She is the one by Asheslove (that summer book .TXT) 📗

He sat next to me, his face calm. What is he thinking, what he's gonna do to me this time. His hand came up close to my face and I flinched. Tucking my hairs behind my ear his fingers carefully touched my head examing my injury which was caused by the man named Simon. The wound was only external and it was healed somewhat, so there was no need of bandages over it. 

'Ouch! What are you doing' I said when he pressed his finger lightly around the nearby area of the wound. 

'Does it still hurt?' he asked his face completely serious, voice soft. 

'Yyes, a little bit' I replied, my words little broken frightened because of his soft tone. I was wondering why he is suddenly showing worry and affection towards me, what's matter with him, something must be wrong. 

'That son of the bitch' he cursed under his breath, 'don't worry sweetheart, he's paying for his sin'.

What? What does he meant by this, is he still alive? doesn’t matter I don't want to involve in all this. I slip past the thought away. 

'I am fine and its nothing as compared to what you caused me' I said, my voice low. Even though I don't want to speak but my mouth won't shut at times. 
He chuckled and in next second his hand was in my hairs, tangling them roughly in his fingers and his mouth on my neck biting the flesh harshly leaving his mark. 

'That's what the point mi Tesoro' 'this is not caused by me and I can't handle if someone else cause pain to you' he whispered near my ear tugging my earlobe. His other hand went inside my shirt; fingers roaming on my bare body, pinching my nipples through my bra. H4 unclipped it and started unbuttoning my shirt. His mouth become desperate so his body, eyes filled with pool of desire. 

'It’s so fucking hard to resist without you for even a single day' he muttered cupping my breasts and his face came forward capturing it in his mouth making me gasp.

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 'Darla, I want some papers and pencils'.

'Why? Elena' she asked politely.

At first she used to call me mam but I requested her to call me by my name. 

'Just to draw, after all I have nothing else to do here in this cage' I said softly with a forced smile, not wanting to give her any clue of what I have in my mind.

'I will send them to the room and its good you are trying to adjust' she said smiling gently and left. 

There are many strange things about her. Her nature is quiet soft and polite with me but still she felt weird to me. I didn't saw her working with maids for once, it was always her who founds me or perhaps it's me who is thinking too much because I can't believe anyone here in this situation I am in.

As Darla said she sends papers and pencils to the room. I grab few of them and sat on the couch. Whatever I had seen until now everything is fixed in my head about this place, it’s because I never forget if I saw something with concentration. Once I saw an image it got capture in my mind for like forever. This helped me great in my work, whenever something got lost or by any means got destroyed, I was there. My group always sent me to the art galleries so that I could capture the images in my head and then tell them all the specifics by drawing it likewise.

I have to make the sketches of this place first to understand it clearly. It was like drawing maps but in different way. I can't draw the whole mansion on one or two pages, I need to make it smartly so that it will not look like a map or if someone will find out these pages then they would not understand what is drawn on them, it will look like simple drawing to others. 

I held the pencil in my fingers and it felt weird holding it after a long time. Drawing became a part of my life in my hard time and it felt like I was away from it for years. My lips curled into a small smile and a tear slip from my eye. I started to draw in hard circumstances but I never thought that it will help me from escaping this hell; well the things which are happening with me are all undreamt by me.

I started making rough sketches but my eyes soon turned red and itching started in them. Oh God, I don't have my glasses. I used to wear glasses while I draw but I can't have them here. I rubbed my eyes and closed them for few seconds to ease the itching and again got back to draw. 
This is not helping. With redness and itchiness now water also started flowing.

I left my papers and pencils there and went to washroom. I splashed cold water in my eyes for few minutes to ease the burning. I have to escape from here as soon as I can. I don't know how long I could take all this. This mere itching is nothing; I have to complete the sketches faster. I motivated myself and went back to the couch. I took the pages and soon my hands started working more faster, eyes were still itchy and burning but I care less. I don’t know for how long I kept on drawing but when I left, my arm was hurting badly and eyes become puffy and swollen. I looked at the sketch in my hand and for the first time after being kidnapped I see light. I felt like I found a small light in darkness, the glow is dim but the hope is not. Soon I will be back with my family. I smiled softly between my tears.

 Putting the sketches between the other white sheets I put all the things together under the lamp across the bed and laid down there. I closed my tired eyes to give them rest, now I have a lot of work to do.

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Nothing happened in these days, everything was silent.

I didn't know what's happening but something is big and perilous. Nicolas didn't lay his finger on me for once in these five days. If I talk about beating or slapping me than he didn't raised his hand on me after I was admitted in hospital instead he used different ways to punish me like last time.

Things were going better than I expected and if these kept going same then I wish I will be back at my home soon. I started feeling a little relaxed here but my fear kept awaking me, this silence is scaring me and I just hope this will not the silence before the storm.