Forbidden Lessons

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Sophia’s POV

My eyes slowly fluttered open and I tried to move, but my hands and legs were bound. I was tied to a wooden chair. Fuck.

All the memories started rushing back to me slowly and I tried to make sense of all that was going on right now but I wasn’t sure I could. The only thing my head could comprehend right now was the fact that I had been kidnapped. But I didn’t know why. And I didn’t know by who.

Why would someone kidnap me? Or was it Ian? Did he do it because he thought they I was going to reveal his secret? If he thought that then he was terribly wrong. I wasn’t interested in revealing his secret to anyone. In fact I wasn’t interested in anything that had to do with him.

My chest was hurting seriously and there was a lump in my throat. I knew I was about to cry and I couldn’t help it. I had fallen in love with Ian. I knew I had fallen in love with Ian. But now I was just finding out that I had fallen in love with a monster. It was a harsh reality to comprehend. I had fallen in love with a killer. I had been sleeping with a killer. I had shared the same bed with a killer.

It was something I could barely understand, and now I was feeling repulsed by myself. I should have known, but he didn’t even give any hints, apart from that day that he had turned away from me because I had scratched my hand and I was bleeding. He had turned away because of the scent of the blood.

It all made sense now.

And he had acted human so perfectly that I would have never suspected that there was something wrong if I didn’t overhear the conversation between him and his brother.

A tear slid down my cheek as I looked around. I was in a dark place. A warehouse, probably. I just didn’t know who it was that brought me here but it might have been him. It might have been Ian, or his brother who looked like he was going to kill me in any second while I was still there.

I sniffed, the tears pouring out of my eyes faster now. I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know what I should be thinking. Luckily, my mouth wasn’t gagged or taped so I could still speak.

“Ian?” I called out weakly, trying to frenmy hands but it seemed like the more I struggled the tighter it got. And my head was beginning to ache from the way that person had hit me.

“Ian?” I called out again, gulping. Did that mean that he wasn’t here? Did that mean that he had just brought me here and left me to rot or die because he didn’t want me to tell his secrets?

My heart began to pound harder in my chest. My parents…my family…Jenny…. They would never find out what had happened to me and just thinking about that was torture but I couldn’t help it.

“Ian?” I called out again, my voice getting louder and stronger.

I knew I wasn’t alone here. I could feel a presence around me, I just didn’t know who it was and why the person didn’t want to talk.

“Ian? Please answer me…untie me at least,” I begged. There was nothing but pindrop silence. Whoever it was wasn’t ready to answer me at all. All they wanted to do was hear my misery because they killed me.

“Ian?” I called out again, my voice breaking.

“Oh please, would you just shut up?” A voice snapped. I opened my mouth to call Ian’s name once again when I realized that it was a female that had called me and not him.

A woman.

Slowly, she came into view and I could see what she looked like. She had black hair and she was dressed in a pink jacket, white turtleneck top and pink trousers. She has black eyes that seemed to be staring deep into my soul. But I didn’t know who she was.