I felt Hayden’s eyes on my face, my chest and then sliding down the rest of my body as if he was appraising me. It made me feel uncomfortable, naked, and exposed in front of him. It was so unfair, how he seemed to be able to see through me while I couldn’t see anything in his emotionless eyes at all.
Suddenly, Hayden sighed loudly before squeezing his hands together, cracking his knuckles. I didn’t like what I was seeing...at all...
"So...why did you run?" Hayden asked, sounding as emotionless as ever.
I dreaded the arrival of this question and now that he had asked it, I didn’t know how to reply. Hayden must have wanted to ask me this from the beginning but had waited for us to be alone with everything settled. Although so much time had passed, I still wasn’t sure why I did it exactly.
Hayden watched me as I struggled to provide an answer to his question. I couldn’t tell if he sympathized with my situation or not and on second thought, I would rather that he did not.
"Did you honestly think that you could get away?" Hayden asked, arching his brow at me curiously. It had been a while since I’ve seen his face show any emotion.
"No...I didn’t think so..." I replied. I could answer this question easily, unlike the other one.
"But you went ahead and did it anyways...I guess being with me was that bad, huh?" Hayden said as he laughed a little. It was a laugh that told me that he didn’t find anything about any of this funny.
"I’m sorry..." I said, meaning it. What I did was foolish at best, and it was a result of my own desperation. He was right, logically speaking, there was no why that I could get away from him...or his father and the gang.
With my own foolishness, I put myself in danger...and then Hayden as well. I bit my lower lip in frustration at my own helplessness.
"You didn’t need to run away. I already agreed to let you go free after the 30 days are over. You couldn’t wait that long?" Hayden asked rhetorically.
I felt like a high school girl receiving counselling from the school’s counselor for misbehaving. Hayden’s gaze made me feel unsure of myself and what I really wanted.
"Oh this? Don’t worry, it’s the real thing. Completely made of steel, police and army-grade. Not those playthings for BDSM stuff that amateurs use..." Hayden said, his smile very much intact.
He continued walking slowly towards me and his bed, the steel handcuff plainly on display in his hand. I wasn’t worried at all whether the handcuff was real or not...it was still a handcuff!
"No...Hayden...Please. I won’t go anywhere. I promise...I swear!" I started pleading desperately. This is plain crazy.
I felt the bed creak and sink with Hayden’s added weight as he crawled on top of the bed and joined me. He was close to me with his face only a few inches from mine in no time at all. I felt the metal of the headboard against my back and knew that I had nowhere else to run. Not that running away, would save me now, anyways.
"Don’t resist..." Hayden said, his voice so cold that I literally froze.
When his hand reached out for my wrist, I flinched and then my eyes widened in surprise. His touch on my wrist was unexpectantly gentle. His fingers were warm; however, that warmth was quickly replaced by the coldness of steel as the handcuff clicked around my left wrist before the other clicked around the metal headboard of the bed.
Reflexively, I began yanking my arm against the hold of the handcuff. Not surprisingly, I couldn’t break free. I was now handcuffed to the bed...what is happening to my life?!
"Don’t struggle, Malissa...it’s just going to hurt," Hayden advised, seriously.
Well, thank you for stating the obvious but what else do you propose that I do now that I’m pretty much chained to the bed?
"Let me go...Hayden..." I said as I frowned at him.
Hayden lazily got off the bed as if he was done with whatever business that he had with me. I watched him stretched lazily with his back turned towards me as he began walking towards the door. However, as if he remembered something he turned his head around to look at me again.
--To be continued...