I was feeling cold.

Winter was approaching at a fast rate and at the moment this room seemed to be getting colder and colder and my full sleeves t shirt didn't provide me any comfort either.

I don't know what time it is...must be late at night and I was hungry.

I rubbed my arms continuously hoping to generate some warmth but it was of no use. Fresh tears prickled at the back of my eyes as I remembered how much warmth I used to get when Elysian used to cuddle me every night.

He cared for me so much and it all felt so real. And now, he is the one making me suffer.

My eyes darted to the door when I heard it click and someone pushed opened the door and walked in, carrying a plate of food with him.

He was the same man that was there in the parking this evening, when I fell unconscious.

He walked to me and bending down placed the plate on the floor. "Eat up."

Do they really expect me to eat? I might be hungry but I am not in a mood to eat. Scoffing, I turned my face away from him. "Not hungry."

"The boss has ordered you to eat."

"Your boss can go fuck himself. I won't eat."

Suddenly my chin was grabbed by his rough hands, a little too firmly making me almost wince as he forced me to look at him. "Don't fucking take our kindness for granted. Eat up, bitch."

I glared back at him. "Don't touch me." And I grabbed his wrist in an effort to remove his hand from my chin but it only resulted in his hold getting tighter.

The door to the room slammed opened and in walked a furious looking Elysian. Oh, wait. I mean Aeron.

Seeing him, the man left my chin finally and stood up. "Sir."

Aeron grabbed his collar making his eyes widen and he gritted his teeth. "I fucking told you not to touch her! Why don't you listen to me?" And he shoved him hard enough to make him fall down on the floor.

"S-sir...I am sorry--"

He pinned him with a cold glare. "Get out." And that man scrambled to his feet and was out of the room in an instant.

Aeron's head turned to me and I watched in amazement how quickly his features softened and he crouched down on the floor infront of me and picking up the plate, held it to me. "You must be hungry." His tone was neutral despite the certain warmth swirling in his eyes. I was thankful for that because if he had stared at me with those cold eyes again, I would have burst into tears.

"You are going to kill me anyway, why bother feeding me?"

He ignored my question and held the plate closer to me. "Eat."

"I am not hungry. Leave me alone."

He didn't back down, he kept staring into my eyes. "Eat."

"I don't want to eat!" I snapped and tears welled up in my eyes. "Leave me alone!"

He slightly flinched back, it was so subtle that I would have missed it. He just kept the plate down and got up to leave.

And I curled up into a ball once again feeling a cold breeze wash over me and he glanced at me over his shoulder and then he was shrugging out of his suit jacket.

He turned and crouched down once again and I watched in confusion as he draped his jacket over my front, his strong cologne which I have come to love washed over me.

"The fuck do you think you are doing?" I hissed. I should have thrown his jacket on his face but I was feeling cold and my body welcomed the warmth the jacket was providing.

He didn't look at me, just slid the plate closer to me. "You are cold. And eat something." And he was up on his feet.

"Fuck you!" I shouted at him as he closed the door behind himself.

A lump formed in my throat and I swallowed it back. I won't cry for him anymore.

Removing the jacket from my front, I wore it properly, grateful for the warmth it provided.

I eyed the plate of food and my stomach growled in protest. I guess I will have to eat it anyway.

I picked up the plate and played with the spoon and the heap of fried rice which was on the plate. What if it is poisoned?

But then, they would like to torture me and watch me bleed to death instead of giving me such an easy one.

With that thought in my mind, I took a hesitant bite of the rice and I froze when that familiar taste hit me.

Elysian made me some fried rice once. It tastes exactly like that. Did he make this? Did he cook for me?

Why would he even do that? Doesn't he hate me? Doesn't he want to kill me? Want to see me suffer? Then why? Why would he cook for me? Why would he give me his jacket?

With each question, a glimmer of hope flickers in my heart but as quickly as it came, it was trampled down when I remembered the look in his eyes. Cold, unflinching, uncaring. Full of hatred.

No, I won't allow myself to get hurt again. Not this time. He hates me and everything we shared, all those beautiful moments were nothing but a lie. That's it.

And pushing back my emotions, I slowly eat away every bit of the rice untill the plate was empty and I placed it back down feeling a little better after having something in my stomach.

I wonder if dad knows that I am in danger...

What are Nora and Zeke doing right now? Did they kiss again? Did they confess? I don't know if I will ever see them again.

I wanted to watch them realise their love for each other and then date and get married and have children. I have been such a huge shipper of them.

I wanted to have kids too. With Elysian. I had already planned out our future. Us living happily in his penthouse with two of our kids running around the house. I wanted to see him become a father and I knew he would have been a very protective father.

I scoffed mentally remembering how well everything turned out. He probably doesn't even want kids let alone me.

He was just using me all this time. And for what? For revenge of course.

Dad killed his father, I understand that but to drag me into this? To torture me like this? He wanted to kill me? He could have but why the fuck did he romanticize me? WHY?!

For the first time I gave my heart to someone and he tore it into pieces. Pieces that can never be healed back.

How could all those intimate moments not mean a single thing to him? He said I was his first kiss, his first in everything and that holds no value to him?

My thoughts were interrupted when the door once again opened and Aeron came in and stopped infront of me. "Get up."

Fear flooded through me and pulled my legs closer to me. "Where are you taking me?"

"Get up." He ordered once again, not caring about how scared I felt in that moment.

I still didn't move. I refused to. I am not going to follow him anywhere he says. Earlier, I would have followed him blindly into the darkness but not now.

He broke my trust, he betrayed me. And above all, he broke my heart.

When I didn't move he bent down and his hand shot forward to grab mine and I coiled back in disgust. "Don't touch me!"

His palm slowly curled up into a fist and he stood back straight. "Then get up."

"First tell me where you are taking me. Are you going to kill me? Torture me?"

"I am taking you to a room. That's it."

"Why?"

"Do you want to sleep here in the cold?" He questioned back.

Oh.

I gradually and cautiously got on my feet and wrapped my arms around my body, seeking comfort and he gestured me to follow him.

I was walking behind him but he suddenly stopped and gestured me to walk beside him instead. Sure. He must be thinking I might run away.

But anyway, I did what he asked me to do. And we walked out of the room and I found myself in a corridor and he turned left and I saw a staircase leading upstairs making me realise we were in the basement. No wonder it was extra cold.

We climbed up the stairs and saw many other men who work for him present there, either roaming around with their guns or sitting on the couches in what looked like a living room of the mansion.

Seeing me they all paused and their eyes fixed on me making me shrink back and tighten my hold around myself.

All of sudden, they resumed what they were doing, their eyes not on me anymore and involuntarily I glanced up at Elysian to see him glaring at them.

He continued walking and I followed him to a door on the ground floor which he opened and I went inside and found myself in a small room with a single bed, a dressing table and another door which probably lead to the bathroom.

He was about to move out when I said, "How much did you enjoy it, Aeron?" I almost spat his name in disgust. "Was it fun seeing the look of betrayal on my face? Was it fun lying to me? Was it fun romanticizing me? Using me?"

His grip on the door handle tightened with my every sentence and when he finally glanced at me over his shoulder, my breath got almost knocked out of me when I saw his eyes glistening with tears and a look of vulnerability and guilt on his face.

No. Don't fall for it. It's just another trick.

And then he whispered in the softest of tone, "Farren..."

The way he said my name made me wanna burst into tears.

He wanted to say something more but was cut off when he heard Hector's voice. "Aeron."

His jaw clenched and it was weird seeing how quickly he changed his emotions, his features hardening, eyes turning cold before he turned to face Hector who was standing outside the door.

I couldn't hear what Hector had to say as the door was shut and locked leaving me alone.