Ch 02: The Captor

Ellena’s POV

I woke up with a sharp pain in the back of my head.

Where was I? My vision was blurry I couldn’t see well. What happened to me?

I tried to move around but... my hands...

I was cuffed to a bed with my hands above my

head and there was a piece of cloth in my mouth.

“Mmph?...” I was gagged too.

Oh no.

Memories of what happened came rushing in and I instantly started to panic. I was KIDNAPPED. I felt a chill run down my spine as I tried to figure out where I was. I struggled against the cuffs but it was no use... I couldn’t move, nor could I shout or scream... plus I could barely see since it was dark wherever I was.

To add to it, I heard footsteps closing in and soon the door opened, with a figure of a tall man, appearing at the door.

Fear took over my body. what should I do? who was this guy? Again I struggled against the restraints to no avail. What else could I do as the deadly person started walking towards the bed?

I was scared. I was so scared... My whole body was shaking.

Suddenly He turned on the lights and I was blinded by the sudden illumination of the room.

“Mmph...mmph...” No no no please don’t come any closer... was what I was trying to say but it only came out as a muffle.

To my dismay, he stood besides the bed and me being too scared of what he might do to me, I turned my head away and averted my eyes. Well my miserable plan ro avoid him failed since the next thing he did was grabbing my chin and forcing me to look his way.

He was tall a man with dark brown hair and grey colored eyes. He was wearing a long black coat with a pair of black leather gloves and a pair of grey colored jeans.

He stared into my eyes with an amused expression in his eyes... I on the other hand was almost paralyzed by the fear of what he might do to me.

The next thing he did, was letting go of my chin as his hands went around my neck to relieve my of the gag around my mouth.

I was planning to scream or at least beg him for mercy the second he takes the gag off but somehow my brain seemed to tell me that wasn’t a good idea.

The last thing I wanted was having that gag back around my mouth.

“You’re awfully quiet... I’m beginning to think you didn’t need the gag to begin with.” He said smiling down on me. It was creepy as hell.

“Wh...what do you w-want from me?” I finally manage to squeeze out a few word while trying to increase the distance between us as much as I could.

“Oh, she talks.” He said almost laughing at my petrified state. I mean, excuse me, I don’t get kidnapped everyday.

“W-who are you?” Desperate to get some sort of answer from him, I asked another question, hoping he wouldn’t ignore this one as well.

Again he didn’t answer me... how surprising.

Instead he sat on the bed and leaned closer, to the point that I could feel his breath on the nip of my neck. His eyes looked utterly amused. Just looking at my scared distorted face had given him enjoyment to this extent. This dude was crazy. Thinking of the things he can do to me as I lied there helplessly made me feel shivers all over my body. 

"What do you think?" He asked, his face buried around my neck. I involuntarily closed my eyes and turn my head trying to avoid him.

“Please don’t do this...” I begged. I already knew where this was going and I hated it but again what was there that I could do?

To my surprise he stopped there and pulled off me. Now he was sitting right next to me, on the bed, giving me a sigh.

“You’re here because my client wants you to be here. And you will remain here until he says otherwise. Now I wouldn’t say I’m here to protect you but at the very least, so long as you stay put I promise not to hurt you.” He said, moving his hands up to mine and undoing the handcuffs.

Client? What the hell was that supposed to mean? He was going to keep me here for god knows how long. Did he expect me to just accept that?

“Oh ok I understand... you can’t refuse a client after all.” Was what I was about to say but again decided not to. I realized it’d be pointless to ask him who that “Client” is. Actually there was no real reason that he was telling the truth in the first place.

I sit up, looking down on my hands and rubbing the pain off them... I couldn’t get away right now. He already had me trapped around his hands, and speaking of experience, I stood no chance against him when it came to our raw strength.

As if on cue... he grabbed my wrist tightly, which made me look up at him reflectively.

“Fair warning: if you try to escape, I’ll hunt you down...” he said smiling like a devil.

He then brought his face closer to mine, whispering in my ear...

“And I’ll punish you for it...” He said before getting up the bed and leaving the room. I heard the door click so I knew he locked it.

Tears started welling up in my eyes as I rubbed my hands.

Why? Why me? Who was the client he mentioned?

I had no idea. But I’d rather not stay too long to find out. I needed to escape.

“If you eacape, I’ll hunt you down...” Yeah I heard that. That sentence felt like it came from the heart if nothing else. Then again I still had to get out. They were bound to hurt me one way or the other so I had no choice.

So I started looking around and searching the room hoping to find something useful. The room had no windows so the only way out was through the door. I wasn’t not sure what time it is but it wasn’t morning yet...I could tell that much when he opened the door and the lights were on outside.

I kept looking around but found nothing useful. If there was nothing in this god damn room, how was I supposed to escape?

I leaned back on the bed, sighing at my own bad luck.

So I spent the whole night thinking about all sorts of things as I dreaded the fact that he’llshow up again. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed but I couldn't sleep a wink. Time passed by slowly and after what felt like an eternity I heard the door creak and there he was again. 

I quickly got up the bed and almost ran to the corner of the room but he just laughed and closed the door as he came inside.

There was a plate of food and a glass of water in his hands. Food... when was my last meal anyway... I didn’t have anything for dinner that night and god knows how much had passed. No wonder I felt so light headed.

"I figured you deserve a reward since you've been so quiet." He said putting the plate down on the small drawer near the bed. I ignored his comment and just stepped away as he walked closer to the bed. This actually seemed to annoy him and he started drawing closer to me while I kept drawing back not thinking that a room is surrounded by walls and I’ll eventually run into one...

But well before even that happens he grabbed my wrist and I flinched trying to pull my hand back which only made him use more force.

“Well?...” He said peering into my face.

Well? Well what?

“Let go of me!” I protested but he didn’t budge. I put my other hand on his chest trying to push him away but soon he took hold of that too and I was out of options... My tears were already threatening to fall off any moment.

“Resist again and I’ll tie you back to that bed for the rest of the day.” He threatened in a low voice and I was paralyzed. I stopped struggling and looked down as I watched my tears fell down to the floor.

I stood there and standing was the best I could do, since my knees were threatening to give in any minute.

Well the only thing that did keep me standing was probably the fact that he was still holding my wrists tightly...

“What’s your name, little girl?” He suddenly asked and I found myself surprised. What was that supposed to mean? He kidnapped someone he didn’t know? Was he that stupid? Or was this just a trick question for him to find out whether I’ll tell him the truth or not...

His grip tightened a little, indicating that he was running out of patience.

“E-Ellena Park.” I decided to go with the truth. Hearing my voice, his grip loosened, giving me a satisfied face. As I thought he looked like he already knew that much.

“And how old are you, Ellena park?” He asked, using my full name to address me... It made me feel disgusted. I hated this man. He was playing with me, and he was having fun with it.

I hated him... I hated the fact that he was touching me and I hated the fact that he was controlling me like this. But I had no other choice... I had to play smart to aviod getting hurt.

"Nineteen...” I answered with a voice barely above a whisper and looked up to see his reaction. He was peering into my face, as if looking for traces of fear which he could obviously see everywhere... His gray colored pupils, drew me in like magic. He had a very distinctive face to be honest, which looked nothing like a thug that he was.

After a minute of awkward silence, he let go of my hand and drew back a little, putting his hands in his pockets.

For a second there I thought I saw doubt and regret in his eyes but I must have been wrong.

“Eat something... If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you take a bath soon.” He said before leaving the room, locking the door in the process.

Oh great... I was being rewarded? He lets me takes a bath?? What the **** was wrong with him? I couldn’t stand this anymore...

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