HIS PRISONER

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.

I just nodded, simply because I couldn’t figure out what to say to him.

Surprisingly, Hayden slowly got up from his seat and walked away towards a set of drawers. I watched

in wonder to see what he was going to do. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry at all as he moved leisurely

around his room. I felt like he was pondering some thoughts of his own in his own mind.

“I usually don’t like to do this but…it’s better to be safe than sorry, I guess…” Hayden said as he turned

back towards me. He had the most playful and excited smile on his face.

For a moment, he reminded me of a very excited boy who was about to show his best friend a new toy

that he had found. Hayden had his hands behind his back as if holding a surprise present for me. His

overly cheerful demeanor just filled me with dread. Something was totally off about all of this.

Slowly, as if making sure to add suspense to the moment, Hayden slowly unveiled the item that he was

holding behind his back.

Oh right…we all guessed it…it’s a pair of handcuffs. Totally normal…

Wait?! What?!

He doesn’t like to do this…says the man who just pulled a pair of handcuffs from his drawer like it was

nothing at all. My eyes popped wide as my mouth hung open in shock…

I guess my expression alone was enough for him to know that I demanded an explanation.

“Personally, I wouldn’t mind if you just disappeared from my life but…if you run away under my watch,

my old man’s going to kill me and then you, for sure,” Hayden said before faking a helpless shrug.

Instinctively, I began backing away from him as he approached me. Not that I had that much room to

scoot myself backwards on his king-sized bed.

“You’re not…serious…” I exclaimed in shock. © - All rights reserved.

“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…