Fearless

Chapter Two

I felt warm. I turned from my back to my front, I never felt comfy sleeping on my back. This bed was so soft and so much nicer than my own bed. Wait a minute... within a flash I remembered everything. I got up and threw myself out of the bed... unfortunately my head spun making me feel like I'd drank too much the night before. I fell to the ground and everything was hazy. I felt the arms of someone as they lifted me and placed me back on the bed. I tried to thrash them of me but once again to no avail.

"You are certainly a feisty one," a voice said. Instead of kicking and hitting I stopped and looked. It was the man from earlier. "Wh...who are you and what do you want from me?" I asked my voice sounding hoarse as if I hadn't spoke in a long time. "The question my dear," he said whilst twirling my hair through his fingers, "is how are you still alive?" I flinched away at his touch, which only seemed to entertain him. "Would you like to know the answer?" He asked with a sly smile.

He leaned in closer making me lean further away but the only place to go was onto the bed. He then grabbed my chin making me stare him in the eyes. His eyes were an icy light blue... the opposite to my dark blue eyes. They complemented his scruffy sandy blonde hair. Wait what was I thinking. He climbed on top of me my legs in between his. Sucker... I quickly kneed him where it hurts and tried my best to push him off of me. As I began to run towards the door he had already got ahold of my waist, throwing me back onto the bed.

"Now why can't you just be a good girl and stay put!" He complained in a teasing way, "ahh... but you'd be no fun if you didn't." I blushed at the thought that I was only making this more exciting for him. "You were the first girl to ever try to escape in the storage facility... I was only there for my yearly inspection of the trafficking side of business and there you were, the only girl to have the guts to fight," he said, holding my wrists down onto the bed, "that's why I just had to have you, you'd been out cold for over a day so I decided to leave you to sleep and when I was informed that you had woken up I had rushed back to see my lovely prize..."

He spoke seductively as if trying to make me melt. I was having none of it. I wriggled to get away but his grip was tight. "But when I came in you had climbed out the window and ran off, just what kind of girl are you?" He asked with curiosity. I felt a shiver of fear down my spine. "You were covered in snow when we found you... only just alive, when we brought you back you had a raging fever and were on your death bed but... what would be the fun in that?" He whispered once again edging closer, "we have a sort of medicine we give to our soldiers, bodyguards and mercenaries, it makes even the sickest man or the dumbest man fit, agile and smart, it was my idea to give you some to make you live!"

What... medicine? How can any substance make you smart? He could see that I was confused at the notion. "However, you seem to have a knack for one in a million chances... what was the chance that I would be there to witness the only girl who ever tried to fight her way out from the trafficking rooms, what was the chance that you would actually escape from the third floor of this building..." he continued staring at me confusedly, "and what were the chances that you would be given the faulty formula which had 10 times the concentration of what it should have, out of thousands of vials and survive!"

Oh my god. "You are truly one in a million... you were out cold for three whole weeks and still came round... and now you're mine," he whispered into my ear. "NO!" I screamed. I tried struggling once more... nothing. "Right," he said with a smile, "you're going to need to go to the bathroom, the maids have already ran you a bath and after we'll get you something to eat." I turned my head away from him. "Or.. we could just skip straight to dessert.." he once again whispered seductively before putting his lips on mine.

I cried and cried and cried. There was no point struggling. That was completely useless. He lifted his lips from mine and stared at me with his ice blue eyes. "You're lucky you know... if I wasn't there you'd have been raped a few times until you submitted and then sent off to be a prostitute somewhere... but you intrigued me and you are so beautiful I knew I just had to have you," he laughed, "you'll be living in this room with me, you will not leave the room... we've even put bars on the windows to stop you going walk about's again... you will sleep in the same bed as me and you will do as you are told!" He sighed. "I do not wish to shout at you but you must understand... if you try to run away again and by some miraculous way get on the mansions grounds... you will be shot to kill!"

I couldn't stop the tears. He lifted me onto his lap and held me like a baby. "If you're a good girl you'll get more freedom and be allowed to move around the mansion," he added as he lifted me up and walked towards the bathroom. "Who are you?" I asked weary of his words. "My name is Viktor Petrov... and I am the head of the Bratva," he declared proudly. "The what?" I asked utterly confused of this whole situation. He looked down at me smugly. "The Russian Mafia my dear..." he chuckled. "What..." I whispered. Oh shit...

He put me down when we entered the bathroom. "I'll leave for a moment so you can use the... facilities," he explained as he walked out and closed the door behind him. I did as I was told. I am in deep shit... what the hell am I going to do. After I had finished, I opened the door to let him back in. I had to hold onto the side with the sink to keep myself up as my legs were still weak. That's when I noticed myself. I was thin.

"You finally noticed... I liked you when you had a bit of meat on you but now... you look incredible, just look at that figure.." he practically purred. He then began to undress me. "Get off!" I howled. I wasn't going to let him do this. "You can't get in the bath dressed now can you!" He laughed. I blushed out of embarrassment. "Then get out I can bath myself!" I snarled. "Oh no.. I am staying here and watching you're every move," he once again laughed and before I could move away he had already pulled my nightdress down... revealing everything. I put my hands over myself but it was already too late.

He chuckled once more and put me into the bath full of warm water and soft bubbles. "What's your name?" He asked. "What's it to you?" I scoffed before realising I just said that to a mafia boss and my kidnapper...however, he didn't seem angry he actually seemed amused by my audacity. "A... Annabelle," I quickly replied regretting my own stubbornness... I was on a one way street to a bullet in the head already.

"I won't have you killed just because you're too stubborn for you're own good... I like that about you... Annabelle," he words left a shiver down my spine. He was most certainly attractive... wait what was I thinking. Now was not the time to be thinking such things. You need to get back home. Home... "what about my mum and dad... I need to go home!" I cried realising that I had been gone for so long.

"Actually there's been a big story on the news... it seems my men chose the wrong place to grab and go, they caught the whole thing of CCTV and there's a nice clip of your parents crying on TV begging for you to be given back to them, that how you have no money and come from a family of no importance etcetera," he remarked, "but you can't go back to them... you belong to me now." I began to lifted my knees and held them up, burying my face away from him. Tears began to fall once again. "How many girls have you done this too?" I cried.

"Trafficked... I do not have a number," he replied. I shook my head. "That's not what I mean, I mean how many girls have you kept!" I questioned. "Only you, during my inspections no girl has ever peaked my interest... until you," he mumbled. For a split second he seemed like a young boy confessing to a girl however, he quickly hardened back to his more mature demeanour. He picked up a bottle of shampoo. "What are you doing?" I asked watching his every move. "I'm going to wash your hair," he laughed, "get your hair wet."

I was about to say no but I needed to stay in his good books if I want to keep my neck. I did as I was told. As I put my head into the water he quickly took the opportunity to move the bubbles that had been covering me. I lifted myself back up quick to cover myself but his hands had already began to touch. "S...stop!" I pleaded to no avail. "You can't resist," he cooed, "your body, your heart and even your soul are mine now, I will make you love me and soon you'll be the one asking to be touched."

His hands began to wander down. "DON'T!" I screamed, pushing him away from me. And then it dawned on him. He seemed to have a frog in his throat as he said, "you're not a... a virgin are you?" I must have turned bright red. "No..." I lied. He could tell I was lying. His smile widened. He began to kiss my neck, making me feel dizzy. "I'll solve that later..." he purred, "but for now your hair." He gently washed my hair and then wrapped me in a white fluffy towel. I was walked over to a vanity where some maids began to dry and style my hair and then dressed me in a simple black dress as he waited. "Beautiful..." he whispered from the distance.