Lovesick | Natasha Romanoff (GxG)

Part 17; Forgive & Save Me

~Y/N's Pov~

As I opened my eyes, I was hit with a wave of nausea. Confused, I looked around, but the room was so dark, I could barely make out my surroundings.
The only light came from a few flickering candles, casting eerie shadows around the room. It almost look like a ritual, and I'm in the middle of it, sitting on a wooden chair.
I tried to move, but I quickly realized I was tied up, and my hands and feet were bound. I close my eyes, trying to remove my focus from the pain in my head and try to remember what happened.

Zayne.

As I sit here, helpless, I tried to think of what to do next. I have no idea where I am, or where he is. All I know is that I need to find a way to escape. 

Just then, a door swung open, but I couldn't see where. I looked around anxiously before wincing as a sharp light turned on above my head. Trying my best to see pass the bright light shining down onto me, I spot a figure closing the door.

Zayne spoke, "Ah, you're awake. Finally"

His footsteps got louder with every step he took closer, until he was right in front of me and kneeled down. He smiled, not in a psychopathic way, but It looked like a genuine, loving gesture. I narrow my eyes as he tried reaching out for my cheek. Swiftly, I twist my head away from him causing him to chuckle. He pulls back and stands up again.

"I see how it is" He smiles, "So, what can I get you, are you hungry. Water maybe?"

"Where the hell am I?"

He stands up, his smile fading. He pace up and down in a straight line.
"You're in my basement, princess." He spins towards me, "You know, this is the most insane love story ever! First, I hated you for beating me at my own game, the murder case. But, suddenly, every time you did the slightest of giggle, or even when your lips twitched into a tiny smile... when I hear your voice. When I saw you get so nervous when you figured out who I truly am. It drives me out of my fucking mind! I'm so in fucking in love with you!"

I stare at him with wide eyes. What the hell. It's like watching a movie with a psychopath, but this time, it's in real life and happening right in front of me. His voice, his devilish smile, his eyes filled with obsession, it gives me nightmares.
My breathing got unsteady, watching as he slowly comes closer, like he wants to intimidate me.

He looks down at me with a stern face. His emotions switch like a flick from a switch. "And now you're mine." He whispered, his lips curving into a wicked smile.

"Fuck you"

He grinned, "You'll get to do that later, be patient, baby."

His hand softly went to my cheek, his thumb drawing circles on my skin. "Here's what's going to happen" His voice becomes strict, "You're going to go get cleaned, and if you behave, I might consider letting you free around the house."

His hand moved down my jaw until it stopped at my chin. I grinned up at him as he smirked back, thinking I'd actually listen to him. Swiftly, I tilt my head down and sunk my teeth in his finger forcefully. He grunts, before pulling back. Before I could even blink, his fist came flying my way. I wince, jolting my head to the side as a stinging sensation burned my cheek, a loud slap echoing through the room. I'm pretty sure there's a red handprint left. Clenching my jaw, trying to act calm, he then forcefully grips my chin and whips my head towards him. I didn't dare to look at him, my eyes were fixated on the floor as his nails dig into my flesh.