Please note: The last chapter was April Fools Day prank. The story continues from here!

I look out of the window and sigh depressingly as I climb down from my day dreaming cloud.

Kissing him then running away with his clothes seems like a daring boss card I could only pull off in my fantasy.

Because in reality, this hulk of a man would grab my neck and choke slam me into a comatose state, long before my lips could touch his, and my so called brave stunt would be cut short into an urgent ambulance ride.

I need to leave this place. This AI jail, which seems like he has specifically designed to hold me captive in it.

There are no opening windows to open, no curtains to draw, and no flower pots in sight. Everything opens and locks on his command while his cameras constantly observe me 24x7.

I feel like a lab rat in this house.

I don't think I can survive any more day here. I need to find a dress for myself by tomorrow, or I'll go insane.

Hell! I need to find one right now before he comes and swipes away even the carpets from the floor.

Instantly, I get on my mission to expedition!

The sting in my hand fades to a pulsating ache while I post-mortem his house corner-by-corner.

The drawing room, dinning room, living room are all as bare as Kardashian's swimming costume.

I rummage through all the drawers of the kitchen to look for another apron or a piece of cloth to shield my dignity for tomorrow. But that fucking AI monster has hid everything.

He even took away the aluminum foil and other plastic wraps thinking I would make a dress out of them.

Erhhh!

I frantically run through the house in a desperate hunt for any piece of cloth. The guest washroom has been emptied, leaving only shampoo bottles and rubber ducks on display.

Gosh, I hate him more than Dolores Umbridge, that pink obsessed witch from Hogwarts. At least she was predictable that she is evil, but here this brute keeps on changing from a love-map to a venus flytrap.

But I won't back down by his slutty tricks. If he is bad, then I am his grand-dad.

I retreat to the kitchen and open the fridge, only to be greeted by bunch of vegetables staring back at me. There isn't even a single lettuce leaf to help me cover up my assets for tomorrow.

This motherfucker!

Trying to find a cloth in his house is like trying to put back milk inside a cow. Which is hopeless to useless.

'If you didn't find any clothes for tomorrow, then I won't let you rest or close your legs all day.'

His threat randomly pops up in my head. Instantly, my chest rises and falls at an alarming speed as I realize today is Friday. Which means tomorrow is Saturday, and a day off for the barbaric king.

I hyperventilate, thinking how I am going to survive a whole day in the presence of his penetrative eyes which hate me with all his black heart.

Fuck! Shit! Fuck!

At this moment, an unknown shark attack would be fortunate than spending another unknown night with him.

I need help. I need a strong almighty help.

"Hey, Eve. Open the wine shelf." I tell to my faceless wife as I walk around the cruel king's empty castle like a ghost.

"Access denied." Eve replies in her robotic voice.

Whatdidhisbitchsay?

I walk towards the cabinet of heaven and try to jerk it open. But it is as tight and closed as my luck.

"That cheeky bastard!" I yell, kicking the shelf in anger. I can't believe he is treating me like a child, restricting everything which brings even a silver of joy in my life.

He is like the black hole, who is viciously eating out my light and turning me into a dark sky, just like him.

*Buzz*

Suddenly the watch on my wrist vibrates with a notification. No, it's a message, that too from my kidnapper.

'Howz your hand?'

I stare at the message for a long one minute wondering who has hacked his phone.

What the fuck? Why does he even care? Seems like he is taking his doctor roleplay way too seriously.

I click on the middle finger emoji and send him as a reply. I wish technology was advanced enough so I could pack real fucks for him.

Instantly his reply comes back with laughing emojis and a text that sends a shiver down my spine.

'Tonight♥️'

Oh god! How to I exorcise this Black demon from my life?

I ignore his message and get back to my search mission. I can't just sit here idly and grow wool. I need to hunt it down. From him.

And the only time I can get clothes from him is when he will strip them off. After he is done fucking me for the sake of his revenge.

But I need to be hurry. I have to outsmart the devil in his own game. And I will..

If he is Fast, then I am Furious.

If he is Knight, then I am Day.

And if he is dumb, then I am definitely not dumber.

In fact, I am smarter than his artificial intelligent assistance.

. . .

As predicted, dot at seven o'clock, I hear his car pulling into the garage.

The king of darkness is back!

Minutes later, Dakota walks into the kitchen with his head held high in the clouds of evilness and the first place he lands his gaze on.. Is me.

The little lamb in an apron, with her tits peeking out.

A wolfish grin spreads across his face as he approaches me like a predator. His toxic green eyes rake over my body hungrily as he slowly walks up to me.

I avoid his animalistic gaze and try to focus on making my lasagna, but my body tenses as I feel his dark presence behind me.

My heart does a violent thud as I feel the cotton of his shirt brushing against my naked back as he slowly leans into me.

"How is your hand now?" His deep voice ripples through me like waves and I find my mind crashing on rocks as I feel his chin resting on my shoulder.

"It's good. Do you want me to prove by punching you?" I twist my head and stare at him with daggers shooting through my eyes.

Green eyes narrow at me as a fierce warning glints in them. "Aren't you getting brave day by day, baby?" His voice drops low and heavy, sending vibrations through my abdomen.

"I am learning from the best, baby." I reply with a straight face as I layer the pasta in a tray.

Dakota chuckles darkly. "Hmm. What else did you learn from me?" I feel him smiling while his lips trace the path down my neckline.

What is wrong with him tonight?

His odd behaviour is making me doubt if someone hit his head or did he forget that I am the reason he knows how the food in jail tastes like?

"I learned all the essential life skills from you, like how to hold someone hostage, steal clothes, blackmail people, and save money by making someone else do all the household work for free." I tell him in my sweet innocent voice.

I feel his hot breath tickling my shoulder as if he is doing a deep research in his mind, looking for an Oscar winning comeback.

"And do you know what I learned from you?" I hear his deep voice in my head seconds later.

"I learned how to burn toast, suck at easy tasks, lose every argument, act clumsy whole day and then sleep like a dead horse in the night."

"What did you say?" I spin around fiercely and glare at him hotly, holding on to my last nerve which wants to pop out in rage.

"I said.. Even though you suck at everything, you still don't know how to suck a dick."

My jaw drops all the way to the underground and I stare at him with a gobsmacked face. I couldn't believe this motherfucker has the audacity to tell me shit.

"You! You-" I clutch my fist in anger, ready to bombard him with the curse words I learned from my class boys, but he bluntly cuts me off, saying..

"You are as useless as the G in lasagna, Ms. Stone." He tells me, then walks away with his six feet shadow.

A sudden surge of anger bursts within me and I shout after him. "At least I know where to find a G spot in a vagina. Unlike you, Mr. Black!"

In an instance, his ears perk up and the animalistic side of him emerges out as he suddenly turns around as if I bolted a stone at him.

"What did you just say?" Green eyes narrow down to slits as he demands an answer from me.

"I said.. Mr. Black is a loser who doesn't even know what a G spot is." My nostrils flare in anger as I glare back at him with the same intensity as Daenery's dragon.

Dakota takes a step towards me. A slow fatal step which makes my heart skip a beat.

"I am a very passionate man, Emara." The octaves in his voice go all the way down to the hells as he says, "And I know more sensual spots in a woman than you can find spots on a deer."

I scoff at his over confidence and spat. "Did you ask Eve to google it for you?"

A dangerous glint flickers in his eyes and instantly, the greens are pushed to the corner as the black takes over.

I shiver runs down my spine, both from fear and something else I don't want to admit as he takes a menacing stride towards me with an aim to teach my soul a lesson.

Ohh shit!

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