I wake up with a thud. "What the f-..?" A strand of my hair drips wet. I slowly reach up to touch my wet strand. "Huh..?" I feel a sharp pain on my scalp and quickly pull my hand away, revealing wet blood splattered on my fingertips.
As I stand up, disoriented from the impact, I'm suddenly hit with a wave of nausea that makes my head spin. This unsettling feeling is all too familiar, a terrifying indication that I am trapped in this nightmarish cycle once again. Despite my desire to escape, I tentatively attempt to walk towards the far door, only to discover that my ankle is mercilessly buckled to the bedpost. It's a cruel twist, a new addition to my captivity.
Realizing that my attempts to free myself are in vain, I stumble back towards the bed, desperately searching for a way to undo the buckle that restrains me. I pull and tug with all my might, but it's futile. A key is needed to release me from this infernal trap, a key that is undoubtedly in the possession of my captor.
As the sound of echoing footsteps draws nearer to my door, a sense of dread washes over me. I know all too well who it is. The door swings open, revealing a towering figure, a man whose physical presence alone is enough to send shivers down my spine. Standing at an impressive height of 6'2" and weighing a solid 254 pounds, he is an intimidating sight to behold. His face bears a scar, a constant reminder of the pain he has inflicted in the past. Covered in a tapestry of tattoos, his muscular form is accentuated by the tight black shirt he wears, paired with army pants.
Summoning all the courage I can muster, I meet his gaze and murmur, "Hello, Ace," my voice laced with a dark and bitter tone. I slowly approach him, my arms gliding along his chest and up to his neck, attempting to evoke a sense of familiarity. "Miss me?" I challenge, leaning in closer to his face, my lips tantalizingly close to his. However, my provocation is quickly met with resistance as he firmly pushes me down onto the bed. "Nice try," he retorts, his voice dripping with disdain, "but I'm not falling for your seductive games again."
Looking up at him, my eyes brimming with tears, I can't help but question his motives. "If you're tired of having me as your 'love bug,' then why did you kidnap me once more?" I ask, my voice laced with both vulnerability and confusion. The tears spill down my cheeks as I implore, "What purpose does keeping me here serve, hmm? Are you seeking revenge for what happened last time?" In a moment of defiance, my gaze fixes upon the scar that mars his jawline and runs down his neck.
Suddenly, he lunges towards me, his powerful grip wrapping around my throat, cutting off my air supply. Panic sets in as I struggle against his vice-like grasp, desperately gasping for precious breaths. "Listen up, princess," he growls, his voice dripping with menace, "I won't be fooled by your tricks anymore. It's high time you learned some respect, do you understand?" Slowly nodding, my tear-streaked face contorted with fear and submission, I silently acknowledge his authority. "Good," he states, releasing his constricting hold on my neck. Stepping back, he positions himself beside the bed, his domineering presence still lingering in the room.
Drawing in a deep breath to steady myself, I gradually sit up, my back firmly pressed against the unforgiving bedpost. My vision remains blurred, a result of the impact or my escalating emotions, I cannot discern. Though my surroundings are hazy, one thing remains clear: the man who holds me captive. Avoiding his gaze, I allow my eyes to rove around the room, desperately seeking solace in anything other than my tormentor.
Almost unexpectedly, he blurts out an apology, though the regret in his voice is palpable. His attempt to regain his icy composure is evident as he clears his throat, the tension between us thickening. "Tomorrow, there is a gala that my associates and family will be attending," he finally reveals, his voice slightly softer, tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "You will accompany me to this event as my plus one," he states firmly, his gaze focused on me. "You must act like my girlfriend, not someone I simply…" He trails off, unable to voice the truth that hangs heavily between us.
"Kidnapped?" I finish his sentence for him, my voice laden with bitterness and resignation. A heavy sigh escapes me, signaling my reluctant acceptance of my predicament. "Whatever you say, 'baby'," I scoff, the bitterness in my tone palpable. "My life is in your hands, after all." With those final words hanging in the air, he turns and exits the room, the door slamming shut behind him, leaving me to grapple with the uncertainty of what lies ahead.
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