Olivia Rodrigo - hope ur okay

Pain shot through her core. Everywhere inch and fibre of her screamed, aching and throbbing. She woke, feeling her throat going dry and a hunger stabbing her stomach. She rolled to her side expecting to see Gideon passed out next to her but his side of the bed was empty and cold.

He wasn't here.

She glanced at the clock - 4:47pm, the next day. She had slept the entire day.

Climbing off the bed and pulling off her woolly socks, Rory waddled the to the bathroom and into the shower. The warmth of the water cascading down her hair and back washing off the dirt and her sweat mixed in with his scent. It helped relieve the sting pain between her legs and clean the dried blood down there.

Last night or rather the early of the morning, she was sure she felt so fill as if Gideon had forced himself into her again, stuffing her insides to the rim with his cock. Warm fluid had painted the inside of her thighs dirty the only evidence that he was there momentarily.

Where had he gone?

Wrapping a cream towel around herself, Rory stepped out of the shower and gasped in surprise at the small figure standing by her door.

A little girl perhaps no order than 4 or 5 years old. Long brown hair, the colour of dark oak and matching dark eyes; doe and curious. She wore a baby pink floral dress that feel to her ankles with matching ballet flats, and held a white rabbit doll to her chest. She was adorable.

"Buenas noches." She said shyly before darting out of the room. Though, Rory could still hear her calling for her mama and conversations in Spanish she couldn't quite grasp.

There wasn't a lot of clothing in her bags that was suited for the warmth of Colombia. She had packed in a hurry and didn't expect to be kidnapped. Rory slide into a sweatshirt and a baggy trouser.

She emerged from her room and made eye contact with Luci, she was sitting on the couch with the little girl. Her mouth parted in realisation when she saw the child laying backwards on the armrest playfully. It was her daughter, their resemblance was clear.

"Lolo, say hi and introduce yourself!" Luci smiled, setting her daughter upright.

"Hola!" She waved, "Me llamo Cielo. Tengo cuatro años," holding up 4 fingers.

Luci frowned, "In English please. You have to practice."

"My name is Cielo. I am 4 years old." She corrected adorably in a whining tone.

Her mother only chuckled, shaking her head and turning to meet Rory's eyes.

"How are you?" She asked, perhaps in the politest manner there was.

"I'm fine." She managed to croak out without crying. The expression and the stance screamed otherwise. Arms wrapped around her body and sunken eyes, skin so pale it made her look ill.

Luci nodded at the gift bag sitting on the coffee table, her eyes travelling between the two. Sighing, she instructed her daughter to bring a glass of water from the kitchen. She reached for the boxes in the bag, popping one pill from the foil. Cielo did as she was told and running back with a tall glass with water in her tiny hands moments later.

A glass of water and a pill in hand, Luci moved to Rory. She popped the pill into Rory's mouth and gently pushed the glass against her lips. She swallowed it down, her eyes welling with tears from the shame and embarrassment that someone had to do this for her.

Rory had never been on birth control. There was no need since she was kept in her father's house isolated from society and with her mother suffering from her illness, she hardly had the time to spare for boys and dates.

She followed Luci and Cielo silently out of the room, they took the private elevator to the ground floor - the one she entered the building with Gideon on her first day. A black SUV awaited them where she climbed in without a word. Despite her long naps she was too exhausted to speak, sleep was still lingering in her system. Thus, when the car began moving and her head met the headrest, she fell asleep.

When she woke again, coldness prickled her skin and the familiar sounds of turbulence rang in her ear. The moment she managed to make sense of her surrounding, the plane touched down and rolled into halt.

Through her hazy vision she made out a dark hair figure leaning over her.

"Mama, she's awake." A tiny voice called.

Forcing her eyes opened and taking in her surroundings, she noticed that she was on a plane again.

"Where am I now?" The question came out laced with bitterness and exhaustion.

Right now she could careless about what Gideon intended to do with her. The fight had already left her body long ago, when she realised she couldn't win against him. Every time she thought she had pinned him, he a move that completely caught her off guard. The man wasn't even afraid to take a bullet just to prove he was the superior one.

"Home." Cielo answered, "My mama is waiting outside, come on."

Her little hand slide into Rory's, clutching gently that it made her heart swell. Calmness and warmth filled her. For the first time, in the presence of this child, she realised she wasn't scared. May be it was because children were innocence, they don't know the horrors to come when they grew up.

They were driven to an estate several miles from the big city of Medellín, in the mountain ranges. They passed through some iron wrought gates and continue driving along a private road, shrouded by tall thick trees.

The estate was set upon a hill with parts of the mansion built into the rocks. Brown wood and stone structure and with grey stone roofing, looking like a ski chateau her stepmother used to spend winters in with her friends. Of course, Rory only ever saw the pictures, she never got to go.

As the car comes to a stop, servants in black and white uniforms come out to greet them - unloading the car and taking Cielo's into their arms. It was clear the little girl is well loved her.

"Señora, welcome home!" A short and plump mocha coloured woman greeted in accented English. "I'm María, Head housekeeper."

María wound her arm around Rory's waist and helped her up the stairs to the mansion. The sunset had set and the front pool, with a cascading waterfall, was illuminated by lights underneath the water.

The mansion was beautiful, and the people, she glanced around, welcomed her with warm smiles. They weren't like Gideon who had thrown threats after threats at her.

"Wow, the ring! Señor sure does have good taste."

Rory followed the eyes of the servants to her ring finger. Two ring sat on her hand, her engagement ring and the simple golden band she had exchanged with Gideon on the alter. Both of which costed millions.

"We saw the pictures from the wedding!" María exclaimed, "It was beautiful!"

She nodded, a silent thank you leaving her tight lip. It wasn't her place to say since she made no effort nor had planned the entire thing.

After introductions were over, they sat in the massive dining hall and the servants bring numerous dishes cooked by Michelin chefs. She didn't realise how hungry she was until she reached her third serving of the meal and still had room for dessert.

María appeared by her side, a phone in hand. Her bright smile, so dazzling that Rory felt rather content. Everyone here was so nice to her.

"Señor is on the phone. He wishes to talk to you." She said and the happiness dispersed.

She grimaced and hesitantly took it from María's hand, putting the phone to her ear.

"Hello." She stammered.

"How is my wife after our night of passion?" He chuckled lowly. "I miss you so much and I'm sorry that I had to leave after our wedding. But my business couldn't wait."

She remained silent, letting Gideon do all the talking.

"What are you doing right now?"

"I'm having dinner with Luci and Cielo." She replied.

"Have you been to our room yet?"

"No, I haven't seen much of the house."

"I left you a gift." She could feel the proud smug through the phone. "Because your obedience has very much please me."

Her skin crawled at his words. There was something so condescending about his tone - he sounded like he was speaking to a child who needed to be rewarded for good behaviour. She clenched her jaw, having no words to reply to him though she did have one question.

"Where are you?" She asked, merely out of curiosity.

"Abu Dhabi." He replied, a moment later, "I'll be back within the week. Try not to miss me too much."

Rory hummed in reply yet again having no words for him.

"Goodnight, my wife."

"Goodnight." She said back not knowing whether it was night time or daytime where he was.

When dinner ended, María showed her the master bedroom, Gideon's room. Back at home, she never entered her father's room and had only peaked into through the opened door. Compared to their room, this one was much bigger, coming with its own living space overlooking massive panel windows leading out to circular balcony.

To her surprise, the room embodied cream and wooden palettes. It was totally the opposite of Gideon's private floor in Bogotá.

Her bags were placed on the cream couches and she searched for the pills Luci gave her and sighed in relief as they were in her bag. From the cum she had found on her inner thighs, she had a feeling Gideon wasn't going to be using a condom anymore.

Opening the double to the walk-in closet, her mouth dropped to the floor in shock. Racks and neat piles of feminine clothing filled the closet on one side, stack of shoes and bags on the shelves. She walked inside, her fingertips grazing the expensive fabric.

These clothes must have costed him a fortune since they were all branded.

After putting her stuff away where she could find space, Rory searched the room for her gift. On the vanity was a home phone with a note underneath it instructing her to enter star 1. Pressing the buttons, the phone rings a few times before someone picked up.

"Hello?"