Chapter 1504
Her protest morphed into broken sobs that echoed in the room as a fleeting thought crossed her mind.
âIs he having another episode again?â
The room was pitch-black, void of daylight. Here, there was no sunlight, no sense of time, only
boundless darkness.
Tyler had become unrecognizable, which led Vicky to surmise that his illness had indeed resurfaced.
What set this episode apart was his silence.
He did not question her or show any signs of pain or injury; he remained wordless from the moment he
had bound her here and had not spoken a single word to her regardless of what she said to him.
Apart from bathing, sleeping, and using the restroom, he kept her locked to the bed all day. The fridge
seemed to hold ample food, so he rarely ventured outside.
Five years ago, when he had imprisoned her the same way, he would stay in her room reading. But
now, he did nothing of the sort. His daily routine involved sitting by the bedside, watching her, and
nothing else.
At first, Vicky told herself not to be afraid, that he would not hurt her, but as he watched her for
extended periods, fear took root within her.
Living in a perpetually dark environment could be together.
One day, Tyler had placed Vicky in the bathtub for a bath.
The tub was filled with warm water, with steam rising and filling the bathroom.
Her body soaked in the comforting warmth, which relieved a part of her fatigue.
Vicky lowered her gaze and caught sight of the bruised marks encircling her wrists and ankles.
Tyler silently drew her favorite bath bubbles into the his long, cold fingers pressed against her temples,
gently massaging.
During this time, apart from locking her up, he had treated her exceptionally well as he took meticulous
care of every single detail.
He helped her bathe, wash her hair, and even made sure there was toothpaste on her toothbrush
before she needed to brush her teeth.
Vicky closed her eyes in contentment and minutes later, his fingertips moved to her neck and then her
back.
His massage technique was masterful;
Occasionally, she would feel like she had been locked up to be treated like a queen.
She did not know how long the massage had lasted when suddenly, something changed.
A cold kiss landed on her back and she trembled slightly, but did not shy away.
She opened her eyes and saw in the mirror opposite her the myriad of marks and bruises on her skin
âTyler.â Vickyâs voice echoed in the bathroom. âYou havenât lost your memories, have you?â
Tylerâs movement halted and he lowered his eyes to meet her bright eyes.
âAre you avoiding speaking with me because you didnât want me to find out about it?â She continued.
ââ¦â Tyler refused to speak.
Vicky glanced at the scars on his chest and asked, âhow long are you going to keep me locked up? For
the rest of my life?â
He stared at her intently and said, âif thatâs possible.â
She flinched. âAre you going back on your own words?â
Tyler held her close, his voice hoarse. âVicky, Iâm sorry, but⦠I canât.â