seven souls seven sins

chapter 95: home sweet home

Natasha's pov:

Oil. Gas. Cologne. Sweat.

Random scents pick up via my nasal system first then slowly followed by the sounds of thumping along metal pavements. The sounds are hard and rough with a fiery undertone to each step. Masculine voices whiz past me and my body sways in a repetitive motion. As my lids remain shut, the faint flickering of light emerges through the thin skin glands covering my pupils.

Mint. Scotch. Wood. The following cologne notes override my senses.

The same scents that I've learned to love and cherish once upon a time. The same scents that I now detest with a burning passion. The same scents that I've grown accustomed to over the past year. The same scents that I identify with one person. The one person who had the ability to defy my understanding of love, but ended up crushing my hopes and dreams instead.

I need a glimpse. I need to test my theory. I need verification that I'm not in his arms right now.

No matter how hard I try, my eyelids don't budge. I'm sedated. Although my body feels limb, I do manage to feel a thumb rubbing me. His thumb rubbing me. I feel him. Gentle patterns in circular movements on my knee. I feel his chest heave up and down and then nothing. Literally nothing.

I hear a machine operate and then silence.

He slips me out of his muscular arms and my thighs collide with cold metal. My eyes finally flutter open as I feel a rope-like material tightens around my wrists and ankles. "I told you not to touch me." I reinstate what I told my ex two weeks ago without looking up. I've never found grey concrete more fascinating than as of right now.

"They were going to BDSM you, this was the best that I could bargain for." Nico's voice is course, rough and masculine. Not the same sweet tone I've heard countless of times before.

My eyes reach his as he kneels down to finish tying the final knot. I watch as his fingers brush near my ankle which sends a burst of electricity up my leg. His green eyes hood so much sincerity, pity too. "Don't act as if you wouldn't participate in it." I scoff and try to stand up but I'm glued down to the cold metal chair. Realisation dawns on me before Nico could generate a response.

"You may not be participating in my supposed BDSM, but you're participating in my kidnapping?" My eyes weaken with betrayal.

"Nat, please. Don't make this any harder than it needs to be." His voice is gruff with emotion behind his words, as if he doesn't want me to be here anyways. "It doesn't need to be hard in the first place." A frosty sentence comes out of Charles's mouth from the door infront of me.

"Son." He gives Nico a warning look before dismissing his offspring from the room.

Now I finally get a good look at my surroundings. Futuristic walls with an avant-garde type of advanced door keeping me locked in here. I instantly notice the same iris scanning machine that was also in Auntie Anne's house. The walls are panels of aluminium and zinc with galvanised square steel bars holding the ceiling up.

"Is this your derived version of a bunker?" I mock the asshole in front of me.

"I'd watch that precious mouth of yours Natasha, I've got a long line of men who'd love to have their cocks down it." His disgusting behaviour just got even worse. I grimace at the thought and turn to the side. Thick, black and brooding handcuffs are cemented to the wall. His gaze follows mine. "Just a precaution incase you try anything malicious, it also serves as a great warning too." Charles rubs a hand over his cherry chin.