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She couldn’t tell how long her eyes were shut, but there was no doubt that had been the best sleep she had gotten since she arrived here. There was no nightmare like the previous nights, just a hot, sizzling.... dream?

Arianna instantly sat up with a baffled expression. That was a dream, right? Or perhaps, she had a dream inside a dream? This was not the first time she experienced such a complicated dream.

“No way,” Arianna shook her head unsure, her hand going to touch her lips where she vividly remembered the feel of Marcel’s lips on her. It felt soft and super real now that she was relishing the dream.

Then her memory moved to when Marcel slipped his finger inside of her and her breath hitched. Arianna gulped down saliva because she felt a little sore down there while remembering every single detail of the encounter.

Arianna groaned, holding her head with her hand when she recalled another important detail.

[Now, you are going to close your eyes and pretend this never happened. It was all a dream, you get me?]

But then, it was not a dream.

“Oh God,” Arianna cried out, pulling at her hair. She wanted to die, no, she deserved to die. How could she do this after her resolve in the same night?!

.....

Yes, Arianna couldn’t deny the fact that she was sexually attracted to Marcel, but she had to own a firm control over it. Going forth between Elijah and Marcel made her feel like a slut. She can’t be in love with two men nor could what she had with Elijah compare to the lust she felt for Marcel.

Although Elijah left her, Arianna would never regret the little time with him. Even if Elijah didn’t like her as much as she liked him, he was the first man to show her what a good relationship should look like.

With Elijah, she wanted a future but with Marcel, it was just sexual gratification – they wanted to satisfy their flesh. She understood the pattern; she was his new fling and until he -Marcel- finally has his way with her, she’d lose her fascination.

But Arianna couldn’t understand the fact he let go last night. Yesterday... A-hem, when they had been “busy”, Marcel had every opportunity to sleep with her since her defenses were down. Why didn’t he? Why did he stop?

In that state, Arianna was sure they would have gone to the end yet he held himself back. Why? Was this a game and he was building anticipation? Arianna didn’t know whether to be scared or thrilled.

Almost immediately, the door to her room was opened and a female staff walked in with a shopping bag.

“You are awake,” She said.

“Yes,” Arianna said, a bit of color in her cheeks as she tugged the polo shirt down her thighs. She didn’t need to guess what was going on in that woman’s head.

No, everyone in this house must think Marcel banged her already. After all, what was she? She was nothing but a hostage and had no right here. They must see her as a pretty decoration for Marcel to use whenever he pleased. She hated this.

That realization chased every stupid thought out of Arianna’s head. She now knew her place in this hell hole and all she would ever be – if she doesn’t escape. There was no future here.

“Who are you?” Arianna asked, putting up a fake smile amid her shame. She hoped to God that it wasn’t one of Marcel’s lovers who had come to mock and gloat about her situation. Arianna was in the mood to spill some blood – if that was the case. Her resentment has reached her limit.

“Oh, this,” The woman said and walked further into the room to drop the bag on the bed, “Boss had me shop some clothes for you. I hope you don’t mind if the clothes don’t exactly fit,” she said.

Arianna’s brow quirked, “Marcel did?” she only heard that part of the story.

“He said you should dress up quickly as well,”

“Quickly?” Arianna pointed out until she remembered that Marcel once announced she wouldn’t be staying here for long.

At once, her blood ran cold. Arianna had been so distracted by their little quarrels and intimacy that she forget that same man had other plans for her.

“Where is he taking me?” Arianna asked the girl, hoping that she would give her a hint at least. You know, help out a fellow lady thing.

“I’m not -”

“Please!” Arianna cut her off, coming to grab her hand, “You have to help me out,”

“I’m sorry,” the lady snatched back her hand, running off before Arianna could even stop her.

“Seriously,” Arianna cursed with a great sigh. What was she going to do? Committing suicide was now out of the question – she didn’t want to die anymore. Why should she give up on her life that easily? There are so many people in the hospital wishing for the free air she’s breathing. Life was precious!

Perhaps, she was making a huge deal out of nothing. Marcel made it clear that this was a trap for Elijah. Perhaps, this was going to be an exchange like she sees in the movies; her life for the weapons.

Who knows Elijah must be somewhere ready with Marvel’s weapon and waiting for her arrival.

She peeped into the bag, the clothes were fine. Marcel must be dressing her up to hand her over to Elijah. That must be the reason why, Arianna held on to that hope.

With no other choice left, she went into the bathroom where she freshened up and put on the flowered blouse and pants Marcel got her. She put her hair in a ponytail, Arianna needed her hair out of the way if the exchange calls for a fight.

Now she thought about it, would the exchange even go successfully. What if Marcel goes back on his promise of giving her to Elijah after he returns the weapon. She knew Elijah, he was a just and honorable mercenary, unlike the sly Marcel.

No, she had to think positively; everything would go well.

It had to go well.