His Light, Her Darkness

Chapter 15: Lamb In The Lions Den

I feel myself floating of a cloud of bliss. Content with the quiet and nothingness. But just as quickly as it appears, its ripped away from me, and my eyes snap open. My breathing is ragged and harsh, and I'm soaked in sweat, as if I've been having a nightmare.

More like living one.

I don't remember falling asleep though. Thankfully I'm still on the couch and haven't moved anyone, but I'm still stuck in this place. Still alone, still yet to realise the severity of the situation I have somehow found myself.

I yawn, stretching my arms out and sitting up on the couch. The room is once again dark, and the curtains have been closed, which means someone has been inside her while I was asleep. My whole body freezes, terrified at the aspect of being so vulnerable, anyone able to do anything to me.

It's horrifying.

There is no light which comes from beneath the curtains, which means it must be night time. I glance at the analogue clock on Matteo's bedside table. 10:21.

I've been asleep a few hours.

That means he's probably back...

I turn towards the door where I see his intimidating figure loom. He's like a ghost, so silent, and he blends into his surroundings so well.

I leap further back onto the couch, making a strange sound in the process. He just scared the shit out of me.

"Didn't your parents ever tell you it's rude to stare?" I spit in his direction.

He laughs and takes a few large strides towards me. I stand from the couch in response and begin backing towards the curtains and window.

"I'm not staring, I'm observing." He says.

"That's the same thing." I retort, though my voice is fairly weak. I don't exactly want to acquire another one of his mystery punishments. Maybe he'll even forget about them.

"Can I not stare at what is mine?" He asks, with a creeping smile forming across his beautiful lips. Shadows dance along his beautifully carved face, and the darkness gives him another layer which feeds his overall terrifyingly handsome physique.

He still wears his classic black suit, and leather shoes. He looks like he just came from a business meeting.

"I'm not yours, psycho. I will never be yours, not in a million years."

"We'll see about that." He murmurs, as he continues to approach me.

"Why did you kidnap me?" I ask.

"Because my patience was waning, and I couldn't stand another minute knowing that other men were looking at you."

I scoff. "You cannot control who looks at me by stealing me away from the world. It's not for you to judge who gets to look at me or not!"

He takes agonisingly slow steps towards me, and I match him, until my back hits the curtains and window. "But i have. You are confined to this house, where only I can look at you. Only I can touch you." He's so close now. Raising a hand, he strokes my cheek. His hands are calloused and rough, yet my body reacts in the most awful way, heating at such a small action.

I turn my head away, not wanting to look at his stupid face.

"Sei così bella e sei tutta mia. Mia Mia." (You are so beautiful and you are all mine. My Mia.) He purrs, his warm breath caressing my skin.

I hate how I'm reacting to him. I want to scream and run away, yet I'm frozen in place. For the first time in my life, I'm in a completely unpredictable situation, and I'm terrified. I've lived always knowing that my Dad has been watching over me, whether it be he himself, or his men, I've always been inches away from safety.