Chapter Three
Camila’s mind came slowly into awareness. She felt uncomfortable all over, and when she opened her eyes, she found that she was someplace dark, though she could see light coming in all around her.
When last night’s events came back to her mind, she remembered where she was.
I slept under the fucking bed. No wonder I’m so uncomfortable.
She tried to shift, only to realize the space was cramped. She was laying on her side on the hard floor, a hand underneath her cheek. Her shoulder was numb from lying on the floor, and there was an ache at her hip as she moved.
Wait… Adrien!
She couldn’t see him in the space between the edge of the bed and the floor. His feet had been visible when she fell asleep, that they weren’t there… meant he was either on the bed, or he had woken up already.
What am I going to do?
She had been really brave, treating Adrien like that last night. He was bound to be mad at her. Should she consider herself lucky that he hadn't attacked her yet?
It was only a matter of time before he did, though, and she was sort of regretting last night. Not getting away from him, never that, but knowing there was no way to get out of that situation without irritating him, especially since he’d been drunk.
Maybe she would get lucky and he would forget with his morning hang over.
My luck can't be that fucking good, though, or I wouldn’t be here to begin with.
First, she had to know where the bastard had gone. Should she come out from underneath the bed? But then she’d just make a target of herself if she did. He knew where she was, though, so it wasn’t like she could hide there forever.
Camila curled in on herself, folding her legs up to her chest, then closed her eyes tight. Her hope was that he would be too hung-over to deal with her for now. She knew, unless he was so drunk that he forgot about her shoving him and running away from him last night, he would be planning to punish her no matter how long it took.
I need to get out of here,she thought in fear, trembling.
As if things couldn’t get any worse, she felt her stomach clench a little. Her eyes fluttered open, and she realized she had sweat pouring down her forehead.
No way…
Her stomach wasn’t feeling too good again, and she wrapped her arms around her midsection as her body trembled. She hadn't felt any nausea since the last shock she’d received, and she wondered if it was because of all the fear she was feeling now? She’d never been so afraid she made herself sick before, though.
Just what the hell was going on with her stomach? Did she need to go see a hospital or something, maybe? If she was actually sick… it couldn’t have chosen the worst possible time.
There had been no opportunities so far, but her ultimate plan was still to find a way to run, if she wasn’t found first. She couldn’t run or go far if she was sick.
Hold it in… hold it in…
If she asked, Adrien might let her look into the bag with the medical supplies. She might be able to find pills in there for her stomach, but it wasn’t as if she could ask him for it. Camila hated feeling nauseated, though. It always left her uncomfortable, and that was when she wasn’t feeling in pain because of the heaving.
She swallowed several times, trying to push back the urge to vomit. She pressed her hands hard into her stomach, and a hard shudder went through her body.
Out of nowhere, a hand wrapped around her ankle, and she let out a yelp in shock, her eyes snapping open. Then, that hand pulled, and she was tugged out from under the bed. It wasn’t painless for her, because the side she was sleeping on still hurt, but she didn’t get the time to do a thing about it, either. When she looked up, Adrien was squatting above her looking down at her with a scowl on his face.
“Did you think you could hide from me forever, Camila?”
She lay beneath him, trembling. She didn’t know what to do, what to say, to make him stop, and even if she could think of something, her vocal chords felt frozen.
“Well?” he growled, his hand holding onto her ankle squeezing around it. “Do you have any idea the kind of trouble you’ve given me, huh? I might have thought about reducing the weight of the punishment a little, but I woke up and had to get medicine for my headache myself. Where was my beautiful wife when I woke up, hmm?”
I’d like to know that, too,Camila thought. Where was the pretty, obedient wife Adrien kept imagining she was? If she came out, Camila wouldn’t have to deal with his shit. Of course she didn’t think of coming out when she woke, and he was pretty much always awake before she was, anyway. He was just too lazy to do things himself, and he had confused her for his servant at some point, so he always waited for her to do everything and if she didn’t do it fast enough he demanded or shocked her and then demanded.
She was sure he knew she was afraid of getting punished and that was why she hadn’t come out. Even if he said he would have reduced it a little, she didn’t believe him. A tiny punishment to him meant a lot of pain for her, so no matter how much he planned to dish out, she wasn’t going to be happy and offering herself up for it!
None of this came out of her mouth, though, which was a good thing. But she couldn’t speak up in her defense, either. Her throat worked, but all she could manage was a weak whimper that didn’t seem to impress him at all.