REBECCA
I didn't go down for dinner.
Like I said, I didn't want to feel comfortable, so I just stayed in Emeliano's room, standing by the window, thinking of what tonight held for me.
How did I even get here? Just yesterday I was with my Mom, thanking her for helping me pack my bags.
Just this morning I was anticipating the reaction my Dad would have when he sees me.
Never in a thousand years would I ever think that I'd end up in the house- sorry castle, of a complete stranger who seemed to be richer than the devil Mammon himself.
I sighed, running a hand through my thick black hair.
After Emeliano's threats, he left the room after instructing me to come down for dinner; well, me being me, I didn't listen, I just glared at him remaining quiet. My words had left me earlier and my body still reacted to the way he spoke to me...
My body still reacted to his raw words and closeness.
I ran my hands up and down my arm, trying to keep myself warm.
How do I get out of here? Is Emeliano really going to hold me down against my will? Will my sister be worried about me? My mom? Dad? Mason?
Will I even be able to attend April's Wedding? Her wedding was supposed to be six days from now... How will I be able to attend it?
Am I seriously going to stay here with Emeliano? For 14 days?
Is he seriously going to do all those things to me? Will I let him?
God, I have to get out of here! I have to leave this hell hole!
But how?
There are guards everywhere? I'll never make it to the stairs! Much less the front door!
I bit my nails as I paced slowly back and forth.
My stomach grumbled... "No! Not now stomach! You should not be hungry! You have to be patient, we'll get out of here soon enough and I'll feed you... I promise."
Oh, this is so not happening.
"Did you ever have a mental record?" A voice echoed from behind me.
I turned to find Emeliano standing by the bed, raising a brow at me. When did he come in?
"What kind of a question is that?" I asked.
"You were talking to yourself... I just wanted to know if I kidnapped a psycho..."
"I am not a psychopath. I'm normal... And I don't appreciate you calling me one!"
He sighed and moved to another corner of the room, probably to the walk-in closet. "Why do you always have to yell?" His voice resounded around the room.
I wonder what he was doing?
"Ever considered the fact that it's because I don't want to be here?" I retorted.
He came out and I had to do a double take on him... He was wearing black sweatpants, with a black T-shirt in his right hand. Which means, he was currently shirtless, and holy hell, boy he was gorgeous... Like he had the perfect body among all other manly features!
I tried to stop myself from staring, but I couldn't, he was just so beautiful.
"Why do I feel like you're about to rape me?" Emeliano's voice broke me out of my trance.
Huh?
I looked away immediately as my cheeks burned from embarrassment.
"Oh, it's okay... You don't need to feel embarrassed... I'm all yours to touch... For 14 days though. Not many people have the opportunity you have." He said.
"Really? You don't have to be so full of yourself."
His face remained expressionless. "Whatever... Why didn't you come downstairs for dinner? You disobeyed me."
"Well, I'll let you know that I won't be eating anything until you let me go." I said, crossing my hands over my chest.
"Listen, Bámbînâ. I hate disobedience... There's always a punishment for that. A fatal one." His voice was dark and hard.
I gulped.
"I don't care... I know you're just bluffing- guys like you don't always go after girls Iike me." I said.
"That's correct- you're actually nothing to look at."
I felt myself go red with anger at his words. "So why don't you just let me go!"
"Well, maybe that's because I want to show you what happens when you mess with me! Or maybe it's because you had the guts to stand up to me in public. Maybe it's because I feel like keeping you here. But trust me, you can leave if you want to... just know your sister won't ever get married, you father will be living on the streets, and you won't have a business to go back to."
"You're a bastard."
"I know." He said, walking to the bed, getting under the covers, and frowned. "So, why don't you be a good girl and come to bed."
"Never will I ever sleep in the same bed with you!" I gritted out.
"Too bad you don't have a choice- or, you can just stand there and I'll start making some calls, I'm sure your mother would be able to find a new place by tomorrow." He threatened.
This bastard.
With a loud huff, I walked to the bed and got under the covers beside him, making sure to leave enough distance between us while I stared at the ceiling with a frown on my face.
"You know, women would kill to be where you are right now." He asked.
"Well, I'm not them." I retorted. "And please, not for one second should you think that you've won, I'm only lying here because you claim to have leverage over me. But trust me, very soon, you'd regret your deci-"
Suddenly, he was on top of me. I fought him but he was stronger. "What the hell are you doing? Get off me!!!"
"Shut up!" His hand tightened around my wrist as he tried to position them above my head and soon enough, I got tired of struggling.
"Please... Please leave me alone." My voice came out soft and defeated.
He was quiet for sometime, just staring at me. "Why the hell do you have to be so stubborn? I expected you to be a shy, too- scared- to- talk church girl... But here you are, talking like you're in control of the whole situation."
I glared.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, pretty boy, I won't just stand back and watch you taunt me! Now, I'm begging you to get off me." I said, my voice was shaky but it managed to sound determined.
I was feeling quite uncomfortable with our current position, my body was reacting strangely to it and I don't like it one bit...Not one bit!
"Now you're begging me to get off... But I give you three days, you'll be the one begging me to get on."
"In your dreams." I retorted.
"Don't piss me off, Bámbînâ. I hate the way you talk to me-"
"Expect to get more of that, Pretty boy... As long as I'm held captive in this house, I'll make your life miserable, I'll make you regret kidnapping me! I'll make your life a living hell!!! You don't know what you've gotten yourself into." I threatened- although I knew it was a long shot but- I still know how to frustrate people.
"You may think you have a say in all this- but I promise you- I'll make you lose all your words! I'll make you suffer and beg! I will-"
"Blah blah blah- you've said it all before." I mocked.
He practically growled. "Don't push me."
"If I don't, you'll make me stay here longer. If I do, you'll get tired of me, and let me go."
"Is that what you think?"
"It's what I know." I smiled sweetly at him.
"Well, I guess I'll have to double your punishment! If you speak harshly to me, or retort back or even think of escaping! You'll be here for 30 days! And I'll not hesitate to make your mother homeless and jobless! Same goes for your dad and sister!"
I bit back the harsh response at the tip of my tongue, but it was pushing itself out. "You're a demon!" I gritted out.
He let out a heart stopping smirk. "Trust me, I'm way worse."