Confined Love

Zahra.

The car ride home was tense, and my hands were clammy. Cold sweat rolled down my back, and my heart was pounding a nervous rhythm in my chest. I had finally succeeded in pushing Dimitri to the wall and this time around, I was surely going to face the consequences.

The closer the car got to the house, the harder I shook. By the time the car pulled over at the house, I was shaking so hard that I thought my legs would give out beneath me.

Dimitri had no patience for my anxiousness. He immediately grabbed hold of my arm and began to drag me into the house, uncaring that I was in a long, restrictive dress and sky high heels.

I concentrated on not falling face first as I was dragged through the house like a rag doll.

"Dimitri, p-please. I didn't mean to!" I cried, but all my pleas fell on deaf ears. I didn't know where my husband was dragging me to or what plans he had for me, and that in itself made my skin feel tight and achy with panic.

Finally we got to the door of my bedroom, and he threw me in.

I let out a startled cry as I fell to the floor, my previously injured ankle burning under the pressure of my shoes and the rough treatment.

"I've given you too much leeway, and it's made you forget what you are here," he sneered, "A pawn! A card in the stack. A tool of my revenge. Nothing more."

"Go to hell!" I cried, tears streaming from my eyes, "You know what, Dimitri, do your worst. Anything is better than being stuck in this hell with you. Put a bullet to my head and just end this!"

He bent down to his haunches and gripped my jaw between his jaw and forefinger, "There you go again, thinking that you can tell me what to do. I'll end your miserable existence when I see fit and not a moment sooner."

The green eyed man dragged his thumb over my lower lip, gaze dropping to it. My mouth parted automatically for him, and he slid his thumb just far enough to make contact with my tongue.

I sucked in a breath, and surprise flickered in his eyes, followed by a coldness that made me shiver.

Rising to his feet, he stepped away from me, "I'll let you stew in here till you've come to your senses and realized that you should be grateful to me for saving you from your bleak fate in that dump."

"You brought me out from the heat and cast me into hell," I snarled, "I don't think there's much to be grateful about."

My husband's mouth curved up into a small smile, and then he shut the door behind him, lock turning with an audible click. I immediately jumped into action, leaping toward the door and banging against the solid wood with my fists.

"Let me out! Let me out, please!" I screamed, "You can't do this. I hate you. You're a coward. Only a coward would lock a woman up."

The only thing my screams got me was a sore throat and eventually, I slid to the floor exhausted. I buried my face in my hands and sobbed. How much longer was I going to live like this till he was satisfied with my performance and let me go? Was he ever going to let me go?

I crawled over to my bed, relieved that at least the room was comfortable and I wouldn't have to go through this house imprisonment like an animal. How long did my husband plan to keep me locked up? Probably indefinitely, because his plan to have me thank him for dragging me into this horrible situation would never happen.

I had nothing to be grateful to Dimitri Kozlov for.

The days blended together in a haze of boredom and despair. The only evidence that Dimitri was still in the house was the regular sound of his car driving in and out of the compound.

After the first day, hunger had began to gnaw on me and I had desperately began to search my room for any means of escape. I didn't have any lock picking skills, and the door was too solid for my effort banging on it to make any difference.

By day three, I was pathetically curled up in bed fantasizing about food.

By day five, I began a renewed search for a means of escape, but this time around, I was searching for a way to escape my life. A way to end it all.

As if my bastard of a husband was privy to my dark thoughts, the door suddenly clicked open, and there he stood, looking crisp and sharp in a double breasted, pinstripe, navy suit while I looked like I had come straight from the psychiatric ward.

I expected him to look smug about my appearance, but he gave no indication that he could see how much of a mess I looked. Calmly, he walked into the room and settled into a chair by the corner, then dropped a paper bag at his feet.

"Hungry?" He drawled.

I stared at him mouth gaping. I had never hated anyone how I hated Dimitri in that moment. But the hate only grew with every word that came out of his mouth.

"Use your words, Zahra." His use of my name jolted me and I licked my parched lips.

"Yes."

He motioned at the paper bag, "Eat."

I began to walk toward him, but he shook his head, "You want it? Crawl to it."

My teeth snapped with an audible click and my body shook with rage. He remained unperturbed, by the hatred shining in my eyes, seating there like it was his throne.

Too famished and weak, my pride was a thing of the past. Tears burning the back of my eyes, I dropped to my hands and knees and crawled over to my husband. I waited for the smug smile to settle over his features, but he just watched me steadily till I was at his feet.

"What n-next?" I stuttered.

"Go ahead." He said.

I immediately snatched the paper bag and pulled out all the food contained inside. The amazing smell hit me first and i breathed in deeply. My stomach let out a gurgle and growl that made my cheeks flame hot, but it wasn't like it was any more embarrassing than crawling and eating at Dimitri's feet like an obedient dog.

I dug into the food with gusto, uncaring about the mess I was making.

"We're going out. Get ready in an hour." He suddenly ordered.

I glanced up at him, mouth bulging with chicken, "Where are we going to?"

"What did I say about asking questions?" He asked coldly, "Be ready in an hour, Kotenok. Or we can add a few more days to your confinement and see if you'll learn to behave."

Our eyes clashed, green against hazel and i swallowed down my food, "of course, whatever you say husband."