" he yelled. 

"U-understood sir," I said. 

"Good," he said. 

I didn't know what was going on. He was abusive? Really? I-I can't believe it. 

Should I ask about my parents? No! It's not a good time, Hailey. Just keep quiet. He's a psychopath. Of course, he is! 

"I think you want to ask something?" He said, the wicked smirk again making its presence.

"N-no," I said. 

"Don't lie, you know?" he said. "I'm dangerous," he said in a really dangerous tone.

"I... I want to meet my family..." I said. 

"Oh really?" he said and chucked. "They're safe as long as you're not with them," he said. 

"N-no don't h-hurt them," I said. 

"I won't," he said. "As long as you do what I say" he added. 

"P-please answer my... one question," I said finally with courage. 

"Yes?" 

"Wh-y did you... uh... do that..." I said. 

"Do what, Corazon?" 

"uh... I mean I was ready to m-marry you, I-I mean… Why did you lie?" 

"Ah. That's the fun, babes. You wouldn't be so much into your marriage if you knew it was me" he said. "The groom changed at the last moment, didn't it?" he said and chuckled. 

I didn't reply. I wanted to ask so many questions. But I can't. He has some mental health issues; he can change any second. 

"Now. Come with me" he said. I looked at him in fear.

Did I do something wrong? 

"uh... S-sir" 

"NOW" he yelled.

I didn't know what the hell was going on!