Kidnapped

Natalia's POV :

I blinked several times until my eyes could adjusted the lights and then I slowly opened my pester eyes.

First of all a white ceiling came into view. Then I looked around and realized I was in a small bedroom.

Every piece of furniture in the room was white. I slowly raised myself in a sitting position. I didn't know how long I was passed out.

Then everything flashed in my mind about how they had kidnapped me and tortured my family.

I had seen my father's and granny's lifeless body was falling on the floor. I didn't know where mom and Ellerie were. What if everyone was dead, my heart ached painfully thinking about it.

If I had done everything that he wanted, my parents would've been alive now. My innocent baby brother would've played with his favourite remote controlled car.

My funny, grumpy and loving granny would've been alive too. I still remember how she had collected different kinds of roses for me when I wished to plant various rose's plants on my balcony.

It was all my fault, my selfishness, my foolishness and my underestimation for that man which brought me here and ruined my happiest family.

I cried loudly in repentance and agony even though my eyes and lungs gave up and my head was pounding painfully. I tried to find a way to escape from this room but the white wooden door was locked behind and there was no window in the room. And it made me more crazy.

I started throwing things here and there though this room had almost nothing, just a bed, a closet, nightstand, a small coffee table and a single couch.

I screamed and flipped the mattress and sheet harshly and threw them on the floor. I shattered the small wooden coffee table on the floor and it broke into pieces. Clutching my hair with my both hands I collapsed on the floor and cried hard.

A few moments later, the door opened emphatically and someone started approaching me slowly.

I was shaking in hatred, anger, at the same time in fear. I looked up and saw he was standing in front of me, wearing a black leather jacket, a black shirt underneath, black jeans and black shining shoes.

He looked devilishly handsome but deep down he was a heartless, merciless monster who destroyed my life, my family, my future and everything.

"What the fuck is this?" He said in a calm tone looking around.

What did he expect me to do? He kidnapped me and my family suffered for him, I didn't even know if they were alive or not. Then what did he expect from me?

I just didn't want to talk to this son of a bitch right now so I pulled my knees on my chest and wrapped them by my arms.

Dipping my face between my knees, I let my tears fall silently and prayed that he'd leave me alone.

But he grabbed my hair abruptly and pulled me up on my feet, making me look at him. I cried out in pain and dug my nails on his hand but he showed no emotions.

"When I ask a question, you better look at me and answer it from next time. Understand?" He grabbed my jaws painfully by the other hand as I felt it'd break in any moment.

"I won't. What'll you do? Kill me? Then do it." I hissed in pain and gritted my teeth.

His eyes started gleaming in anger. I felt the grip of my hair and jaws released and before I could blink, a tormenting slap landed on my right cheek with full force.

I fell on the bed and for a few moments I couldn't see anything. The pain was so unbearable and burdensome that my breath stopped for a few seconds.

He again grabbed my hair and threw me toward the wall like I weigh nothing but a tennis ball, but I lost my balance and my head crushed on the nightstand.

I screamed in pain. I felt something warm was rolling down on my ear. I looked at him in horror and placed my hand on my earlobe. When I brought it back to see what it was, my eyes went wide and I screamed with all my energy.

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When I opened my eyes again, I was still in the same room. I tried to raise up a bit but immediately regretted for the decision. My head was throbbing and spinning. I placed my hand on my head and realized a huge bandage was wrapped around it. The door suddenly opened slowly as he entered.

"How are you feeling now?" He asked in a soft tone.

Wait, where was this coming from?

He hit my head on the nightstand then he was asking how I was feeling. Ridiculous, isn't it? I decided to fire back but I had lost all my energy and I had no wish to get another hit on my head so I remained silent.

"Mmmm. Amelie said it'll be okay just you have to take some pills on time." He hummed and pointed to some pills on nightstand.

I said nothing and closed my eyes. I thought he was gone. But he laid beside me and started caressing my bandage slowly with his finger tips.

Honestly, I had no energy to fight with him. So I just closed my eyes and tried to sleep. But then he planted soft kisses on my cheeks and neck. His sweet cologne hit my nostrils.

I shivered when he placed his cold hand on my bare waist. I thought I was naked so I quickly opened my eyes and looked under the blanket. I was only in my black bra and underwear.

"Don't touch me." I hissed.

"Why? Are you afraid of leaving sweet moans when I touch you?" He smirked mischievously.

"I said don't touch me!" I shouted this time but it was a bad decision.

His facial expression changed and eyes became dark in anger. I bit my tongue as I regretted for what I had done just a few seconds ago. Now he'd definitely hit me and this time I would probably die.

But he threw the blanket aside and climbed on me. In one swift motion, he tore my bra apart. I widened my eyes and covered my breasts with my shakey hands but he removed them immediately.

"So perfect, so fucking perfect, baby. Don't ever try to hide your delicious body from me. You're only mine. Mine to see, mine to fuck." He rasped.

Tears threatened in my eyes as I started struggling to get out of his hold but he was so powerful. It was like a deer struggling with a tiger.

"Oh, rape me? Is that what you wanted from the beginning?Then do it and leave me alone." I hissed in anger as my wet eyes met his lustful one.

He frowned in annoyance. But then he shook his head and chuckled.

"I won't rape you, baby. I'll fuck you. And of course not against your will. I can promise when I'll do that you'll scream by my name, not for help." He whispered into my ear.

He pinned my hands over my head with his one hand and leaned forward. He started kissing and sucking my neck and harshly grabbed my left breast with his other hand. He pinched my nipple and started rubbing it with his thumb.

I bit my tongue to control my moans and on the other hand tears rolling down from my eyes. I hate it! I hate it because I was feeling the pleasure! I hate my body for reacting under his touch! This man ruined me, kidnapped me and tortured me.

But still my body was reacting under his touch. He found all my sweet spots and made me weak. My body was betraying my brain.

"Stop it, asshole!" I waggled and tried to punch him but failed.

He trailed down kisses on my neck and on my chest. He dipped down and started nipping, sucking and biting my nipples. I couldn't help but moan shamelessly.

Tears rolled down from my eyes incessantly. It felt good but it was so wrong and so sinful. His hand went down and ripped off my panties.

He harshly widened my legs with one hand but I struggled to close them. But as I said he was hundred times powerful than mine. He started rubbing my clit as I gasped loudly and bit my bottom lips.

"Is this rape? If it's rape then why are you so fucking wet for me, Natalia?" He whispered, looking at me with a devilish smirk.

"You sick bastard! You're taking advantage of me. I fucking hate you!" I pushed him back but he put more pressure on me.

"I know you like my touch." He smirked and shoved his big middle finger inside me. I hissed as I felt a sharp pain between my legs but that pain faded away and turned into pleasure when he in and out his finger. I moaned shamelessly but it was wrong. It was so fucking wrong!

"So tight and so warm. Fuck!" He growled.

"Stop it! Please! You're manipulating me! I fucking hate everything of you!" I cried out.

I gasped when he abruptly pulled his finger out of me. He looked at me for a few moments but I found no emotions into those blue eyes, they're just dark and soulless.

Within a blink, he stood up and got out of the room. I quickly got up and ran toward the door but that bastard looked at it before walking away.

I have to find out where my family was and I have to get out of this place. I ran into the bathroom and quickly turned on the shower.

I rubbed every inch of my body because I was still feeling his touch. I hate it. I let him touch me. I hate myself for everything! I let him do every dirty thing to my body. I started rubbing my body harshly.

I missed my family, I missed my beautiful old life. I screamed and cried hard until I fell asleep in the shower.