𝑫𝑨𝑫𝑫𝒀𝑺 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳

Kidnapped

Nevaehs POV:

The night had been a whirlwind of unfamiliar sensations. River's presence lingered in my mind, a mix of intrigue and unease. I finally managed to shake off the intensity of the evening and was heading home, feeling a bit shaken but hopeful that maybe I'd come to understand what drew me to him.

Skylar had left with someone she'd met at the club, and I found myself walking alone down dimly lit streets, the city's hum a distant echo. The cool air was a stark contrast to the warm, crowded club, and I pulled my jacket tighter around me.

As I turned a corner, I noticed a figure in the shadows. Before I could react, I felt a hand clamp over my mouth, a rag pressed against my face. The world tilted, darkness closing in as the chemicals on the rag overwhelmed me.

Panic surged through me, but it was fleeting. My vision blurred, and my consciousness began to slip away. The last thing I remember was struggling weakly before everything went black.

When I woke, I was disoriented, the world around me muffled and unclear. My head throbbed, and I realized I was lying on something soft. As my senses slowly returned, I noticed the faint smell of baby powder and saw pastel colors around me.

My eyes focused slowly, revealing that I was in a crib. A sense of panic surged through me, mixed with confusion and fear. The bars of the crib loomed around me, and I tried to move, but my limbs felt heavy and uncoordinated. I could hear footsteps approaching and the murmur of voices, but they were too distant to make out.

A man's face came into view, a face I vaguely recognized from earlier. It was Grayson, the man who had been with River at the club. His expression was unreadable, a mixture of detachment and something darker.

"Welcome back," he said, his voice low and controlled. "River's been waiting for you."

I tried to speak, but the words came out garbled, the effects of the drug still clouding my mind. Grayson leaned in, his gaze cold and calculating. "River has plans for you. He's quite taken with you, and he's not the type to let go easily."

I shivered, the reality of the situation crashing down on me. The crib, the drugs, the ominous tone of Grayson's voice, everything pointed to a situation far beyond what I had imagined when I agreed to come to the club.

Grayson's face faded from view as he left, and I was left alone in the crib, the weight of my predicament settling over me. I couldn't shake the feeling of dread that River's possessive nature had led me into this terrifying situation.

In the quiet that followed, the only sound was my own ragged breathing and the distant hum of the city outside. I had no idea what River had planned for me, but I knew one thing for sure, my life had taken a dark turn I wasn't prepared for.

The room was dimly lit, the pastel colors of the nursery casting a soft, eerie glow. My heart pounded as I lay there, trapped in the crib, struggling to make sense of my surroundings. The drug-induced haze was starting to wear off, leaving me with a growing sense of fear and confusion.

I heard the faint sound of footsteps approaching, and my breath hitched. River walked in, his presence commanding and powerful. He moved with a deliberate grace, his expression one of calm authority. Gone was the playful, teasing demeanor from the club. Instead, he radiated a controlled, almost paternal dominance that made the air feel heavy.

River stopped by the crib, his gaze softening slightly as he looked down at me. "Hello, little one," he said, his voice smooth but laced with an edge of authority. "I see you're finally awake."

I tried to push myself up, but my limbs felt weak and unsteady. "River... why? What's happening?" I managed to croak out, my voice trembling.

He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he reached down, his hand gently brushing my cheek with a tenderness that was almost disconcerting given the situation. "You're safe here. I've taken measures to ensure that you're well cared for."

His words were meant to reassure, but they only deepened my anxiety. The way he spoke was both comforting and controlling, like a parent soothing a child, but with an undertone that made my skin crawl.

"I know this isn't how you expected the night to go," River continued, his gaze never leaving mine. "But I promise you, this is for the best. You're mine now, and I'll take good care of you."

The weight of his words sank in, and I felt a chill run through me. "Yours? What do you mean?"

River's expression remained calm, but there was a firmness in his tone that left no room for argument. "You belong to me. I'm going to take care of you, and in return, you'll learn to trust me. Everything will make sense soon."

He took a seat beside the crib, his posture relaxed but authoritative. "For now, rest. You've been through a lot, and I don't want you to be uncomfortable. I'll make sure you're well taken care of."

The way he spoke, the way he treated me—it was like he saw me as a child in need of guidance rather than a person with autonomy. His dominant, almost paternal approach was unsettling, yet it had a strange allure that I couldn't quite understand.

"River, please," I said, my voice breaking. "I don't want this. I just want to go home."

His gaze softened, but his resolve remained. "I understand you're scared, little one. But this is how things are now. I'll help you adjust, and you'll come to see things my way."

He reached out, gently adjusting the blanket around me, his touch both firm and comforting. "You'll find that I'm not so bad. In fact, you might even come to enjoy being cared for this way."

I watched him as he stood up, his presence still looming over me. He gave me one last, reassuring look before turning to leave. "Rest now. We have a lot to talk about tomorrow."

As he walked out, the door closed softly behind him, leaving me alone in the nursery. The room felt suddenly smaller, the bars of the crib a stark reminder of my confinement. The dominance in River's voice and the paternal way he spoke to me filled me with a mix of fear and confusion.

I lay there, trying to make sense of it all, my thoughts racing. What did River truly want from me? And how would I ever find a way out of this situation? The answers seemed elusive, swallowed up by the oppressive darkness of the room and the uncertain future that lay ahead.