"You're traumatized Keira. Should I help you get rid of the trauma?" Aryan said out with a sly smile. 

Keiras's pulse quickened. Was this a threat or a preposition?

Aryan's eyes locked unto Keira's as he stepped closer, his movements fluid and deliberate. The dim lighting danced across his features, highlighting the sharp angles of his face.

Keira's breath hitched as Aryan's  hand brushed against hers, sending sparks through her body. He intertwined their fingers, his touch warm and gentle. "You're breathtaking, Keira." He whispered, his voice husky yet Keira's gaze remained cold, her expression unyielding. She tried to pull away her hand but Aryan's grip held firm.

"Let me go now." Keira demanded, his eyes flashing with determination. "You're mine now, Keira. You'll never leave this place. now if I may which I aren't requesting for, I ought to introduce you to Margaret. She's my most trusted ally. She took care of me since childhood. Although she was only a year older than me, she proved capable. At least more than my birth mother did and now, she'd take care of you my love."

Without waiting for Keira to make a protest, he turned to leave while whistling away. "BASTARD!!" Keira shouted in desperation but his response in return was a shrug. Keira's heart sank , her thoughts racing with escape plans. For the meantime, she had to play along.

AUTHOT'S NOTE: A VERY SHORT CHAPTER THERE ISN'T IT? WELL, LOOKS LIKE MY VOCABS ARE SHORT AND I NEED SOME INSPIRATION YET I PROMISE TO KEEP YOU UPDATED TONIGHT. I WONDER IF ANY OF MY READERS HAS AN IDEA OF WHAT MIGHT INSPIRE ME?  PLEASE SHARE IN THE COMMENTS. LOVE Y'ALL, ALWAYS REMEBER CIMSTELV.