Groaning I grip the thick, warm cover of the bed pulling it up under my neck. Letting out a sigh, I drop my head deeper into the soft pillow trying to get some well needed sleep. The sheets of the bed tickle against my skin as I twist beneath them, getting wrapped up further in the heavenly warmth. Small sounds of pain and complainant leave my body as I abruptly sit up in the vast bed that isn’t even mine. I carefully twist my neck, avoiding the tight pinch as I look around the large luxurious room. It’s dark and the only light comes from the small gaps from the double doors on the right of the bed. Memories from last night hit me and I’m not sure of how I ended up in here. I move now to push all the heaviness off the top of me. Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I push my body up off the bed despite the screaming pain that I feel in my torso, ankle and the palms of my hands. Holding back cries of pain as I hobble about the large room, I take another look around the room not absorbing any of the furnishings other than another set of double doors hidden in the corner on the left side of the bed. All I want is to get out of here and far away from wherever I have landed myself. Making my way to the pristine white doors that is more than half way down the wall. I slip out through the small gap that I have made, taking a quick glance to my left. I look out the windows that stretch the length of the walls on both sides of me. My eyes move down the five levels of the immaculate bricked building down to the perfectly manicured gardens below as I watch ten black clothed males despite the still pounding rain exiting from the dark thundering clouds, walk the perimeter, their heads turning slowly taking in all their surroundings. How am I going to get past all of them? The room that I am in now is bigger than the last and despite the dark sky not letting a sliver of light through the room is lit by a warm fire that runs along the wall on my right. It is open, the u shaped lounge positioned in front of the fire and large television, takes attention in the big room, shunning the dark desk in the opposite corner of the room to me and the eight seater table in front of me. Noticing another set of double doors on the opposite wall, I hobble my way over to it. Once I get out of the room, causing pain to my torso as I open the heavy door, I find myself in a wide hall way, turning into a medium sized landing two rooms down further. I continue towards the wide staircase that curls around to the next level down, not worrying about getting caught by anyone who might be walking past. Peeking a look down the stairs and not seeing anyone I grip desperately at the railing as I hop down the steps, small grunts of pain and light thumps echoing throughout both of the upper levels, the only sound that hints to a human presence as I try to escape form where I’ve been imprisoned. As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I’m on a wider and more circular landing which leads to the large curved staircase that leads lower again, but on the other side of me is a massive living room with two deep hallways leading off on either side off the room. There is no exit that I can see. I can’t even map out possible floor plans. I feel my breathing grow harder as I see two large males stand halfway down the stairs. Large muscles strain against the material of the black cotton short, sleeve button up shirts as they lock their hands behind their backs, their necks turn ever so slightly to watch thin and lean women walk past every now and then, dressed in black dresses and white aprons over the fronts, hair tied tightly in a bun on top of their heads. Maids? A maid with dark black hair smiles at the guard to the left of the stairs before she drops her head back down with a small laugh as she carries her bouncing body down the stairs to the level below. The ash blonde shaggy haired guard’s shoulders shake as he turns towards the brown short haired ponytailed guard on his right, whispering something before the two of them turn back to look back at the passing people in front of them stopping some as any of them attempt to move up to this level. Shaking my head knowing that I won’t find my escape that way, I take a step back away from the stairs and the guards. I don’t get far until I am bumping into something hard and warm. Gasping, the shocking tingles make their way up and down my spine spreading throughout my veins, rapidly making my knees go weak. A pair of strong muscled arms wrap around my waist to stop me from dropping to the ground. The tan muscled arms quickly move from my waist to lightly grip my upper arms pulling me up straight, after a cry of pain leaves my lips at the pressuring contact against my rib cage. The two guards turn at the sound, their eyes dark as they quickly look over me. A light growl coming from over my shoulder makes them move their eyes up to look to whoever it is, giving however it is a slight nod before they turn back to their post. Throwing an arm back I hit at the hard chest behind me. “Stop, let me go.” I scream trying to fight my way out of the strong grip. Strong hands turn me around to look into beautiful hazel eyes before I can continue to fight my way out of the grip. My eyes move over the handsomely structured face of the gorgeous male. He stands nearly a foot taller than me but as he looks down at me there is nothing but softness in his eyes as his dishevelled light brown hair falls down in front of them. “Put this on please.” His sharp jaw clenches as he pulls back after making sure that I am steady on my feet to pull the zipper down on his grey hood. Slipping it around my body that is only covered in a tight cropped top and shorts, his hand passes over my shoulders, sending shivers through me before they move around to my front pulling the zipper back up. The soft, thick material falls just above the bottom hem of the shorts. It’s warm and smells nice, much better than anything I have ever owned before. Where were my clothes and bag though. Did he have them? He is only wearing a pair of basketball shorts now. The thick muscles of his biceps flex as he carefully watches me. My eyes move over his defined abs the clear and defined lines alerting me to every single, perfectly strengthened muscle under his tanned impeccable skin. Fighting the urge to take a step forward and run my fingers delicately over the defined v-lines leading me beneath the low slung material of the basketball shorts. Gulping I scrunch my nose dropping my head down, I grip at the material of his hoodie that extends past my hands in length as I take a step back away from him finally looking back up to meet his eyes. He’s smiling. The way his eyes light up as his pink lips spread over his cheeks showing his straight white teeth beneath. Why is he smiling at me?