Captured (Unedited)

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Tatiana POV
Looking over my alarm clock, 2:30 a.m. Sighing, every time I close my eyes, my past flashed back, turning into nightmares giving me panic attacks. Putting my slippers on, I quietly make my way downstairs. Rushing towards the fridge I grab the jug of water I placing it on the counter before grabbing the glass, filling it up. Placing it on my lips take slow sips. The cold sensation sending relief, turning, I gasp in surprise making me nearly drop the glass in my hand, "Alexander, you scared me" I whisper, shrugging his shoulders. Leaning against the wall shirtless to my surprise he's having last night's cheesecake. I never pictured him to have a sweet tooth, "once you stop admiring me, can you tell me why you still up" he says curtly, my cheeks heating up in embarrassment, "uhm...... I couldn't sleep" I whisper shyly, taking a bite, "why" he speaks, "I......I don't know" I lie.  "You didn't put the bottle of wine in the fridge like I told you" he says matter of factly, "and when you did you put the wrong one" he rolls his eyes, fear taking over me, "it totally slipped my mind, I was so focused on preparing the dinner I really forgot" I say honestly. Shrugging his shoulders to my relief he let it go. "Don't let it happen again"he says making nod before awkwardly take a sip of my water, finishing the glass. I put the jug back in the fridge. Walking past him I place my glass in the fridge. Turning my heart nearly stops, Alexander standing so close to me I could smell his minty breath, "did you like him?" He questions, confused, "what?", "Lorenzo, did you fucking like him" he snaps making me flinch, suddenly afraid of him again, afraid to also put my hands on him, trying to walk past him, he blocks my way. Making me grow even more anxious, slowly raising his hand, following his movements, gently placing his palm on my right cheek, stroking the area. My eyes now directly staring into his green ones, "What are you doing to me Tatiana" he whispers, the strokes stop, his palm remaining on my face, closing his eyes before breathing out. Opening them, they go back to their usual coldness. Immediately releasing my face, not sure why but it felt disappointment. Looking down at me he quickly leaves the room.......

Getting dressed in the morning. I made my way downstairs, preparing Alexander's breakfast. Placing his cup of coffee in front of him, avoiding each other I scurry out of the room. The morning went by fast. Not having much to clean up, I decided to walk around the house, seeing the pool, its weird thinking when was the last time I went inside a pool. Deciding to go back to my room. Putting on the bathing suit Elizabeth made me buy, I wrap a towel around my body before walking over to the pool.

Relaxing in the cool water. The last time I went in the pool and was in a bathing suit is when I was probably 14. I loved my body then and was comfortable with it. I was happier and felt loved, smiling at the memory, "Tatiana?" I hear making me jump, looking back I slightly relax seeing that it's Alex, "I've been calling you" He breaths, feeling the need to cover myself, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear" I whisper. Nodding his head, "I needed lunch, but it's fine, I'll prepare something" he snarls, why is he so angry. Spending the rest of the day in the pool I decided to get out. Putting on some warm clothes I went out to prepare dinner, "you know if you wanted to be a stripper you could have just told me" a voice I recognize well says, turning to face him, my brows furrowed, "excuse me?" I question, "walking around the house naked, flaunting your body in front of all these men" he says, anger and disgust dripping from his voice, "Alexander I had a towel covering me" I whisper, rolling his eyes, "next time you want to flaunt your body the way you did, tell me, so I can take you to the place where it will be appreciated" he spits making me flinch. Anger building up within me, "I'm So tired of your bullshit!!!" I yell making him stop in his tracks, "I'm so sick and tired of you treating me like shit!" I snap walking over to him, "I didn't see the men in the house, and for the Fucken 100th time I had a towel on",  a sadistic chuckle escapes my lips, "why do you care anyway, I'm just a whore you got from America" I mimic Natalia, "I'm doing what regular whores do" I spit, stalking over to me, "what are you going to do" I laugh, "hit me?" I raise my brow at him, stopping in his tracks, tears streaming down my cheeks now, "please do it, I'm so use to it now I swear it won't affect me" I laugh cruelty, "DO IT!!!" I yell. Remaining glued to his position, I rush over to him grabbing his hand, "DO IT DAMNIT!!" I yell in anger, sobbing, "or what? You want to drive me to the whore house, please let's go" I say now grabbing his hand, "let's go" I sob. Glued to his position, his eyes glued to me, his features cold.  "What do you want from me" I break down, walking out the kitchen leaving me .........

After my breakdown I just didn't feel like cooking anymore, I just wanted to go to my room and cry. Not being able to sleep, I stayed in bed just thinking over everything. Hearing some giggling I rush out the bedroom, opening the door, my heart clenches at the sight in front of me, Alexander's hands roaming a blonde woman's body, his lips all over her, their eyes immediately snapping towards me. A smirk appears on the woman's face, slamming the door. My eyes brimmed with tears, rushing back to my bedroom.

Her moans filling the room, grabbing a blanket and a pillow I rush out my bedroom. Walking over to the lounge area, placing my pillow before plopping myself down. Not today, I wasn't going to endure all of this.

Why do I letAlexander affect me so much, this man manages to make me so angry and make me hate him at the same time so jealous. I just don't get it. Is this a case of Stockholm syndrome, am I falling for my kidnapper?