Confined Love

What are you doing on the floor?"

I raised my head slowly and shakily and met Dimitri's blazing green eyes. I flinched, terrified of what punishment awaited me.

"I'm sorry," I said, "I couldn't make you lunch because of_"

"I don't give a damn about lunch. What the hell happened here? Why are you on the ground? Were you crying?" His questions were fired one after the other, his voice becoming increasingly thick with each one.

I burst into tears again, body trembling with the force of my sobs, "I don't even know where your kitchen is."

"At the end of that hallway," he nodded his head in the right direction, continuing to stare down at me with a blank expression, "Get up."

I bit my lip, "I can't."

"Why?" He snapped.

"I hurt my ankle."

"How?"

I thought about telling him what had happened with the maid, but would he even believe me? My new husband already thought of me as being a spoiled, worthless girl, and me pointing fingers at a maid this early would only make me appear to be a shrew, Ill tempered brat.

Also, I had no evidence against her.

"I fell," I lied.

"You fell," he echoed without inflection, "Are you sure about that? You know what I said about you lying to me?"

"I'm not lying," I replied.

He went down on his haunches till we were at eye level. His eyes searched mine intensely and then hardened, "you hit your head, it's going to bruise."

I reached up one shaky hand and touched my head, wincing at the pain.

Before I knew what was happening, I had been lifted into Dimitri's arms. I let out a startled squeak, throwing my arms around his neck for support. He turned in the opposite direction from the kitchen and carried me to a small room which contained a piano and a chaise lounge.

He dropped me on the piece of furniture and walked out, returning a moment later with a first aid box.

"What are you doing?" I asked in surprise as he knelt at my feet, and reached for my ankle.

"Which one is broken?" He asked, ignoring me.

"You don't have to_"

"The sooner you get fixed up, the faster you can start doing all the work you're supposed to do in this house," his voice was ice cold, "I'm doing this for myself not for you, so don't think for a moment I'm doing you any favors. Now, I'll ask again, which one is broken?"

I gingerly lifted my right foot and he slowly wrapped his long, large fingers around the ankle. I hissed at both the pain and the feeling of his hands on mine. There was a sudden tingling in my foot that had nothing to do with my broken ankle.

"It's not broken, just sprained," he informed me, "You will be fine."

"If you can get me to the kitchen, I'll start up on your meal," I rushed to say.

Just then there was a rap at the door. I turned to see the evil maid from earlier standing at the door and wearing a very innocent expression.

"What is it?"

"Boss, I came to inform you that your lunch is ready."

He didn't raise his head from where hw was wrapping a bandage around my ankle, and when I glanced at the maid, I saw her glaring at where his hand was on me as if my ankle had personally offended her. What was her problem? My only guess was that she wanted Dimitri for herself.

Well, she was free to have him.

"I don't remember asking you to make lunch for me," he replied.

A smile curved her mouth, "I overheard you telling her to make you lunch and I know she isn't Russian and won't be able to make our traditional meals, furthermore, she fell and hurt_"

He glanced up, "You saw her fall and your solution was to leave her there and go make lunch?"

"Well, I-I just thought that...I mean... I_"

"Stop that pathetic stammering and get out."

"But what about the food? It's your favorite, boss. We both know that even if she hadn't hurt herself, she wouldn't have been able to be useful in the kitchen," the maid spat, her voice full of bitterness.

Dimitri's jaw clenched as he tied off the bandage, and then he rose to his full, impressive height.

"You saw my wife on the floor, crying and in pains and you didn't think to let me know?" He asked, "My wife!"

I flinched at the roar of the words, confused at his hot and cold behavior. One second he acted like I was the dirt beneath his shoes and the next he acted like I was his treasure. If Dimitri continued like this, he wouldn't even need to stain his hand with blood by killing me.

His confusing attitude would lead me to an early grave first.

"B-but she's not one of us," she argued, "She_"

"If you value your life, the next words out of your mouth should be okay and then you'll make sure I never run into you again."

Whimpering, the maid turned and ran, but no without giving me one last contemptuous glance.

"Did she push you down?" The question came out of nowhere.

"it's my first time meeting her," i lied easily, wondering how I was doing it so easily even though I was unfamiliar with lying.

"And if I check the camera footages, would it corroborate your story."

I gulped and then closed my eyes, relaxing deeper into the chaise lounge, "Check if you wish, but you'd just b3 wasting your time." My heart was thudding so fast, imagining Dimitri finding out I was liar and pumping me full of bullets.

"Why do you care? It's not a real marriage after all, Is it?" Curiosity had once again gotten the better part of me and making me do one of the things he had warned about, which was asking him questions.

"Because, Zahra, I own you now, which means that I'm the only one who gets to deal with you. You'll suffer, never doubt that, but it will be in my hands and control."

Tears began to seep from my eyes, "I hate you."

He threw his head back and laughed, "you're going to do a whole lot worse than hate me when I'm done with you."