Captured (Unedited)

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Tatiana POV

Getting up from the couch, pain shooting through my back due to the discomfort. Still in my dress, I sighed in annoyance. Looking over to the bed, it was empty, walking around the entire room was empty. Relief washing over me I made my way to the bathroom, taking a long shower, relaxing my muscles. After 20 minutes in the shower, I got out wrapping a towel around my small frame. Brushing my teeth, I got out, looking through my suitcase I notice Elizabeth packed rather the most revealing outfits. Picking out a pair of denim shorts, a white plane shirt along with a long cardigan to cover up. Putting my suitcase back in the closet, noticing the small bag placed there, curiosity got the best of me making me open it. Stacks of cash rolled up, and a handgun. Thinking for a moment, I know it's wrong, grabbing the stack of rolled up cashing, untying it, I took a couple of bills before rolling it back up. Putting on a white converse, I made my way out.

Going over to the restaurant, giving them my room number I went for chocolate chip muffin and coffee. Not sure about Alexander's whereabouts, curious to see the city of Paris I decided to make my way out. Roaming the streets, the place looked great, the streets busy, it's been 2 hours and for the first time I felt free and not constricted. Looking at the lady who sells some stuff, sending her a polite smile, a guy around my age appeared. "American?" He questions, his accent thick, eyes brown, hair long, nodding my head. "You very beautiful" he smiles, smiling at his words, "and very married" a voice growls behind me, startling me, there stood Alexander,his eyes dark, roughly yanking my arm, making me squirm, "let me go" I try to argue, "SHUT UP" he says flatly, dragging me into a black SUV. The car quickly drove off, silence filling the car. Coming to a halt, we got out the car, my palms now sweating. Entering our room, letting me go in first he slammed the door, growing more nervous, "I knew you were dumb I just didn't know to this extent" he snarls, "excuse me?" Turning to face me, "WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU GOING" he yells making me flinch, stalking towards me, lifting his hand up making me flinch, "DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT LYING TO ME IF THERE'S ANYTHING I HATE MORE THAN THIEVES WHICH I DISCOVERED YOU ARE IS LIARS" he yells, eyeing him, "maybe if I had a phone you would have known where I went" I roll my eyes, "that's why you stole my money" he rolls his eyes, "I Didn't Steal it!" I say frustrated, "you left me all alone in a hotel room without even a note, what did you expect me to do?" I say getting in his face, "be an obedient lapdog, and wait for my owner to get back!" I say in anger, "I had business to take care of while you were busy flirting with some boy" he says in furrow, taking a dangerous step towards me, his eyes filled with anger, "what the hell did I say about disrespecting me!" He spits, "The same way you honored me on our wedding day" I say sarcastically, finding it harder to control his anger, "SHUT UP!!!", "FUCK YOU!!!" I yell, gasping as a gun was aimed at my face, my eyes wide, closing his eyes for a moment breathing out, his breathing heavy, "I promised to never hit you again" he says in anger, his eyes staring into my horrified ones, "but I never promised to not kill you ", my lips now quivering, "shoot" I whisper, "if this is how I will be living please pull that trigger" I plead tears streaming down my face, his eyes staring into mine. Before lowering the gun down, walking away from him, walking in the bathroom slamming the door as I slid down breaking into a sob. Looking into the mirror, my tears dried. Looking down at the container, picking it up from the floor. Throwing in onto the mirror as it shattered into a million pieces, immediately hearing Alexander call out for me, ignoring his pleas for me to open up, I went over to the floor, picking up the broken  glass. Breathing in and out as I looked at the now faded scars on my wrist. Closing my eyes, I placed the bottle on my skin, slowly dragging it across the skin as I bit my lower lip trying to suppress a scream, BANG!!! Looking over to the door, Alexander stood there, furry in his eyes. He had broken the door down, seeing the glass in my hand he stalked towards me, now shivering in fear as I sobbed, "please I can't take this anymore" I cry out, pain shooting through me, my heart feeling heavy, feeling like I'm screaming but no one can hear nor understand me, like no one considers my feelings, why did I have to carry so much burden, why do I have feelings, why do I even care, snatching the glass from my hand, grabbing my uninjured arm, "what do you think you doing!" He yells grabbing me from the floor, "why do you care anyway, it's not like you won't be happy" I sob, "you have gone crazy" he spits before dragging me out of the room, throwing me on the bed, turning he searches the drawers, after a moment turning back with first aid kit. Kneeling before me as tears uncontrollably streamed down my face, grabbing my bloody hand as I tried to snatch it away from his wrist he places it in a tight grip, "don't test me Tatiana" he growls. Silence filling the room, as he began cleaning the cut, "you know I knew you weak but I didn't think you're a coward" he says, looking up at him, "trying to take your own li-" "I DIDN'T TRY TO KILL MYSELF!!" I yell now angry, rolling his eyes , "right" he says sarcastically. Looking down, "I don't know why I'm even explaining myself, you not the prisoner so you wouldn't understand anyway" I whisper. Now wrapping my hand up, the sound of a phone stopped him,reaching over quickly answering, "sí" (yes) he spoke, listening for a moment, his features hardening, "merda!!" (Shit) he hisses, pulling his hair backwards in frustration, "perché non me l'hai detto prima?" (why didn't you tell me this earlier?) he raises his voice, listening for a moment, "dimenticalo, sarò proprio lì" (just forget it, I will be right there) he hisses before hanging up. Standing up, "we need to go" he says curtly, my brows furrow at his words, "what do you mean?" I ask confused, walking over to the closet, "there's been an emergency and I need to take care of it, grab your stuff" he says before making his way out the room. Walking over to the closet I grab my suitcase since I hadn't unpacked, going over to the bathroom I grabbed my necessities. Getting out Alexander was grabbing his stuff, zipping up his suitcase, "ready?" He questions, nodding my head. We made our way out the hotel, checking out Frank drove us to our jet, taking off making our way back to Italy.