Forever His

Chapter Four: Stella

"Finally, you're mine"

The words send a shiver down my spine and I immediately try to shut the door. I stumble back as the man pushes it open easily, a low chuckle coming from him. He stood in the doorway, looking down at me with his dark, intimidating eyes. The edges of his mouth curled up into a grin.

"How cute" He said lazily, his voice was low and accented deeply. His eyes locked with mine, his gaze pinning me in place.

My entire body froze. His eyes seemingly staring into my soul. He shoved the door open, knocking me over. I get up quickly and take a step backwards, my eyes wide in fear.

I look over him in the darkness, trying to make out some image of him. He was very tall, at least 6'5". His hair was sort of long and dark. His suit looked very expensive, tattoos peeking out from underneath the fabric. His arms bulged underneath the fabric and his shirt looked like it was pulled tight over his chest. He looked dangerous.

I glanced around for something to throw at him, trying any way I can to fight back. Only problem was I couldn't get to anything. Great.

"Don't fight me, flower. You won't win." He said sternly, as if he could read my thoughts. A chill ran down my spine as his eyes stayed locked with mine. He took a step close to me, trying to close the distance I had put between us. I take another step back, my heart pounding on my ears.

"G-get away f-from me" I stutter, my voice shaking in fear.

He smirked and approached me quickly, backing me against the far wall of the bedroom. He slammed a tattooed hand against the wall by my head, making me squeal in fear, and reached out with the other one and started stroking my cheek. A small smile forms on his lips, but not like the ones before. This one seemed sincere, but crazy scary nonetheless.

"Absolutely perfect" He mumbles, his long fingers delicately tracing my face. His eyes are filled with... Something. I can't tell exactly what but it's something I've never seen before.

It causes chills to run through me and I shiver, his low chuckle following suit. I tried to move but he leaned in closer, pinning my body to the wall with his, his smirk growing.

"Not so fast, angel" He growled. "You aren't going anywhere"

I shove against his chest with my hands and he grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head with one strong, veiny hand.

"Let go of me!" I cry out, panicked and full of fear. I try to struggle against his grip, but my strength is no match for his. He tightened his grip slightly and looked down at me, a smirk on his face but his eyes were full of seriousness that made me stop struggling.

Instead, I look around. He gently grabbed my chin and forced my eyes to his, a wide grin displayed on his face. He moved his fingers gently over my jaw, tracing down my neck.

"Wh-Who are you?" I ask, my voice shaking in panic. The man doesn't answer, but instead reaches for something in his pocket. He pulls out a syringe filled with a clear liquid, his dark eyes meeting mine. He strokes my face gently with his free hand, moving the other one up to my neck, hovering just over my pulse.

I try and struggle against him, but he quickly inserts the needle into my neck, pushing the drug into my system. The drug works fast, my limbs becoming weak as the world begins to spin around me. I look up at him through heavy eyelids, my eyes full of panic.

I hear his low laugh as he sees me slipping from consciousness, his arms moving to catch me as I go limp.

Then everything goes black.