Chapter 3 LOCKED UP

• I slowly began to stir under comfy covers.
• The moment I lied on my back, I hissed in pain and my eyes went open.
• The pain took all my attention for the first few seconds I had opened my eyes.
• I remembered the event of last night and my face drooped and went pale.
• Never in my life had I been abused by anyone.
• I thought of calling my father and reporting the shit that happened which I was definitely going to do but I wanted the coast to be clear first.
• Luca was certainly going to be thrown in jail but right now, I needed to tend to my wounded back too.
• In few seconds, Luca burst open a door in the room and strutted in.
• His face void of any emotions.
• He threw a glare at me on the bed while walking to the direction of the door that led outside the room.
• "I expect breakfast to be ready in an hour.
• Do not keep me waiting."He ordered me, looking over his shoulders then looked away and slammed his door, causing me to involuntarily blink.
• My stomach sank.
• He wasn't one bit remorseful for what he had just done.
• He whipped me till I almost passed out, on our wedding night.
• I gritted my teeth to hold back my anger and hurt.
• Venting in any way, on him, whatever or whoever wasn't going to help in anyway. It would probably make things worse.
• I picked up the blue chiffon dress and quickly wore it.
• I didn't even have any underwear on.
• I walked slowly to my room to put on an underwear.
• I turned around and checked my reflection in the large mirror on the wall of my room.
• My back was red and seriously bruised on many places on my back.
• I tied my hair into a bun so my hair wouldn't touch the parts of my back that burned.
• I walked out of my room, without bothering to shower on even brush.
• I had less than one hour already.
• I walked slowly as my legs could carry me, down the stairs and with one place in mind, the kitchen.
• I sauntered my way to the kitchen and got busy preparing breakfast.
• I had seen the food I had prepared for dinner the previous night on the dining table and had thrown every single thing in the bin.
• I was weak that it affected me as I stood.
• I still hadn't eaten since yesterday anything up till now.
• I kept on throwing berries into my mouth as I cooked.
• I made toast for myself and took bites as I cooked too.
• It was surprising to me , more or less a miracle how I was able to get breakfast ready before an hour, including dessert and with my present state.
• The table was all set and I looked around for Luca to maybe let him know I was done.
• The moment I got to the living area in search for Luca, the front door swung open revealing Luca walking in but he wasn't alone. He had a guest.
• He was with a brunette haired lady.
• She was a bit tall, curvy with plump lips and bold eyes.
• She wore a black shiny mini dress with black platform heeled shoes and a black hand bag.
• It seemed black was her color because she had a black lip stick on and most of her make up consisted of black. That alone about her creeped me out.
• They both laughed about something she said as they walked into the house but the moment Luca's eyes landed on me, his laugh died.
• Any form or type of smile didn't exist on his face anymore.
• That kind of hurt.
• I boned up and concealed whatever emotion I was feeling and announced to him breakfast was ready.
• I heaped my portion in a round dinner plate and went outside to the back house where a swimming pool was situated.
• I sat at the side of the pool and placed my food on her floor.
• I gently slipped my feet into the pool and relaxed. I began eating my plated food while I sipped on my fruit drink intermittently.
• A stray tear drop escaped my eyes as I looked straight into space the moment I remembered yesterday's night's event.
• It was horrid.
• Finally, I was done with my food. I went into the house.
• I met Luca and the girl were done so I cleared up the table and washed the dishes.
• I went to my room the immediately I was done and picked up my phone to call my dad.
• The whole marriage bullshit with Luca was going to be called off and Luca was going to be locked up in jail without torment exempted.
• I dialed my dad's number and it began to ring.
• I wasn't going to spend one more hour in this shit hole.
• On the fifth ring he picked up.
• "Hello princess"
• He said sounding unusually cheerful.
• I narrowed my brows confused.
• "Hello father"
• I greeted him back.
• "How is my princess enjoying her new home?"
• My father asked through the phone.
• "Father I can't take it anymore. You have to get me out of here!"
• I complained, searching for the right words to relay the information.
• "What do you mean princess?" He asked sounding confused.
• The moment I opened my mouth to speak, Luca burst into my room.
• My mouth fell, hanging in the air.
• He looked at me fuming and for the life of me, I couldn't find it in me to speak.
• "Princess? Are you there? Princess?"
• I could hear my dad saying from the phone.
• In one swift movement, snatched my phone and hurled it across the room.
• It hit the wall and fell to the ground in pieces.
• My mouth fell more open in shock.
• That was my only means of communication and my only hope of getting out of here but he just destroyed.
• I looked at him and stood up.
• "What the actual fuck?! Why did you do that?!"
• I yelled at him in his face and I heard him growl.
• He pushed me into the bed and I got up immediately.
• This time, I wasn't going down without a fight.
• "Are you crazy?!
• Do you fucking know how much that costs?!,"
• I yelled in his face, boiling.
• "Oh fuck fuck fuck.."
• I mumbled to myself as I drove my hands wildly through my hair.
• He held me by my jaw in an attempt to scare or intimidate me but I hurled a slap across his face.
• I forced my face out of his grip and began walking outside the room.
• "I am done! I am fucking done with this shit of a marriage!"
• I yelled as I marched down the stairs.
• "You think I wanted this?! I didn't fucking want this. To hell with you!" I said and slammed the living room door behind me.
• I stormed out, my eyes never leaving the gate.
• I reached out to grip the handle of the gate and immediately I got forcefully pulled back, taking me completely unawares.
• He dragged me by my right wrist till we came matching right back into the house.
• He threw me on one of the chairs in the living area.
• "Babyy what is going on?"
• The brunette girl came walking hastily down the stairs only in her underwear.
• My stomach dropped and my breathing hitched.
• Was what I was thinking actually going on??
• She looked at me and her expression changed to distaste.
• "Oh"
• She just mumbled, looking at me in disgust.
• "I will be upstairs if you need me"
• and with that she bounced back up the stairs in her heels.
• "Who were you speaking with?and where did you think you were going??"
• Luca asked a little bit calmer than I expected.
• "I was speaking with my father. Got a problem with that?"
• I said and then asked, tilting my head.
• He chuckled humorlessly and I frowned then all of a sudden, his smiley face died and gave birth to a scowl.
• I gritted my teeth.
• If he was angry, then I was angrier.
• "Go upstairs." He ordered.
• I scoffed and looked away and then back at him.
• "You are not the boss of me." I said in annoyance.
• He frowned deeper and before I knew what was happening, he hurled a slave across my face.
• I held my stinging face and before I could give a second thought, I threw back a slap across his face.
• It was them I realized what I had done.
• Luca grew so red from obvious anger and I immediately got scared of what he was going to do me.
• He looked away for some seconds and then slowly looked back at me with a snarl.
• He bent over and threw me across his shoulder.
• I yelped and began banging on his back.
• I really didn't want a repetition of last night's experience.
• He walked up the stairs till he got to the room I assume was his.
• He didn't stop walking even when he got to his room.
• He opened up a door I had seen him walk through earlier.
• We got into the room.
• The room was dark.
• No window, no light, no air conditioner, no furniture, no nothing.
• The room was dark, void and scary.
• Luca had thrown me down the moment we got into the room.
• I gulped as I took in my environment.
• "I guess last night didn't teach you enough lessons. Hope this teaches you better."
• And with that, he shut the massive door behind him and I heard him lock it with a key.
• "Nooo!"
• I yelled running to the door and I began banging at it with my tiny fists when I realized what he was doing.
• He had locked me up in the scary room.
• Soon, the whole place became more stuffy and stuffy.
• The room was dark and scary.
• No one could ever tell if it was day or night in there.
• I paced around the empty room as frustrated tears ran down my eyes.
• What the hell did I do to deserve all these?
• How on earth did I get into this shit.
• It was all too frightening that my life had gone this bad just in one day.
• I slumped on the ground, beside a wall and began to think of how similar I was with a prisoner and what hurt more was the fact I was being ill treated by my supposed husband.
• Even if we never loved each other, this was no way married couples ought to relate.
• ...............
• Seconds had grown into minutes and minutes into hours.
• I gradually lost track of time.
• I had been been there a whole day already.
• I was beginning to get unbearably hungry.
• The previous day, I had eaten just once and the next, I hadn't eaten at all.
• Luca hasn't even bothered to check.
• It hurt.
• It made me wonder bow on earth I had ever offended him.
• He never seemed this brutal when I knew him. Why the sudden change?
• With the way I was going, it just required time for me to go through actual emotional distress that could lead to insanity.
• Being locked up in here was a way of tormenting anyone.
• I laid down on the floor, holding my stomach.
• I was about drifting to sleep when I heard a click on the door.
• Luca walked in with a tray in his hand.
• The moment I recognized him, I got up and ran to him.
• "Luca please get me out of here, please..
• I'm so sorry, please let me out. I promise I will never do that again, please."
• I begged him, kneeling down.
• He dropped the tray and kicked my hands off his legs and walked out of the room.
• He locked the door again not without forgetting to use a key.
• I slumped to the ground as more tears escaped my eyes.
• Was he really going to let me die in here?
• When I was done crying, I began to dig in into the food he brought.
• It was dark but I let my hands do most of the work.
• When I was done eating, I felt dizzy and I slept off.
• .........................
• Luca let me stay in there two more days making it three days I spent there, in darkness, heat, hunger and torment.
• He finally got me out and I looked like I had been in some dungeon all my life.
• I was a stinker.
• I hadn't had a bath in three days and I felt sticky from all the sweat.
• Luca brought food to me once a day. I guess he didn't want me to die. Yet.
• I went to my room and got into the bathroom.
• I needed a long bath.
• I didn't if I should have been angry for doing that to me or to be thankful he finally brought me out and wanted me to die coz I had zeroed my mind about ever coming out and to be sincere, those three days actually seemed a week or more in there.
• It was traumatizing.
• I stayed under the warm shower and let the water soak up the dirt.
• I closed my eyes as tears threatened to fall when I remembered the horror of what I have been through these few days of my stupid marriage.
• I felt someone breath on my neck and my breathing hitched.
• I opened my eyes immediately and slowly turned around.
• The person behind me turned my neck back, indicating I shouldn't look back.
• My heart beat heightened and I turned off the shower.
• "Scared?"
• I heard Luca's voice.
• I gasped and wanted to run out of the bathroom but he grabbed me and stopped me from moving and inch.
• I got scared and I didn't realize I had gotten so much afraid of him.
• "Luca please"
• I whispered my plea.
• "Sshhhh"
• He shushed me up.