Two weeks filled with nothing but depression, tears, anxiety, and guilt eating away at me. Though this time was spent with me healing, it doesn't feel that way. I'm almost certain I'd gotten worse, mentally.

I've been locked in his home in the same room with no one to talk to, no sort of entertainment, nothing at all. The only people I saw from time to time was the doctor, who would help tend to my wounds and Zhayne, unfortunately.

He would come in often, every day to check on me. He'd make sure I was taking my pain medication and that my injuries were properly taken care of. Zhayne even went so far as to cook meals for me every single day.

I didn't want to eat it.

I wanted nothing from Zhayne.

But that did not matter. Nothing did. It was his way or the highway. So I had no choice but to force myself to eat whatever he had prepared for me, despite wanting to crack the plate over his head every time he came in to feed me.

I hated it. I hate Zhayne. I found it appalling how he was the one who had inflicted all of this pain on me, yet he wants to be the one who helps me heal? How does that make sense? Just how crazy is this man?

It angered me to no end. I don't want to deal with him, but he finds a way to invade my personal space every chance he gets and it's infuriating. I know that there's nothing I can do to change that, though. Zhayne is much too powerful for me to stand up to.

Not only that, but lives are on the line, so I have to be smart about my decision making for the sake of Nas and my mother, who must be worried...Zhayne has yet to give me a chance to speak with her so there's no telling how she's holding up. I can't help but feel sick whenever I think about how Zhayne had threatened to take her life if I hadn't did what I had to Nas.

Despite that it was to save my mom, I still couldn't get over the fact that I'd taken off someone's arm. I felt like a piece of crap because of it. I would do anything to take it back if I could, but I can't. I can only imagine the amount of pain he was in after. Just thinking about it made me feel nauseous. I put a hand over my mouth, swallowing the bile that I could feel rising in the back of my throat.

I'm basically stuck, walking on eggshells all the time careful not to make the wrong move. I'm always paranoid, wondering what small mistakes would trigger him into doing the unthinkable. It drives me crazy dwelling on the thought but I can't help it. I have to obey his every command in order to have their lives spared, now that I think about it...

All I've been able to do these past 2 weeks is . I've noticed along the way that my thoughts have progressively gotten even more violent the more I thought about my circumstance. But I know I can't act on them, I'm too weak.

Knowing that causes me to go from angry to heartbroken all over again. I always knew I was weak, but to be weak and have no choice but to stay that way because of what's been thrown in my face is a whole other level of disappointing.

Ugh. I rubbed my hands over my tired eyes and moved to get up off the bed so I could hop in the shower. This pretty much had been my daily morning routine for the past 2 weeks. I would wake up, have some sort of panic attack, get lost in my thoughts, then in order to distract myself I'd get in the shower.

Warm showers didn't work the way they used to. My negative thoughts still clouded my mind. But I guess it was somewhat better than sitting and staring at a wall like I had been. I mean, what other choice do I have? I've been locked in here for so long with nothing to do.

I pushed the covers off of me and slowly hooked one of my injured legs over the side of the bed. I hissed as my toes touched the carpet. Just a little bit of pressure on it hurt really bad, but I refuse to lay in bed all day like Zhayne wants me to. He wants to do everything for me. I won't have it, though.

I want to get as much as I can done by myself so that I can avoid contact with him. Though that was kind of pointless because Zhayne finds a way to touch me no matter what.

"What are you doing?" I gasped, startled by the sudden interruption as I covered my nearly naked body back up with the sheets. I glanced up, seeing Zhayne standing in the doorway with his thick arms crossed in front of him.

He was fully dressed in his usual fancy attire. Black on black suit without the blazer, a thin and shiny chain wrapped around his neck and a flashy watch on his wrist along with his pinky ring. I also noticed that he'd ditched the gel today, so his hair wasn't styled. It taken on a more messy look, with loose blonde strands hanging in his face.

I looked away from him. "I-I...was about to get in the shower." I told him truthfully, but held the sheets up further as I saw him walk closer to me until he reached my side of the bed. I leaned back slightly, finding the closeness too much. I don't want to be near him.

"I told you to wait until I got back. You don't listen...Here-" he outstretched both of his hands. I looked down at them, shivering at the mere memory of the damage those have caused. But I sucked it up. Repressing a stressed sigh, I dropped the sheet and lifted my own hands, placing them in his much larger ones.

He gripped mine tight and murmured for me to stand up slowly. I huffed, concentrating heavily before I carefully stood up. Zhayne using his immense strength to pull me helped a great deal. Even though I didn't really want it, part of me was thankful for his assistance, because if he hadn't helped I'd probably fallen. Then he'd be pissed at me.

When I was balanced on my two feet, Zhayne let go of one of my hands and wrapped one of his arms around my waist for support to keep me held upright. "Are you okay to walk on your own?" He asked. I nodded my head, not meeting his gaze. I can feel his intense stare burning holes in the top of my head. "Angel what did I tell you?" He growled, making my anxiety start up out of nowhere. I looked at him, feeling myself start to tremble.

"Y-yes I am...I-I can walk, Zhayne." I assured him. He narrowed his eyes at me but took my word for it and allowed me to be released from his firm hold. The pain did get a little harder for me to bear since I didn't have his support taking the extra weight off of my legs, but I can deal with it.

I quietly thanked him before I slowly began to limp toward the dresser in search of something to wear for today. Zhayne stood nearby the entire time, probably to make sure that I don't fall over.

When I finally reached it, I placed my hands firmly on the top of the wooden surface for support. I still don't fully trust myself to be able to stand on my own for a long period of time unless I have something to grab on, which is extremely unfortunate. I might as well be in a wheel chair at this point.

I let out a long exhale as I began to rummage through different drawers, looking for articles of clothing. I chose something simple. I don't really care about what I wear anymore, so I just pick out the first thing I see. Plus, Zhayne had purchased all of these clothes for me anyways.

When I first found out he did I didn't want to wear anything, because of the simple fact that it came from him and because his style for me was completely different from what I liked. But I stopped caring. I don't even know why I did in the first place...But one thing he did keep in mind was that I liked wearing women's underwear. So he'd bought hundreds of those without me knowing. To say it freaked me out would honestly be an understatement. But I tried my best not to think too hard about it.

I closed the last drawer and went to limp toward the bathroom but I came to a stop when I saw two large tattooed hands place themselves on the dresser on either side of me and felt a pair of soft, thick lips tracing my neck.

I froze in place, clutching the clothes I had in my hands to my chest. What is he doing? Zhayne didn't move for a while. He stood firm, keeping me caged in his intense body heat as he inhaled my scent deeply. It took everything in me to not attempt to back away from him.

"Look at me." He commanded with his lips still lingering on the pale skin. The mere sound of his deep voice made the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight.

I hesitated, but I lifted my eyes to meet his dark, heated gaze through the mirror placed on top of the dresser. Cold chills ran up and down my spine, seeing how pathetic I looked. I'm so small and frail, and I looked sickly compared to what I used to. My eyes have dulled completely. They weren't even blue anymore, they'd turned to a dark, stormy gray. Similar to how Zhayne's looked when he got angry...I was a mess.

As if that wasn't enough, the image of me encased in his arms with his lips on my neck as I'm on the verge of tears was even more sickening. But on the contrary...Zhayne...he just looked downright evil. Because that's what he is. That's what he always will be.

When he locked my gaze with his, he raised his lips to my ear and began to speak. "I'm going out today, Angel." He started, his mouth brushing up against the shell of my ear, making me flinch the slightest bit. "I have very important business to take care of, so I will be gone until later tonight."

My hold on the clothes tightened to an almost death grip as Zhayne lifted one of his hands from the dresser and brought it to my thigh. "If you're good, then I'll take you somewhere nice when I get back. But that all depends on your behavior..." he trails off, softly dragging his fingertips until they reach my inner thigh.

"Will you be good?" He asked me, running his hand over the stitches. My heart stopped as he kept his hand placed there. He had no intention of moving unless I answered. I swallowed thickly, nodding my head.

"Y-yes, Zhayne."

"You're aware of the consequences if you do otherwise, correct?" He inquired, his voice going down an octave. This was a test. Zhayne is testing me.

"Yes." I responded, trying so hard to keep the tears from falling. He scares me so much. And the pathetic part of this whole ordeal is that he hasn't done a thing just yet, but I'm terrified. I can't help but be on edge every time he's near me.

"Good." He grabbed my face and made me tilt my head upward. Zhayne places a small, delicate kiss on my lips before pulling back with a satisfied smile on his face. He moves away from me and heads for the door, leaving me practically gasping for air. "Be ready by 8." And after that, he was gone.

I didn't get in the shower right away. As soon as I was sure he left, I cried. I spent a little over a half an hour, crying my eyes out. I'm so tired of it, but there's nothing else I can do to relive my frustration. So, I cry. Over and over again...

Eventually I'd gotten up when I felt calm enough. I got in the shower and stayed in there for a while before I got out. Then the doctor came in and replaced the bandages on my legs and hand with new ones. And without a word exchanged between us, he left. I'm sure Zhayne had told him not to speak to me at all. In fact he probably didn't want him to even do so much as touch me, but Zhayne couldn't tend to me all the time. Someone had to do it.

When I was done with all of that, I got dressed and headed downstairs to the dining room, where he had one of his workers prepare a small breakfast for me. Like I said, I don't have much of an appetite but I'm out of options. I have a feeling that even though he's not here, that he would find out if I hadn't eaten anything. Even if that isn't the case, I don't know. But I'm not taking any chances.

I sat myself down in one of the chairs in the fancy room and waited patiently for someone to arrive. It took a long time, to be honest. I got so bored that I started making random beats on the table with my fingers. But right when I was about to say forget it and attempt to make something myself, I saw someone approach me from the corner of my eye.

I looked up and saw a middle aged man dressed in your average 'butler' attire striding toward the table, carrying a plate in one of his gloved hands. I furrowed my brows as he reached me and sat the plate down on the table in front of me...Th man nodded curtly before he turned away to leave. I quickly called out to him before he could disappear from my line of sight. He spun back around on his heel, meeting my gaze.

I stared at him for a little longer, soon coming to recognize him as the man who was of assistance to Zhayne during the whole thing with Eliseo. I noticed he also had that same golden trey, which he had my plate sitting on previously.

"Is there something you need me to do for you sir?" He asked with a polite smile on his face. I watched as the corners of his eyes crinkled as he did so. I couldn't find the right words to reply with right away, I didn't want to sound creepy or stupid so I sat quietly for a moment to try and find something...decent to say.

"Uhm. H-haven't I met you before?"

The stranger looked startled for a second, hesitating to respond but his warm smile returned in a split second. "Yes, yes you have. Angel, correct?" He asks, his smooth voice managing to make me feel even more at ease. There was something about this mans spirit shining through him that made me feel warm. I can already tell he's a very genuine person, despite the environment he's working in.

"Y-yes. And you?"

"Josiah, sir. Pleased to meet you. I'm glad I could introduce myself this time in a not so violent situation." He added with a light chuckle. I giggled, enjoying the slightest bit of humor. On any other normal day I wouldn't have laughed, but honestly anything...anything positive could make me happy at this point. I appreciated his friendliness.

I intended to keep it at that. I offered him a tight lipped smile, before beginning to eat the food before me. It's still a struggle and I don't think I will finish but I can try. I don't want to hear Zhayne's mouth.

About 30 seconds had passed, and I had already taken a couple bites. As I chewed my food, I looked up and noticed Josiah still standing there, looking at me with a confused expression. My eyes darted left and right, trying to figure out why he was staring so intensely.

"Um...Are you okay?" I asked with my mouth full, worried for him.

Josiah squinted, studying me. "I am perfectly fine, sir." He started, trailing off for a moment as he took in all of my features with his eyes now slightly widened. "I can't help but feel as if I've met you beforehand." He said with the shake of his head as if he's not understanding what's going on.

Now I'm kind of alarmed. I carefully swallowed my food, looking at him cautiously. "I-uh. Y-yeah. At the club, remember?" I asked him feeling myself panic even more as he didn't look convinced.

"No." He shook his head again. "That's not it." Josiah countered. There was a short and awkward pause before he let out a heavy sigh, his mood seeming a lot different than it was not even 30 seconds ago. "I...I apologize for my impoliteness...I'll be on my way. Just let me know if you need anything, Angel." He bowed quickly before making his way out of the dining room before I could could think of a reply.

What is he talking about? I met him once before and that was when Zhayne murdered Eliseo. I don't ever recall seeing him other than that...

I thought about it for a while before brushing it off. He was most likely just mistaking me for someone else. That happens quite often, especially when you're up their in age like he is...No offense at all by the way, it was just an observation.

I was finished with about half of my plate when I decided I was done. I pushed it aside and made my way out of the dining room. I guess since there's nothing else to do I'll sleep until Zhayne gets here.

"Baby."

I woke up to Zhayne's voice murmuring in my ear softly. "H-huh? What? Where am I?" I asked, wiping my eyes. When did I get here? I looked around to see I was sitting in the backseat of a car in Zhayne's lap, parked in front of a fancy restaurant of some sort. He stroked the back of my hair, planting a kiss on my forehead.

"When I got home you were sleep. I tried waking you up but you wouldn't. So I just carried you. Come on." He tells me before lifting me off of his lap and guiding me out of the vehicle.

I didn't say much, given the fact that I was too tired to. And I was too out of it to really take in my surroundings, like I would have any other time. But all I know is Zhayne had checked in at some front desk telling a lady who worked there that he had a reservation under his name for a private room.

She led us upstairs to the top floor and we stopped at a gorgeous, and spacious dining area for two. There was a glorious view of city from high up, due to the large glass windows. That's pretty much all I cared to memorize.

She sat us down at the table and asked us what drinks we would like to order. Zhayne took out his drink menu, looking bored with the options. He didn't search for long before he put it back down, telling the nice lady that he'd settle for red wine. She smiled and wrote that down, before turning to me and asking me the same question.

I was going to tell her what I wanted, but Zhayne had butted in and answered before I got the chance. "He'll have water." He told her and closed the menu I was holding.

The lady arched a brow, looking confused. "I'm sorry sir, you said he'll have what?" She asked. I could tell she was embarrassed because her cheeks had turned a deep cherry red. Zhayne side eyed her.

"Water." He repeated.

The waiter was still confused. At this point Zhayne looked about ready to put a bullet in her head but for some odd reason he's keeping his cool today. "Are you fuckin' dumb? Bitch I said he'll have a water. It's not that fuckin' complex."

I cleared my throat, trying to ease some of the tension before Zhayne went from 0 to 100. "M-ma'am." I spoke up. She faced me again. I felt really bad for her. The poor girl didn't understand Zhayne's thick accent. His version of water kind of sounded like wuddah. "He's saying I'll have a wa-ter." I told her clearly, trying my best not to come off as rude.

Her eyes widened and she uttered a string of apologies to Zhayne before hurriedly scurrying off. I watched her leave, feeling nothing but pity and second hand embarrassment as she opened and shut the door behind her. I know your pain, girl...I'm surprised Zhayne didn't get mad at me for saying anything. But I'm also grateful, so I don't ponder too much on why.

A little bit of time passed until a different waiter came in to serve us drinks. Then when they asked what we'd like to have to eat, Zhayne ordered for me again. When looking through the menu I didn't find anything I wanted. That being because I'm not hungry. Zhayne told me I was taking too long and took matters into his own hands.

When the food did arrive, I of course didn't eat much. I picked at the soup more than I ate it. Nothing is appetizing to me anymore. I've lost all my desire to consume anything.

"Angel."