I stared at the bed that was in front of me. I had an arm on the crutch that was at my side, which was supporting my bad leg. It still hurt to walk on it, but the pain killers that Aidan had told me to take helped lessen the pain. I was feeling a bit groggier and less energetic than I was earlier in the day – before he...

There was an uncomfortable feeling that filled me when I examined this seemingly harmless bed. I could feel the way the sheets stuck to my skin as I struggled on them, desperately trying to free myself from his clutches when he tortured me with food.

I swallowed and blinked, seeing Aidan pull down the covers to reveal his side of the bed. The blanket folded into an angle while he remained standing at the side. I examined the bed – seeing how it looked in my mind the last time that we were both on it.

From the sheets to the pillows...everything looked fine.

"Vienna," Aidan called the fake name. I didn't respond at first, still looking at the bed. The same bed that I had endured a terrible food torture on not even twelve hours ago. "Vienna," Aidan spoke louder, eliciting a flinch from me.

I forced my eyes to look over at him while he smiled.

Smiled.

I wished I could say that it was blank, and it was empty...no, it was gentle. He was reminiscing about a happy memory while I couldn't have been more disgusted at what he was no doubt going to insinuate.

"I enjoyed our intimate moment together this morning," he said.

I narrowed my eyes at his expected off handed comment. "That's not what I..." I lied and then shook my head. I stared at the carpeted floor where the maid had been shot to death. The carpet was still wet from the cleaners.

A person died in this room.

Everything in this room was going to scar me sooner than later.

"Do you need help?" Aidan taunted from his side of the bed.

I closed my eyes, not believing that this man in front of me had absolutely no shame in sleeping in a room that someone had died in. He had killed that person without any remorse...because, of course he did.

It seemed like Aidan didn't have an ounce of any human empathy – which was already proven on multiple occasions.

"Vienna..."

"I don't need help!" I snapped, opening my eyes to look at him. Aidan's face was passive – expressionless. I swallowed nervously, wondering if that was going overboard given my predicament. I was already walking on egg shells with the psychopath. He had killed a maid just because I wouldn't hold his hand when he offered it to me.

"I..." I began to explain.

Aidan didn't move from his spot.

He didn't say a word.

I clenched my hands tightly, every second feeling like a long drawn out minute. At any minute or second – Aidan would explode and do something reckless and inhumane just to prove a point.

"I'm going to sleep in the closet..." I took my crutch in both of my hands and used it more like a cane. I took a hobbled step when Aidan let out a bone chilling laugh. I stopped where I was, not wanting to turn to look at him.

I didn't want to see what sort of face he would be making.

"Vienna," he addressed me.

I shook my head slightly – not me.

Fake me...Fake name...That would never be my name.

"Get in the bed," he ordered sternly. There was no room to debate with the tone that he had used, and despite wanting to remain strong...to stand my ground confidently...there were trembles.

My good leg began to shake while both of my hands struggled to keep a steady grip on my crutch. I wanted to move and get away, to prove a point that he couldn't control me, but on the other hand I did not want to deal with the consequences of disobeying him.

I was stuck.

I was frozen.

At seeing my reluctance to listen to him, Aidan sighed.

"I don't want to have to teach you another lesson this late at night..." He drawled. I didn't have to look at him to know that he was finding amusement in all of this. I looked over at the stained carpet where the maid had been mercilessly executed. "But, I will," he continued.

I heard his footsteps, but again, didn't raise my head to look at him. I felt his hands on both of my upper arms – he rubbed them up and down slowly, purposefully trailing his fingers against my skin.

I was forced into a red silk tank top and shorts for pajamas by a maid earlier. My upper arms weren't covered, which left me feeling incredibly exposed. The thin layer of silk didn't make me feel any safer when I was with Aidan. He decided to take full advantage of the clothing that he no doubt he picked out to begin with.

"That's how much I care about you, beautiful."

How much he cares about me...?

"You don't care," I answered him without thinking quickly. I stared up at him, this time meeting his eyes directly. I stared into his cold, blue eyes. I narrowed mine as I did my best to not completely scowl at the man. "If you did then you would at least let me sleep in the closet."

Yes -- I was trying to negotiate.

I wanted as much space as I could from him.

The corners of his lips twitched upward. "I don't care..." He spoke slowly, as though trying to understand my words. He raised an eyebrow. "Because..." he spoke slowly, making it deliberate and taunting. "I won't let a recovering patient sleep in the closet?" He mocked.

I knew how it sounded.

When it came down to it...

I just...really didn't want to sleep in the same bed as him.

"Yes," I answered without hesitation.

He stared down at me for a few seconds. For a moment, I had thought that maybe he would have relented and let me have my way. I clenched my hands on my crutch – slowly forcing myself to let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding.

"Get in the bed," he ordered. I knew I was testing my luck by not moving – by keeping up this futile resistance against what he was saying. I didn't move, and he let out a sigh. In less than a second, I was swept into his arms. My tight grip on the crutch became loose from the surprise that came from me – like all of his movements, they were fast.

"A-Aidan!" I yelled, my hands desperate to reach for something...that something happened to be his neck. I wrapped my arms around it gently, not wanting to be dropped, but also not wanting to be near him. "Please put me-!"

"No," he interrupted me, his eyes darkening. I stared into his eyes, mine wide before I had to dart them away. I couldn't stand that look in his eyes – the dark, unmasked amusement that lingered in them. 

I watched as we approached the bed -- fear.

I tightened my arms around his neck. "No, please...!" I whispered out breathlessly. I could feel a wave of anxiety start to build inside of me. I dug my face into his chest to shield my eyes from the bed that kept reminding me of just how powerless I really was. I tightened my hold around his neck. "Please!!" I screeched in complete terror. "Please just let me sleep in the closet!"

"It's just a bed, Vienna," Aidan muttered into my ear, a hand finding itself on my head. I tensed at his touch, to which he let out a chuckle at. "I'm going to lower you down into the bed," he insisted. I shook my head quickly, not liking that idea at all. "Vienna," his tone getting more controlling.

I could feel my stomach plummeting. I was powerless to stop whatever he was going to do. I bent my good leg while my casted one hung limply in the air. I shook my head at his tone, clenching my eyes shut.

"Let go."

He lowered me onto the bed while I quickly removed my arms from his neck. I didn't waste any time until I shifted my body towards the farthest corner of the bed. My back collided against the headboard violently while I pulled up my good knee, hugging it closely to my chest. I was breathing in and out uncontrollably, what little energy that I had was expelled at that act of resistance.

Aidan watched my rapid movement from where he stood before slowly lowering himself onto the bed as well. "Am I going to have to tie you to that spot?" Aidan asked, pulling on the blankets of the bed. I remained silent for a moment, gripping the blanket that was underneath me tensely. He was going to tie me to the bed – how was that fair?

I couldn't even run!

"Vie-

"No!" I somehow managed to get out.

There was no way that I could afford getting tied to the bed. I looked up at him. I could feel my skin crawling under the intensity of his gaze that was directed towards me.

"No. I'll sleep."

I flinched as he pulled the covers from underneath me. "It's going to get cold tonight," he spoke, looking over at me with no emotion on his face.

"Let me wear actual pajamas then..." I quipped back, narrowing my eyes at him.

He blinked at me, tilting his head for a moment. Then, he threw the blanket over my shivering form. It covered my vision for a few seconds, as my hands quickly reached out to take the obscuring blanket away from my face. When my fingers latched onto the blanket, I felt a tug on my good leg by a harsh hand.

I let out a small yelp as I was pulled roughly under the covers and to the side.

I was now underneath the covers, pulling at the blanket that once again was over my face. I got a breath of fresh air as Aidan was staring down at me. I had been pulled to his side while he was resting an arm to hold up his head – his elbow on his pillow. He was silent while I weighed what my options were in my mind.

I twitched my hand to pull myself away. "Don't," he ordered softly. "You aren't going to get away from me," he breathed out softly, raising a hand up to touch my face. I closed my eyes tightly, swallowing my nerves and fear down. His calloused fingers rubbing against my cheek, causing unwilling shivers to travel up my spine. "I gave you the chance to leave."

I opened my eyes quickly at that, "What!" I yelled out, exasperated. "How did you give me a chance??" I asked, shaking my head. He didn't speak to me, instead having that same tilted head as he looked at me in some sick form of endearment. "Aidan – you didn't give me a chance. You gave me an illusion of it! You...!" I breathed out. "You shot me!"

"I didn't say that it was a fair chance," he shrugged, his eyes lighting up from what he thought was a joke. I narrowed my eyes, feeling rage and anger rather than the fear and anxiety that I had felt only seconds prior.

I swatted his hand away from my face, turning away from him harshly. I did my best to scoot away from him on the bed, but two hands dug into my waist, pulling me into a sturdy chest. Letting out a small gasp at being manhandled, my hands reached down to remove his vile hands from my body. I arched my back, not wanting to be in contact with his chest and forced an elbow into what I had hoped were his ribs.

"Vienna," he warned in his scary voice. I stopped immediately, stilling where I was. My eyes drifted over to where the maid had been shot – I remembered that he was threatening me with another lesson even at such a late hour.

Despite everything, I forced my body to relax.

He pulled me back into his chest, his chin digging into the crook of my shoulder. "Things will be easier for you if you're obedient," he whispered into my ear.

"Please stop touching me," I whispered back, not liking the tension that lingered in the room. My body began to tremble – I knew what this usually meant for a man and a woman. I didn't want it to happen with Aidan and I. "I can't sleep with you being this close to me," I reasoned, but he chuckled darkly at my explanation, causing my eyebrows to furrow.

I peered into the darkness of the room.

"You want a sleep aid?"

"I'm not going to be defenseless around you," I spat back. There was silence again and he pulled me against his chest again.

He snorted. "Is that what you're worried about?" He asked rhetorically. It was mocking. I hated the way that he would make me feel as though everything I did and thought was all meaningless. "You're still under the impression that you'll get away somehow, aren't you?"

I didn't respond to his questions.

"Vienna," he paused. I clenched my hands tightly. It was the only thing that I could to do not pry his sickening touch away from my waist. I hated the name that kept coming from his mouth. "Your place is with me."

My place would never be with him.

Bide my time...

I kept staring into the darkness of the room. My eyes feeling tired, but my mind not listening to my body's demand. I heard Aidan's light breathing after a few seconds of relentless staring into the bathroom. I kept my eyes locked into the bathroom, because if I closed my eyes or let them wander to a different part of the room...

I would see the maid – the maid that would have been alive if I had just listened.

Bide my time...

Just bide my time.

...

...

I watched the morning sun hit the balcony window, even though I was facing away from it. I was glad that the sun had come up, that way it could take away the ghost of the maid. I knew she wasn't there, but between my frantic, guilt ridden thoughts and the darkness...

It conjured up a ghastly image of the maid.

I wanted to sleep, but as soon as I closed my eyes, I heard the echoing ghost gunshots being fired. I heard the maid letting out her last scream before she...bled out fatally onto the carpet. The spot was only a few feet away from the bed.

There were times throughout the night where I had sworn I had seen her body standing there – staring over at me in the bed. A quick blink of my tortured, pained eyes reaffirmed me that there was no maid. It was a figment of my sleep deprived mind conjuring up an image from something traumatic I had been witnessed to.

Another horrific moment was when the maid hobbled over to the bedside, her legs not working with the bullet holes in them.

She would stare down at me.

Aidan's grip had been strong around my waist the entire night. I couldn't move, and had to face the nameless maid's judgmental stare. Her body was riddled with bullet holes that kept on bleeding – the blood trickling out of them like a terrible nightmare.

Except, I was awake the entire time.

I swallowed, digging my fingers into the sheets that were underneath me. It helped keep me grounded in a way, but it also kept reminding me that I was trapped in Aidan's grasp.

"You didn't sleep, did you?" Aidan's groggy voice came from beside me. I flinched at the sudden noise, his body giving no indication that he was awake. "I told you to take the sleeping aid..." he muttered, pulling me closer to his chest.

I tensed at his words, but remained silent. I didn't want to talk to him – I decided sometime during the night that I wouldn't talk to him unless I absolutely had to. "Vienna," I flinched at the word being whispered huskily into my ear. My shoulder quickly went up to my ear as I attempted to bring the covers we were sharing over my head.

He chuckled at my antics, and a hand threw the covers away before I had even made it to my chin. "Don't shy away from me."

"I was stuck with you all night..." I trailed, my voice cracking. "Please let me go..." He didn't listen to me and instead turned me around. My hands instantly dug into the sheet underneath me, but it failed in deterring Aidan from moving me. "Let me go!" I yelled into his face, my eyes wide.

He stared at me for a few seconds, most likely taking in the bags that were underneath my eyes.

They felt tired – and I couldn't sleep. I didn't want to see the maid. She would stare down at me with her dead, hallow eyes.

"I'll get you some," he spoke, cupping my face with both of his hands. He ignored my whining and complaining...my yelling. "What would you like to do today, Vienna?" He asked me, while I glared at him. "I could show you around the mansion."

"I can't walk," I spoke dryly.

He slowly smiled, lowering his hands. I rubbed the bottom of my palm on both of my cheeks to get rid of his touch. "Fucking murderer..." I hissed out, being sleep deprived and not being able to hold in my words or even think about having tact. "You killed her!" I yelled. I placed my hands on his chest to push away from him.

His hands landed on my wrists, keeping my hands on his chest. "What was her fucking name, you piece of shit!!" I screeched, attempting to slam my hands against him. "What was her name?" I asked at a more leveled volume. Tears leaked out of my eyes and I shook my head. "She won't stop staring at me. She blames me." My bottom lip quivered. I looked into his eyes and shook my head, digging my nails into his night shirt.

Aidan remained quiet. "She should," he responded. I averted my eyes from him. "You need to listen to me, Vienna. Otherwise, you will be taught a lesson."

"Hurt me, then," I spoke while he let out a small snort and smiled in amusement. "Hurt me, Aidan! I'm the one not fucking listening – I'm-!" I began to say but was stopped when he flipped me on my back. His body hovering on top of me while his hands were placed on both sides of my head. I stopped talking, looking up at the man.

"I would never hurt you, Vienna..." He spoke, removing one of his hands at my head as it was placed on my shoulder. My eyes shot down to where he was touching, my body beginning to shake. "I can make you feel pleasure."

I shook my head, my mouth opening up to speak, but no words were escaping. My hands shot out to place them on his chest. I shook my head more violently. "N-No...!" I managed to squeak out. "I-I..." My eyes widened. "I can't. I..."

His hand began to trail down my shoulder, and down towards my chest. The silk pajama tank top did nothing to ward against his touch. I felt it on top of the material as I strained my neck away from him. I clenched my eyes shut. "Sensitive..." Aidan whispered into my ear, I could feel his hot breath against my skin causing me to clench my eyes even tighter.

"Please!" I yelled out. "A-Aidan I..." He looked intensely into my eyes as I spoke his name. "I'm..." My eyes widened again. I blinked a few times, my bottom lip quivering. "I..."

His hand followed the curve of my waist before stopping at my hip. I didn't like how low his voice was getting – as though he were trying to be alluring. It wasn't working on me. I would never love this man that was trying to take every one I cared about away from me.

"You want me to stop, Vienna?"

"I-I...I just..." I opened my eyes up, tears leaking out of the corners of them. "I'm eighteen. P-Please, don't do this to me – don't take the last thing that I have...!"

His face became stoic. "Ah..." He spoke. "My Vienna is a virgin, is that right?" He slowly got off of me, and I managed to let out a breath. I began to shiver. I scrambled away to the corner of the bed and hugged my good knee to myself as I crossed my arms to comfort myself.

I wanted to scrub away his touch on my body.

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence. I was struggling to breathe but managed to somehow do it and not break down in front of him. I was eighteen, there was nothing wrong with still having my virginity, but...I wanted it to be with Jack.

"Don't worry, we'll take it