Fearless

Chapter Twenty Five

Strange. I felt strange. My stomach hurts... not the whole of it. More like a specific part underneath my stomach to the left. I shot up. "How are you feeling?" A familiar voice said... Stepanov. "Who does my stomach hurt," I hissed as I tried to get a baring of where I was. I was in a room similar to ours but it was definitely a different style. Ours is comfy and looks lived in where as this was posh and looked like everything was brand new and untouched.

"We had to take the chip out of you, we couldn't have him being able to find us now could we?" He chuckled. This scene was all to familiar... it is similar to the time I first woke to see Viktor. "Well shit," I groaned. He laughed. "You'll come to like it here, I'll treat you well so why don't you become my woman?" He said as he sat on the bed I was lying on. "You..you speak English?" I stuttered. He moved in closer.

"Right stop stop!" I shouted, "this is way too much of a déjà vu!" He laughed again. "This just reminds me the second time I woke up at Viktor's place," I sighed. "The second time?" He questioned. "Yeah, the first time I climbed out the window from the third floor and escaped," I explained, "I got really ill because I was out in the snow for ages and I was out of it for three weeks." He put his hand on his head. "You are quite the woman you know that," he chuckled, "why don't you forget about Viktor and be my mine already."

I shook my head. "Not interested... can I go home now?" I said bluntly. He got closer once again, I moved away. "Well, it's be a good girl and you get to stay in this nice comfy room or disobey me and you'll have to spend your days locked up," he teased. This guy was really trying. I pulled my thinking face for a moment before saying, "how do you usually keep your captives?" He gave me a funny look. "They're usually tied to a chair given no food or water for days and round the clock torture until they give us the information we want," he cautioned.

"I opt for that rather than have you trying to feel me up," I smiled, "although I don't really have any information to have interrogated out of me." He shook his head and pushed me down. He began pulling up the nightdress that was on me. "Get off!" I squealed. "I'm just checking your wound, stop squirming," he ordered. I instantly stopped moving. Wait why am I doing as I was told?

"How?" He uttered, there was definite déjà vu when I saw the slight mark, "we only operated a few hours ago." I saw him bite his lip when he looked at the black lace thong he had revealed from lifting the night dress. He began lifting it further. "No!" I screamed. Despite my struggling he took the nightdress off leaving me in the underwear I had placed in this morning. Wait is it even the same day?

"Stop struggling already, I'm just looking at the goods," he grumbled. "Well they're not yours to look at," I said finally getting him to let go of me. I grabbed the covers and surrounded myself in them. He smirked and unbuttoned his shirt. "Please stop," I cried. Tears began to fall... I was scratching myself. "H...how long has it been since that day?" I asked cautiously. He ignored me and continued undressing. "Please it's important, I need to know how long it's been since I've took my meds," I pleaded. He listened this time.

"It's been about a day," he sighed, "what medication do you need... we have a doctor I can get you some." He gave me a little pad of paper, I wrote down my antidepressant and then the name of my progesterone only pill. He read it and looked excited. "The pill?" He giggled... he thinks I want to. "Don't get excited... it's in case you rape me, I don't want children when I'm this young," I complained. His little spark of happiness left his face when I said the word rape. "I won't rape you, I'll only have you if want it... and you will want it," he gloated. "Good luck..." I scoffed.

"Oh yeah what's the other one, if you're an addict I'll find out and refuse you the pills... I was wondering if you were high on something with the way you dealt with my men," he babbled on. "I am not an addict thank you very much, they're my happy pills," I explained. He was baffled. "I don't really want to talk about it, if you've got a doctor like you said you have he'll tell you what they are... now stop pestering me," I frowned. He sighed and was about to walk out the room when he said, "I shouldn't be too long, tv's over there and the bathroom is through there." With that he finally left.

I went to the bathroom. A shower... exactly what I needed. I turned it on to get the water warm and went routing through the cupboards for shampoo and stuff... this room is definitely not lived in. In mine and Viktor's room the shampoo and conditioner is just lying about in the shower. I eventually found it all, took my underwear off and got in. Serenity. Showers have always been my best source of relaxation. I didn't hang about though so I just washed my hair and got out, there was no way I'd allow him to walk in on me. I used the towel to roughly dry my hair and then placed it around me. I quickly brushed my teeth and then went to get out and get changed before he came back.

"SHIT!" I screamed to find him standing right in front of the door when I opened it. He laughed his head off. "What are you playing at... get out you pervert!" I shouted. But he just turned around and sat on the bed. "Happy pills huh," he said. I ignored him and went searching around the room for some clothes. Nothing. "Where are the clothes?" I asked. He gave a low chuckle. I have a bad feeling about this. "There aren't any yet... I have maids waiting on standby but they won't come until I tell them to," he smirked.

He sauntered over looking really cocky. "You sneaky son of a," he stopped me before I could finish. "Kiss me and I'll get them to bring them in," he teased. Errrrm... no. I shook my head. "Then take of towel and let me see you naked," he laughed. "How about I kick you in the bollocks since neither are an option I'm willing to do!" I complained. He looked at me with his big dark blue eyes, I had to look away for a moment because he staring was making me nervous. They way he looks at me is just how Viktor does when he wants me... and I don't like that.

"It's just one little kiss," he grinned. "It isn't just one little kiss... it's cheating on him," I sighed. "You actually have feelings for him, that guy is one of the most feared Mafia Bosses in Russia and he has actually brainwashed you to fall for him!" He exploded. I blushed thinking about it. "A hug then," he sighed, "give me a hug and I'll get them to bring you some clothes." I lit up as he said it and hugged him on instinct. I looked up and he was in shock for a moment but then softened, he seemed happy.

He let me go and opened the door, in rushed a couple of maids with a handful of clothes and stuff. They quickly hung it all up and placed underwear on the bed then left. I stood there for a moment waiting. "What are you waiting for, take a look and pick what you want to wear," he chuckled. I gasped. He was being serious. "You mean... you're not going to pick what you want me to wear?" I asked in disbelief. "So when you told my uncle he picks what you wear you actually meant it?!" He chocked.

I sighed, "Down to the underwear..." He didn't quite believe it for a second until he sort of came round and shook his head. "I was about to give into temptation and pick out something but you shouldn't have to live like that," he smiled gently, "you're not an object, you're a woman and a fine one too." I blushed, this time not because I was thinking of Viktor but because he cared about me. "I'll be outside the door, just knock when you're ready," he said with a smile and left.

The underwear on the bed was nothing like the stuff at home. Everything matched still but there was no body stockings, no crotchless panties, suspenders, it was just plain normal comfy underwear. I picked out some plain white underwear and went to the clothes. Once again it was different. High waist skinny jeans, I mean I bought those jeans but as soon as we got back I haven't been able to wear them. I put them on with a burgundy crop top. I quickly dried my hair with the hairdryer I found and knocked on the door.

He quickly walked in and seemed quite pleased. "You're... beautiful," he blushed, "I mean you were beautiful a few days ago but you look gorgeous without the makeup and... the suspenders." I laughed which made him laugh. Get a hold of yourself Annabelle... you're still a captive! Then again I was a captive with Viktor.... but I love Viktor. Aghhhh this is infuriating! "You don't have to be worried, this is you're home now and I will make you happy, I promise," he whispered as he hugged me from behind. What have I got myself into...