Chapter 18
Lyla
Playing House
A soft hand caresses my face and I jolt awake. My head pounds and my body aches. I open my eyes and see Kenneth with a medical kit, removing glass from my body.
“It’s okay Angel. I’m just cleaning you up before dinner.
” he says softly and my eyes widen. “Don’t be afraid.
I won’t hurt you. I’m going to make you all better.
” My body shakes in fear because I don’t trust him.
He’s already put his hands on me and now as I look around, I realize I am in his home.
I wince as he takes another piece of glass out of the side of my ribs and he looks up at me.
“The worst is already over. Here, take these. Your head must be throbbing.” He says, handing me a few pills. I look down at them then up at him.
“W-what are these?” I ask, knowing they aren’t what they should be.
“Just take them Angel. It will make your head feel better. Dinner is almost ready.” he says but I shake my head.
“TAKE THEM!” He yells, causing me to jump.
My lip trembles in fear as I bring the small white pills to my mouth.
He watches as he lifts the glass of water, bringing it to my lips.
“Drink!” he orders as I take a sip of the water, swallowing the cold liquid along with the pills.
He removes the glass setting it down then grips my cheeks forcing my mouth open to look inside making sure I swallowed what he gave me.
“Good girl, my Angel,” he smiles, letting my face go.
I look around and notice I’m in the living room on a couch not wearing the clothes I left Velvet Veil in. What the fuck?
“What am I doing here, Kenneth?” I ask and he sighs.
“I told you. You are mine. You wouldn't listen to me so you forced my hand. Now you are going to eat dinner with me and come up with a plan for our future.” He tells me as he presses a wet gauze to my forehead making me wince again.
“Our future?” I ask and he sighs again.
“Yes, Lyla. Our future. There will be rules once I allow you to leave. I love that you want to be a doctor so I’m going to let you finish school before we marry.
Then we will have children and move out of this house into something…
bigger.” He adds and my eyes widen. He can’t be this na?ve to think the moment I get to leave here that I will actually return. Absolutely the fuck not.
“That’s your plan? To keep me here against my will. Allow me to go to school. Play house and give you babies? Did I get that right?” I sass and he growls.
“Yes. Exactly that. Now come. It’s dinner time.” He commands, holding his hand out for me to take.
“And what if that’s not the future I want for myself?” I ask, jutting my chin out. The same hand he held out for me slaps me across the face making my head whip to the side. I wince from the sting and lift my palm, placing it against my cheek.
“You don’t get the option. If you would’ve come willingly.
Then maybe but since you didn’t these are the consequences.
” he spits, lifting me by the arm and dragging me towards the kitchen.
I thrash in his hold as he slams me down in a wooden chair making me cry out as he tucks me against the table.
“Stop being a brat. You once told me you loved me. That I was your everything. Now it’s time to prove it.
” He states, walking away towards the oven taking a pan out.
I look around the room seeing if I can use anything to hurt him so I can fucking escape but everything is so bare.
There’s not even a knife on the table, just a plate with a plastic fork.
What the fuck do I do? Do I play his game and hope I can get out of here or do I fight and could possibly die here tonight? Fuck!
“I made you your favorite. Lasagna with no meat.” he smiles so proud of himself. I want to gag and tell him I fucking hate lasagna even if it’s a lie. Now he’s ruined it for me and I’ll never look at my favorite food the same way again. Instead, I smile and thank him.
“Awe, you shouldn’t have darling. I’m supposed to be the one to cook for you. Did you work today?” I ask in a sickly sweet tone. Bile rises in my throat with every word that just left my lips.
“Not tonight, Angel. Tonight is a special night and I wanted to make you dinner instead.” he says as he sets the pan in front of us. He sticks a spatula into the cheesy pasta and I grab his wrist gently.
“It needs to settle. Otherwise it will be like soup.” I tell him and he nods, placing the spatula down then cups my cheek.
“So sweet Angel. I love you.” He coos and I want to vomit. I bite the inside of my lip as he waits for me to respond.
“I love you too, Kenneth.” I lie and he sits down beside me, placing his hand on my bare thigh. My body freezes because I do not want his hands anywhere on me. I don’t know how I’m supposed to fake this. Not when I’m in fight or flight mode.
“See, it’s not so bad finally admitting your true feelings for me. I knew I loved you the moment I laid eyes on you. Such a sweet sexy little angel. Do you remember the minute you fell in love with me?” he asks and I bite my cheek, trying to think quickly of a time I can use.
“The first time we had sex.” I tell him and he smiles.
“Ahh, that was an amazing night. You took my virginity, Lyla. I saved it for you.” he tells me and my eyes widen. What the fuck? This man is a fucking lunatic.
“For me?”
“Yes, for you. It’s only ever been you, baby.” he smiles again as his hand moves higher up my thigh. My legs start to tremble the closer he gets to my panties.
“Ca-can we eat now. I’m starving.” I say and he winks.
“Can I eat you first? I would love to watch you enjoy the meal while I enjoy mine.” He asks but I shake my head and he raises a brow.
“Sorry Angel. But you don’t get a choice.
” he growls, picking up the spatula and digging it into the pan and slapping a slice onto my plate.
“Now eat!” he orders, turning my chair to face him as he gets on his knees, spreading my legs and pulling me towards him.
He looks up at me and growls. “I said EAT!” He yells making me jump as he rips my panties from my body and shoves his face between my legs.
I dig my fork into the pasta and shove it into my mouth as his tongue hits my clit.
I jump and he digs his fingers into my thighs roughly making me wince.
Tears fall down my face because I hate this.
I want to go home. I want to get away from him but I can’t help what my body makes me feel as he uses his tongue.
I take another bite as a finger sinks into me causing my legs to tremble.
More tears fall down my cheeks but I quickly wipe them away trying so hard not to pay attention to what he is doing to me.
I just keep thinking of Case. All I want is Case. I want to go home to him. I don’t want to fucking be here. Maybe if I just keep thinking of the man I truly love. This night will end faster and I’ll finally get to leave here. Only one could hope right?