Chapter 3

Elena's POV

I hate him. I hate him so much. I really hoped that he could be a good man. But I guess I suck at predictions. I look at him from beside me and can't help but notice he looks too big inside the car. Not to mention he's so tall.

I try to open the door at my side but it's locked. Someone else is driving because the car starts to run at a fast pace. I look at my captor with a glare. I know it has been years since we haven't paid back but this is getting out of hand. I would have preferred to die than be here.

Hugging myself, I ask, "What do you want from me?"

His hand reaches out with a napkin. I haven't realized tears have started to fall down from my face again.

"I want nothing from you, baby doll," he answers. "I want you."

I start to feel scared. Scared of him. Scared of what he might do to me. Will he rape me? Will he kill me then throw my corpse somewhere unknown and leave me? What will happen then after they find my body?

Tears begin to pool in my eyes and I start crying silently. Hands suddenly go around my waist and I'm being placed on my captor's lap. Straddling him, I keep my head low and don't look at him. I can't. He caresses my hair and rubs my back as I bury my face into the crook of his neck and start crying. I'm too weak to care and having his arms around me is somehow comforting. I'm not sure why.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he assures me over and over again.