~𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮'𝓼 𝓕𝓪𝓼𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓕𝔂𝓸𝓭𝓸𝓻.~💜

CHAPTER 4: THE AWAKENING

Next morning, you woke up in a dark room, tied to a bed... You analyzed your surroundings but didn't recognize anything.

You felt petrified, you didn't know what to do as the knots of the ropes were well tightened... Somehow made by a professional.

Suddenly, you saw the same man you thought you'd be with for the rest of your life... The one and only Fyodor... As you remembered his last words...

"Good night, Moya lyubov'."

You were shaking in fear, as Fyodor was now a completely different man. He wasn't the sweet gentleman anymore; he was the complete opposite. A sadistic man...

Fyodor then approached you without a warning and cupped your chin in his hand, and finally spoke...

"You're awake, Milaya..." He sadistically grinned...

"No shit Sherlock..." You replied, feeling betrayed.

Fyodor frowned at your answer, but then began laughing maniacally.

"Oh, Sakharnaya sliva... We're now going to play detectives?" Fyodor laughed at your pathetic attitude... At least, that's what he thought.

He then stopped laughing and looked at you with a dead serious look before saying,

"I'll warn you right away... Don't play smart with me... You'll only end up getting yourself hurt, is that what you want?... I don't think so Milaya." Fyodor said, insanely unstable...

He then turned the TV on as he made you watch the news about you being reported missing and that the Detective Agency is currently looking for you.

"Now, now... Look at that pretty face of yours on TV. Didn't know you could be so charming at times, darling..." He came back to his sweet tone...

You couldn't help it but shake in fear... You were horrified, you wanted to escape... But a tiny part of you still loved Fyodor...

Could it possibly be... Stockholm Syndrome? No, it couldn't be...

You tried as hard as possible to get these ropes to loosen up a little, but... no luck.

You then began screaming for help, thinking that the neighbors would probably hear your desperate cries...

Fyodor then rushed to the room, with duct tape. As his looks were now dangerous...

He approached you with no hesitation and taped your mouth, staring at you like a lunatic.

You flinched and stopped screaming, as you were scared for your life.

"Next time I won't hesitate to shut you up with more measurements." He then continued.

You couldn't move or speak up for yourself, you were more scared than anything now...

But then, you spat the tape away and gathered up courage before speaking,

"F-Fyodor... W-Why are you being an asshole?... W-What happened with the sweet Fyodor who took care of me and his friends?!" You said, breathing heavily as if you were about to have a panic attack...

"You ...called me an asshole..?" He responded, now completely gone.

You didn't respond as you didn't want to say something wrong again...

He suddenly let out a deliberated slap across your face, leaving a mark on it.

"You should consider this as a lesson to be learnt, milaya. I usually never go easy on people." The tall and slender man now said with no emotions coming across his figure.

You couldn't stop trembling, why was this happening to you? All you ever wanted was to enjoy your life at its fullest. To maybe one day go on a trip to Paris, damn it who knows?! But instead, you were trapped in a random guy's apartment, and you only had yourself to blame for accepting to even go take some air with this cold-hearted man.

"Tell me, sweetheart... Do you love me?" Fyodor suddenly said, making you snap out of your mind.

The situation was too exasperating for you to even let out one single word, it was as if something or someone sealed your mouth shut.

The sociopath suddenly grabbed your jaw with one hand and lifted it up to see you clearly.

"I asked you a question... Don't keep me waiting if you know what's best for you." He suddenly spat out.

Your mind was rushing, not knowing what to answer. It was a mixed feeling. You still liked him a bit but... at the same time didn't.

"Y-Yes..." You replied, absolutely scared.

Dostoevsky looked at you for some seconds before finally speaking up.

"Good girl, I would've hated to punish you if you had said no."

A part of you felt relieved that you hadn't said no, as you didn't know was punishment he would've given you. Especially after that slap he had given you earlier, that blow was insanely strong.

"But I'll let you onto something..." The man suddenly said,

"Loving me is never enough."

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(Note: Writing this chapter was indeed something! I hope that it will reach some hearts out there. Song for this chapter is Ultraviolence by Lana Del Rey! Credits to the video creator on Youtube! Bye bye, see yall next chapter :D)