Chapter Two
“Are you done eating?” Adrien asked as they sat at the table together.
Camila looked up. She’d been picking at her food, not really eating because her stomach was rebelling. She nodded and set her fork down. “You…can go first and sleep if you want. You don’t need to wait for me. I’ll follow you after I clean up.” It had been over a week now since he’d kidnapped her and he’d yet to allow her out of his sight for more than fifteen minutes.
“No, that wouldn’t be right,” he said, taking another swig from the bottle of gin before he sent a frown her way. “You know it’s only right for a husband to go to bed with his wife, why on earth would I go alone?”
“Right,” she muttered, looking down as she picked up her fork and spooned more beans into her mouth, not really tasting them.
She didn’t know if Adrien was seriously buying his own delusion, if it was because he was drunk, or if he was just bullshitting her. It could be that he didn’t want to leave her alone because he knew what she was planning. She was always tired, so as soon as she lay down, she was out before she noticed. But if he left her alone… well, she couldn’t do much exploring, but she would take just about anything by this point.
Every night he joined her in the master bedroom, which unfortunately only had a double bed. She spent most nights fearful that he would force her to have sex with him, but so far, he’d done nothing more than touch her over her clothes, which was bad enough. When she tried to move in the bed, after thinking he was asleep, to maybe scoot away from him, she felt him move as well. She was forced to lie still and wait longer for him to fall more fully asleep. Then the next thing she knew, it was morning and Adrien was sitting up in the bed watching her, waiting for her to wake up and get him something for his hangover. Because over the last several days, she’d noticed he’d begun to drink more heavily.
“Good, you’re up. My head is killing me,” Adrien commented. “Get me something for it.”
It was a demand and Camila knew that if she didn’t obey, he’d use the remote and shock the fuck out of her. Again. With a nod, she got of bed and went into the adjoining bathroom. Opening the medicine cabinet, she pulled out the Ibuprofen, filled a glass with water and brought it to him.
“Here.” She handed it to him, not feeling at all well herself. Her limbs felt weak and her stomach rolled as if she’d been on the spinning tea cups ride at Coney Island.
There really has to be something wrong with my body.She rubbed her stomach, trying to comfort it.
“I’ll go take this to the kitchen,” she said, standing and taking the empty glass from Adrien.
“Leave it,” he demanded, standing up himself, swaying a little in place before he got a hold of himself.
It should be normal to go to the kitchen on her own, but because he was obviously still suspicious of her, he wouldn’t even give her a moment alone. If he was living in the delusion that they were husband and wife, he should allow her to do some things alone, other than bathroom stuff, right? But, with a sigh, she assumed he had to know she didn’t really want to be there. That if she could, she wouldn’t go along with what he wanted.
They spent the day in the living room with Adrien laid out on the couch, a half bottle of whiskey on his chest that he took a swig of every two minutes. Camila sat in the chair next to him, staring at the tv screen. They only got the local channels, but there was some football game on. She wasn’t really paying attention to it, really she was just biding her time, attempting to think up ways to get away from Adrien.
At five, Adrien sat up and set the now empty bottle of whiskey on the floor. “What are you making for dinner?” he asked.
Camila blinked up at him. “Dinner?”
“Get in the fucking kitchen and make dinner, wife. Something good,” he demanded. “And don’t take a fucking age to do it, or I swear to god, Camila, you will regret it.”
He was in a foul mood and she didn’t want to push him. Standing, she crossed the room and went into the kitchen. Sighing she opened the freezer and looked at their dwindling resources. She could defrost some hamburger and make spaghetti, she’d seen the sauce and noodles in the pantry.
“Spaghetti?” she called.
“Whatever, just hurry the fuck up.” Adrien stood at the entryway watching her. He started to lean against the wall, but winced when his shoulder touched the wall and he moved back.
Camila swallowed her smile and tossed the package of hamburger in the microwave. She set it to defrost and then started a pot of water to boil on the stove. Adrien watched her every move with hooded eyes. Her stomach rolled as his gaze creeped her out more than usual.
A half hour later, she had the hamburger cooked and tossed it into the sauce. “Just a couple more minutes,” she murmured.
They ate in silence and then she took her time cleaning up, hoping he would leave her alone. She wasn’t so lucky.
“Are you finished yet?”
Camila hung the towel up and nodded.
“Then let’s go to bed.” He allowed her to move past him, but then he put his hand on her back as if he was guiding her.
Camila picked up her pace, moving away from his touch. She got the room and entered the bathroom. She wouldn’t be allowed to sequester herself in there for long, but she took a moment to catch her breath as she changed into the red lace night gown. She was thankful that he didn’t make her wear it during the day anymore, but he still demanded she wear it at night.
“Camila!” He banged on the door. “Hurry the fuck up.”
Camila opened the door and moved into the room.