Iris couldn’t tell you how long it had been as all the days merged into one and Ethan had not been kind to her like she thought he might after having agreed to go with him to save Cas from harm. All the promises he had made had been lies and she wasn’t surprised, but she had hoped for some slither of redemption from the crazed ex-boyfriend that had ruined her life. The only thing that was getting her through the days was the fact Cas was safe and surrounded by people who loved him and who would look after him which was something she couldn’t do. It was safer for her to be here, but Ethan had certainly drained the happiness from her within hours. 

Ethan often liked to remind her that she was lucky to be back with him, that she was lucky to have her life, but it wasn’t any sort of quality with everything Ethan had put her through since returning. Maisie hadn’t been allowed to see her, but she knew her friend had argued with Ethan over it because she had heard the voices downstairs. According to Ethan she was in a state and not well enough to see anyone which was utter lies, but she didn’t dare shout out because the last time she had done that Ethan had punished her. Apparently, he still loved her, but it didn’t stop him from harming her. 

All she had to do was keep going until there was a chance for her to escape her new prison in life. If she could even find the motivation to do so anymore as each day just ate away at what little life she had left, and it wouldn’t matter if anything did happen to her as it wasn’t like she was important to the world. 

Bruises littered her pale skin and small cuts could be seen scattered all over, but no one had physically seen her because Ethan kept her all to himself. The room he had locked her inside was the room right next to his and every night he would make a stop by to ask if she had reconsidered getting back with him and each night the answer had been the same, for him to get lost and that was politely putting it and her answer always earned her one meal the next day if she was lucky and she was blessed if it was more than just stale bread. 

Isolation really hadn’t been kind to her and even though there had been more social interactions being back in the districts each day locked inside a room was a consistent nightmare for her. All she could hope for was to fade away, but she knew Ethan wouldn’t allow it and as she thought about the deranged ex of hers, she could hear the footsteps of him approaching her room. Gearing herself up for a fight as she heard the click of the lock Iris folded her arms watching the doorway intently. 

“It’s been weeks now Iris, surely you’re over [i]pretty boy[/i] now?” Ethan cooed as he walked inside confident as ever, a smug smile threatening to break through because he was really happy about something. “If you reconsider, we could think about celebrating, you must be hungry right?” 

[color=f49ac2]"No."[/color] 

“Cold shoulder as always… I don’t get it. I’ve given you plenty of options to be free of here, [i]you’re[/i] the one that’s keeping yourself locked up b-“

[color=f49ac2]“By what? By refusing to date you?”[/color] Iris snapped not letting him finish his sentence because every option he had given her whether it was freedom, food or even seeing her best friend all resulted in one thing for him. 

“Well. I didn’t want it to come to this.” Ethans voice dropped slightly as he edged forward walking towards Iris as he reached out his hand and cupped her cheek only to catch her flinching out the corner of his eye when he raised his hand. Tightening his grip, he watched her close her eyes waiting for the inevitable hit but for once he didn’t. “Seeing as you’re given me nothing and my wonderful friends managed to do something exciting, I’m going to give you one last chance. Now are we going to return to being my girlfriend?”

[color=f49ac2]“No.”[/color]

“What was that? I couldn’t quite hea…”

[color=f49ac2]“NO!”[/color]

Angered by the answer Ethans grip on her face turned vice like and within seconds he forcefully threw her to the floor as he pulled out his phone. Grinning to himself he snapped a photo of Iris who was in a heap on the floor looking worse for wear before he knelt down to her showing her the photo. “You see. I now have [i]Princes charmings[/i] phone number and I may just have to send him how pitiful you look with a few demands.”