Stuck Here

~A few minutes ago~

When Gemma finished having her bath she searched the bathroom for something she could use in hurting Miguel so she can escape.

She knew he kept the car keys in his trouser pocket. All she needed was to find a way to knock him out and then she could get her hands on the car key and she would be out of this place.

She searched the whole bathroom but there was nothing to hurt him with. Miguel must have thought about this and removed everything from the bathroom.

"That bastard!" Gemma cussed.

Her eyes fell on the towel hanger, she walked over to where it was and placed her hands on it, and shook it. To her surprise, it wasn't so strongly held to the wall, the screws holding both sides to the wall were getting loose.

Feeling a little hopeful, Gemma pulled harder on the towel hanger. She pulled it three more times before it came off the wall.

She smiled. Even if it wasn't so strong this should be able to knock Miguel out for some minutes if she hit him hard enough on his head.

Miguel was in the kitchen when she came out of the bathroom. Gemma tried not to make any sound as she entered the kitchen tiptoeing but still, Miguel who had his back to the door knew when she entered and started talking to her.

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Gemma panicked and she hit Miguel with the hanger without even targeting the right spot. She didn't even hit him hard enough.

Miguel swung around and held Gemma's hand before she got the chance to hit him again.

He knocked the hanger out of her hand. Gemma pulled her hand away from his grip and then rushed to pick up the hanger but he quickly kicked it out of her reach.

Miguel pulled her up and pushed her against the wall pinning her to it with his hands on both sides of her shoulder.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Miguel barked at her.

Gemma smiled triumphantly when she saw blood dripping down his neck from the back of his neck where she had hit him. She did make an impact after all.

"You think this is funny?" Miguel asked in a pissed-off tone.

Gemma challenged him with her eyes to do his worse.

Miguel was breathing fast as he stared at her, he so wanted to shake her by her shoulders until her teeth rattled. He felt like crushing her and kissing her at the same time. It made no sense.

She was making him lose his shit too often and that never happened. Miguel has always been in control of his emotions but when it came to her, she always found a way to make him lose his shit.

"Now let me make this clear," he slowly gritted out.

"You can't leave this place without me. Even if I gave you my car keys you still would not know which way to go. In case you've not noticed, we are far far away from the city and any other town for that matter!"

Miguel sucked in a breath. "I understand that you desperately want to go back to your family, and like I already told you, I will get you back, but things have to be done my way. You can't keep going around cutting and hitting me with stuff." Miguel's eyes travelled to the hanger on the floor.

"A towel hanger, seriously?" An amused smile spread across his lips. "You never give up, do you?"

"Never!" Gemma answered in a deviant tone.

"Good for you. But for your own good, I would advise that you give up on this one. If you want to leave this place alive then you had better stop trying to kill me."

Gemma gave him a wicked grin that told him she was never going to stop.

Miguel returned the smile telling her to bring it on.

His eyes went to her chest which was rising and falling as she breathed. She had been so consumed with the thought of killing him that she didn't even bother to change out of the towel.

He could see the towel wasn't tight around her chest, just one pull and it will be off. He tried not to remember what her body looked like.

Miguel's eyes went back to her face and he could see she knew just what he was thinking and she was challenging him to do it.

Miguel's lips curled up in a lopsided grin. She was just as sick as he was. Getting turned on from a fight. Yeah real sick.

Gemma's stomach made a growling sound, pulling them away from each other's gaze.

"How about you go and get dressed and we can eat?" Miguel released her arms and stepped away from her.

Gemma found herself yearning to have his hands back on her. Her body protested at the loss of contact.

"Or you can eat in your towel if that's what you want," Miguel said when she didn't make any attempt to move.

Gemma eyed him as she leaned off the wall and walked out of the kitchen.

As Gemma put on the clothes that Miguel had given her, she felt like crying. She had failed yet again. As it seems she is going to be stuck here with Miguel and to make matters worse she was beginning to fall for him.

What was wrong with her? Gemma fought back tears as she finished putting on the oversized clothes that made her look like a scarescrow.

She went back to the kitchen, Miguel was sitting on a stool with his plate of food on the small table that was in the kitchen.

"Your food," Miguel pointed at the second plate of food that was opposite him. He almost burst into laughter when he saw the way the clothes looked on her.

"Don't you dare laugh!" Gemma warned as she took the second stool in the kitchen and sat on it.

She started at the food on the plate for almost a minute wondering if it was a good idea to eat it or not.

It no way looked appealing, and Gemma ate with her eyes first. If a meal didn't look appealing, she didn't eat it.

She looked at Miguel who seemed to be enjoying his meal, does he even know how to cook? She doubted if he did, if not, he would not have made this shitty-looking thing.

The hunger pangs Gemma felt, reminded her that now wasn't the best time to bother about the aesthetics of her meal.

Sighing, she picked up the spoon and scooped some of the kidney beans into her mouth.

The moment the food hit her taste bud, Gemma's countenance changed and she quickly ran to the sink and spat it out. She washed her mouth thoroughly with the running water from the tap, scraping her tongue with her nails.

The food tasted as if a full bag of salt had been used in cooking it. The salt was much it felt like it was cutting her tongue.

Gemma turned to look at Miguel, he was smiling.

He had done it on purpose. The bastard!

"Are you planning on getting me killed?" Gemma was so angry she saw red. He had added extra salt to her food. His food didn't have the same quantity of salt as hers, if it did there was no way he would have been able to eat it.

"It won't be out of place if I tried, considering the fact that you tried to kill me only a few minutes ago." Miguel took a spoonful of his food, smiling as he chewed.

So he added extra salt to her food to get back at her, while he was enjoying his.

Gemma walked back to the table and brushed his plate of food away. The plate landed on the kitchen floor and broke.

If she wasn't going to have food, then he wouldn't either.