My Winter

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Winter's pov:

I would read books where the person that got kidnapped would wake up, and take a few moments trying to remember where they are. I don't think it was all that accurate.

I woke up before I opened my eyes, and immediately I remembered what happened. I didn't want to open my eyes just yet. I used my ears to know if I was alone, and my guess is that I am. I can't hear anyone move or breathe. The smell of expensive cologne hit my nose. I'm glad it wasn't to strong. It would've given me a headache. I definitely don't need that right now. I used my touch to feel why I feel so comfortable. I felt a pillow under my head and silk under my body. I'm on a bed. His bed.

I slowly opened my eyes, and I was right. No one was here, and I am definitely in a mans room. Black and red decorated throughout the room. I saw the red curtains, and behind the curtains was a dark night, with little stars to be seen. Jeez. That drug must've been strong to knock me out for over 8 hours.

I sat up as scary thought went through my mind. I wanted to make sure he didn't rape me, so I looked down to see any bleeding and didn't feel any unusual pain down there. I let out a breath of relief. I'm still a virgin. And I still had my clothes, the ones that I was wearing earlier, on and in tact.

I looked around for an exit and found the door. I swung my legs over the bed and slowly stood. If that drug is that strong, it's not a good idea to move around quickly. If I want to get tout of here in one piece it's best to take it slow. I could get dizzy and fall, hurting myself.

I successfully stood without falling and tiptoed to the door. Just as I got close to the door, I gasped and stepped back, as I saw the door swing open.

He stopped when he saw me and I saw his shoulders relax a little. He stepped forward a little and closed the door.

"You're awake." He spoke softly in an accent. "I brought some water. You need to drink."

Thats true. I do. But I want to get out of here first.

"Let me go." I demanded.

He gave me a small smile and shook his head. "Now why would I do that, Bella?"

"Why would you keep me?" I shot back.

His smile grew wider and he walked towards me. "Drink this, and we'll talk."

I took steps back and stopped when he did. I didn't want him near me as I try to figure out why I'm here.

"You don't have me for ransom," I gestured around. "You don't need any more money. And I highly doubt you took me for sex trafficking, so I will ask again. Why. Am. I. Here?"

"Your eyes darken when you're mad." He evaded my question. "Your right eye turns dark blue, like a storm over the ocean. And your left eye turns dark brown, like the earth is rumbling."

I looked away as I felt my cheeks heat up. Only one person in my life made references like that about my eyes. And I miss her so much.

I heard his footsteps come closer to me and I quickly stepped back until I hit a wall. My breathing quickened as I knew I was about to be trapped. I literally couldn't go anywhere and I knew better than trying to fight him and out run him. I could tell he was more athletic than me. His black buttoned up dress shirt hugged his body, especially his arms.

He stopped just inches from me and he lifted my chin up to look at him. He was tall. Had to be about 6'3. Im 5'6. I'm not short. But he made me feel so small. I was intimidated, scared, and trapped. I hated that feeling. His touch sent shivers through my body. I tired not to let him see that I was effected by it, but his smirk told me he saw it. Dammit.

"Don't hide you're beautiful face from me, Winter." He demanded.

And then it dawned on me. He wanted me... to be his. Like those books I read on wattpad about the billionaires kidnapping the girl because they wanted her. I'm that girl now. I'm living it. And I do not like it.

I lifted my head to get out of his touch and looked away. I heard him set the glass of water down somewhere and my face again with both hands and gripped it to where I couldn't move my head at all.

"What did I just tell you?" His voice wasn't soft anymore. He was getting mad.

"Please." I began to plead. "Don't hurt me."

I felt his grip on me loosen and I saw his dark eye relax.  "I won't hurt you, mia ragazza." He said in a low tone.

"That's what they all say." I wanted to believe he wouldn't hurt me. But I learned from experience, never take anyones word for it.

His eyes searched mine as if he was trying to find the answer as to why I said that. And in fear that he would, I closed my eyes.

I didn't know I was crying till I felt his thumb wipe a tratior tear. He tenderly kissed my forehead and apologized.

He let go and took a few steps back, allowing me to breathe and relax a little. I looked up at him and saw he was looking elsewhere.

"I took you because I'm a selfish man," He explained. "When I saw you, I wanted to hold, care, protect and love you. And I don't know why. I guess that's another reason why I took you. I want to know why I feel like I need you. And I always get what I want."

When he said that last sentence he looked at me. I began to worry that I would never be free. I got a taste of freedom when I moved to New York. Something I've always wanted and never had. And he was taking it from me. And there's nothing I can do about it. He's to powerful. And if I somehow managed to leave, I would always be running. I don't want to run for the rest of my life. I want to live. Not just survive.

"I would have asked you out, but I know you would have turned me down." He continued. "You knew I was trouble and didn't want any of that. And that's smart." He sat down at the edge of the bed and messaged his head. "But like I said, I wanted you."

I swallowed the tears that were threatening to appear. I was angry and sad at the same time. This is some 365 days shit right here.

"Please don't keep me a prisoner," My shaking voice said. "As you probably already know, I got into a residency program at the hospital. I really want to be a doctor. And I get that you want me to be yours or whatever, but please let me continue to live my life. Please don't keep me your prisoner." What I said caused him to look up at me.

He got up and started getting close to me again, backing me up against the wall. "I will let you live and do things outside these walls. You may continue your schooling and residency. But make no mistake, you are mine now. No man, besides me, may be allowed to touch you. Am I clear?"

I nodded somewhat gratefully. At least I'll be able to talk to guys.

"And you will live here with me." He stated.

My eyes widden and I was about to protest but he gave me a look. A look that said 'its not up for discussion'. So I kept my mouth closed about it.

"I have rules," I rolled my eyes. Joy. "1. Do not try to escape from me. I will find you. And once I do, you will regret it." I gulped. "2. Do not disobey me. Again, you will regret it. 3. Do not disrespect me. Like for example, what you just did with your eyes there. Am I understood?"

I looked down in submissiveness, which I hated, and nodded.

"Good girl." I heard him smile. "Any questions?"

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Nicolas. Nicolas Ruggiero. You can call me Nic."

"I'd like to call you something else." I mumbled, very, very quietly.

"What was that?" He raised his eyebrow.

"Nothing. I'm just... a little hungry."

"I will bring up some food. For now, wait here. And drink some water." He told me, walking out.

After he left and shut the door, I slid down to wall, buried my face in my knees and cried.