Possessive Love | Vinnie Hacker

three

Nai's p.o.v

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„I won't hurt you, Nailea"

I won't hurt you Nailea. His words are repeating in my head. I'm in a trance full of shock and trepidation.

Why the fuck does he know my name ?

Opening my mouth to say something, he lifts his hand to stop me from talking. His eyes are still fixed in mine as he lays his hand on my shaky leg.

„You've got your purse with you if had forgotten it. I didn't stalk you", he states, unbelievable shaking his head and acting like this whole situation is normal.

Somehow, the feel of anger boils up in me. I don't know if he's a psychopath, a drugdealer or a killer. But his Behavior towards me makes me want to punch him across the face.

But I can't since I try to survive in here. Where the fuck am I ?

„Where am I", I ask, curious about what's happening next.
He looks surprised by the fact that I've just said something. Again he stands up and breaks our eye contact.

„Orlando", he retorts while making a gesture with his hand to signal I should follow him.
We're in orlando? How long did i faint ? And how did we get here ?

My body tenses up as I try to stand straight as I slowly feel my head spinning. What the purpose of keeping me distant to my home town ? First I hesitate to follow him but I put myself together thinking :
If I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die anyways.

As he leads the way, I slowly come after him. He opens the door and I catch a sight of a long hallway. He walks, rapidly making sure I was clearly behind him. Then he suddenly stops walking and opening a door in front of him.

A bathroom? Is he gonna drown me or something?

I immediately get scared and anxious about what he will do to me. A look of confusion was written on his face as he points in the bathroom.

„Nailea I'm not doing anything to you. Trust me" , he says, calmly.

TRUST HIM? Does he know that this sentence sounds completely irrational ?

On my face you can see the disgust and distress I'm feeling but since I have nothing to loose, I get in.

„Do you have any bruises ? wounds ?", he asks, professionally as he takes out some cup out of the little shelf above the sink. In his voice you can't hear no sign of concern. He sounds like that this situation is his first time doing that.

I freeze again and thinking about my pain in my body. I have big bruises painting my body and a growing bump on my head. But I'll just deny that.

„N-No", I stutter, hoping he'd stop asking me weird questions. He groan, annoyedly and grabbing my arm to look at it. He strips down the black jacket I had on, leaving me wearing only a white crop top.

His fingertips running down my body, feeling my bruises on my arms and stomach, giving me goose bumps. My breathing is getting faster and faster because of fear and ... what is happening ?

His eyes keeps locked on my body which let me feel some type of way.

„I'm Vinnie by the way", he states, not showing any emotion as he applies medicine on the bruises and wounds. A throbbing pain goes through my body, causing me a sob leaving my mouth. Not a second later he immediately stops and looks at me with a glance of regret.

I don't know why I feel like this, but I'm starting to get comfortable around him. Since I'm still shocked and traumatized, not speaking a word, I break the tension and start talking.

„Why am I here ? What do you want from me ? Money? I'll give you anything but please let me go!", I practically beg him for it, but I don't have no choice.

„I don't need your money", he snickers, „But for specific reasons, you'll have to stay"

After he finished his last sentence I find myself crying and breaking down again. I feel numb. I can't imagine staying here forever. I'll die here or get killed by myself. I can't do this, and I won't.

Vinnie lifts my head up with his finger, carefully. His eyes goes up and down across my face, regarding me again.

And somehow not in a dangerous way. I can't really assume what he's been thinking of like before, but for some reason I know that he won't hurt me.