Blood And Roses

Chapter Eighteen

SNOW'S POV

It's been five days since I abducted her.
I still find it hard to believe she's the one we've been looking for. She looks too innocent with very soft and delicate features and an intricate personality.
As soon as I took off her hood, long chocolate brown hair cascaded around her like a thick curtain and I had to fight the urge to tuck some strands behind her ears.
Her large doe eyes were the lightest shade of blue, making her look like she was from a fairy tale. They looked so magical, they could disarm anybody and for a brief moment I thought that she might be wearing contacts.
Her lips looked soft and pink and I imagined how they would feel smashed against mine.
Her high cheek bones and sharp jawline lifted defiantly in a silent challenge and her very slender and curvy frame could put any model to shame.
If I hadn't seen her clothes drenched in blood and received those pictures of Richard's butchered parents with the same tattoo three days ago, I would never have believed she was a killer, a dangerous cold hearted killer.

It just didn't add up; something was definitely amiss and there is no trace of the person she was riding with that night. I know the best way to handle people like her would be to torture them psychologically and that was my plan.
Since the night of her abduction, I refused to interrogate her. She was placed in a comfortable room, it was well guarded with enough security and maids to tend to her needs; totally not the regular dingy, poorly lighted and rodent infested cell room she was expecting.
I've watched her panic at the slightest sound and grow suspicious of every one entering the room. Her refusal to sleep since her arrival only made my plan to wear her out mentally work perfectly.

Ace would definitely like her; funny kid with his strange obsessions for blue eyes. Its a pity he's out of town.
I hope she cooperates because if she doesn't, I will have to use other means which may not be favourable for a fragile little thing like her.

ROSELLE'S POV

Six cameras.
Barred windows.
Three security guards outside the room.
Where the hell am I??
Who are these people??
What do they want??

I struggled to stay sane as a thousand thoughts flew kamikaze in my skull. The turn out of events weren't adding up. I was supposed to be a prisoner because I was kidnapped but instead of a cell, I was kept in a furnished room with maids constantly bringing me food and fresh clothes to change into.

At first, I was terrified of eating anything, only drinking water from the tap in the washroom but the incessant rumbling of my stomach from hunger forced me to.
The four poster bed in the room with clean purple flowery beddings that smelled like vanilla and orchids looked comfy, staring at me like a devilish temptation; begging me to give in to my body's demands and rest but the fear of the unknown and the numerous cups of coffee the pretty maid was kind enough to bring on my request kept me wide awake.

The drive to this place had lasted for more than four hours.
Four long hours of silence.
I'd long since given up on trying to ask questions because they were all answered with silence.

"Who was that man??"

He looked very young and I dare say handsome with a five o'clock shadow beginning over his perfectly chiselled jaw. His ebony black hair looked thick and glossy and I wondered how it would feel if I ran my fingers through it. It was obvious he spends quite a lot on his hair products and I could bet he didn't wear clothes if they weren't carrying the brand name of some famous fashion designer. He looked liked he owned a fortune and the way he commanded those men during the ride here proved my point.

His strange golden eyes looked like they could see straight into one's soul, stripping you of all your secrets and his imposing frame screamed power and authority.
He looked like a walking 'Adonis' up close and the dark ink decorating his sinewy arms and neck in a teasing way catapulted him from sexy to extremely deadly and dangerous.

"Shit girl you need to get a grip!!" I said, tugging tightly on my hair and pacing restlessly on the floor board.

"How can I be nursing these thoughts for someone whose intentions I know nothing about??"

I really needed to get some rest.
My eyes looked sunken in their sockets with prominent black rings around them due to lack of sleep and my nerves were all strung up tight as a result of constantly bombarding my system with a truck load of caffeine like a crack head.
I could feel my body shutting down gradually.

Sleep....

As much as I hated to sleep because of those hunting nightmares, I knew that was what my body needed and I couldn't keep waging a war with my system if I wanted to make it out of here alive and sane.

I stared long and hard at the bed contemplating my decision. I couldn't think straight anymore, my muscles were cramped and I felt like I'd been in a cross country marathon.

I stalked towards the delicious temptation and sighed loudly in defeat. My hands found their way lazily to my boots and I began to work my way through the laces hurriedly. I climbed the bed and snuggled beneath it's covers. 

The mattress was soft, relieving my cramped muscles immediately and for the first time in five days, I surrendered to the warm embraces of sleep..

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