---- 1_I'll be gentle. Faith | finish my tea and set the cup on the table. My father is still on the phone when my ears start ringing. | watch as he sets his cup down on the desk, but only then do | realise that his is still full. My brows pinch - | could have swore that | saw him drink it! My vision blurs a little and he speaks, his words grow fainter and | clutch the desk. "Dad?" | mumble, my tongue feeling thick in my mouth and my words slur slightly. The room spins as he hangs up the phone. My father leans back in his chair; my eyes land on him to see the smug smile on his lips. Confusion twists inside me and my limbs feel heavy. The room darkens slightly and the edges of my vision start to tunnel. ---- "Beta!" My father shouts. My ears ring louder, my fingers grip the wooden desk and start slipping off as | fight to remain upright. "Grab her for me!" | hear as | gasp for a breath. As | lose my vision, | know | am falling from my seat. Yet, my limbs don't cooperate in trying to catch my fall. | hear the thud of my head hitting the desk, but don't feel it as darkness swallows me. He drugged me - my last thoughts before | have no thoughts at all. My mind is foggy when | wake. However, in no time, that fogginess turns to fear. My heart pounds inside my chest, and sweat breaks out on my forehead. This isn't my room. The last thing | remember is a conversation with my father and a sip of the tea he offered. "Shit!" The curse escapes me in a low hiss as realisation rolls over like a ton of bricks. ---- | shouldn't be so naive at my age. Believing that man is up to something good could pass when | was a child, but now, I'm old enough to know better. The only thing worse than the darkness that surrounds me are the restraints. | lie ona comfortable bed, but can't move my arms or legs. I'm tied to the bed like a darn victim in horror movies. What is he up to this time? Why does he keep doing these things to me? Is this revenge for my refusal to marry that monster? It wasn't my place to become his wife, to begin with, Samantha wanted to take on that role. | mean, | kind of get it, my father has always been obsessed with power, and his greed knows no bounds, but it can't be that he has stooped so low. Or could he? No man would sacrifice his only child to climb the ladder of power. No, I'm being naive again, | ---- believe things others wouldn't do, but my father would be more than capable of doing just that. jerk on my restraints, testing the resistance. They are so tight that | can no longer feel my fingertips, or maybe whatever he used to drug me with isn't quite out of my system yet. wonder why I'm tied up here and not restrained and forced down the aisle instead. This situation makes no sense to me. try to peer around at my surroundings, but it is so dark | could barely see anything in front of my face. | sniff the air for any scents that might give my location away, yet all | smell is cleaning products and my own fear as it emanates from my pores. Every little noise has me jerking in my restraints when | hear movement outside the room. My heart almost stops when | hear the door open and close. A masculine, cloying scent reaches my nose, making my heart thump even harder in my chest. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!