Chapter Five - My Kidnapper.

I stared at him, cooking and whistling, something that I could not do, or should I say, didn't want to do. I decided to move away and try to find an exit but I didn't even take a step back when I heard his voice.

"Princess? Is that you?"

I saw him raise his head before shooting his eyes onto me. The sudden gaze caused to heart to race while it froze my body as if I have turned into ice. I felt the fear engulf my body, eating me inside out.

"You aren't scared of me... Are you?" he asked me, I sensed the envy in his voice. That mixed with his harsh tone caused a wave of goosebumps to course through my body.

I wanted to begin by asking him where was I? Why was I here? Why was he here... I wanted to ask him, but I couldn't, the fear was just all too much for me.

"Come on... Speak to me... Ask me..." he began.

"Ask me 'why am I here' and all of that crap... Entertain me with your fear."

I saw him slowly gripping a knife that was on the countertop, with his eyes still on mine. The sides of his mouth slowly began tilting upwards. All the bitterness and the cold, it was all so visible in his eyes.

I looked at his in horror, noticing him as he took his first small steps towards me.

"Talk to me... Because this might be the last time you will ever talk, " he said this sentence in such a calm tone, it caused me once again to shiver with goosebumps.

"W-what do you mean...". Never in my life have I stuttered, until then.

"What I mean is..." he began before abruptly stopping, until then, he never took his eyes off me.

The next thing I knew, he full-on charged towards me.

I heard chairs crashing down while I turned around, and just as I was about to run, I felt him grab me by my wrist, before he yanked me, as a result, I crashed straight into his chest.

My hands were on his big, broad chest right before he turned me around so that my shoulders were now against his pecks. Till then, I figured that this was probably just one of my many wicked nightmares until I felt the blade, from that knife he picked up, rest on my neck. As if it was an instinct, I grabbed his arm that was resting on my chest with my two small hands. In the same time tried to push my head back and away from the knife but it is near impossible as there is no space for me to move any further against his hard pecks.

Next, I hitched for air when I felt his breath, as it warmed my skin.

"Trust me... don't you dare, for a second, think that I will hesitate to hurt you because I will if you disobey me..." he words breathly into my ear. I couldn't help but feel tingles soaring down my spine. I can feel excitement mixed with fear slowly devour my body.

He moves his head to my left ear.

"You do not want to know what I am capable of doing to you..." he whispers, as I can feel his grip tighten, pulling me into him.

He moves his head back to my right ear, indicated by his warm breath.

"Also... While we are here, I think I should lay down some rules. I think it is only fair since I am the one who kidnapped you, that I will get to choose how you will behave and how you will live in my dungeon.". Dungeon?...

Under everyday circumstances, I would flip him off, give him a knee in the balls and tell him how to treat a woman, but now it is a different story, a completely different story. Right now I am literally shitting my pants. I mean, I am gripped by a fine-looking guy who is a psycho, who also kidnapped me and is now holding a knife against my throat. I am forced to comply.

I nod.

"I'm gonna need you to use words, use words princess..."

I can feel him pushing the knife that bit further against my neck.

"Yes... Yes..." I tell him. I am scared to my bone.

"Good...". I let out a breath as he releasing the pressure of the knife.

"Now... Whenever you want to communicate with me or call me, you must call me sir, mister, master, whatever that will make you look less important than me and more of a slut, yes?"

I cannot believe what he just asked me to do... Less important than him, who the fuck does he think he is!?

"Am I clear!?" he whispers viciously in my ear, driving the knife back against my neck.

Again, I have no other choice but to comply.

"Yes..." I mutter.

"Yes what?..." he asks me.

I roll my eyes before answering him, thank God he can't see my face.

"Yes, master..." I say.

"I am gonna ask you to say that again but without the fucking sarcasm, am I clear?...".

"Or do I have to make myself clear?...". I feel him slowly dragging the knife, lightly against my throat, just enough to cut me. I can feel a burning sensation right where the blade is and a drop of what I assume is blood running down, down towards my cleavage.

"Yes, master..." I say as fear gobbles me up again.

"Better..."

"Now... Since I am planning on us sharing a room, that will come with a price..."

I can sense the entertainment in his voice, of course, he is entertained by my fear. Fucking psychopath.

"When it comes to pleasuring me, I do not want there to be any no's or but's, I want you to let me in, whether it is me shoving my dick into your ass, your pussy or your fucking mouth, I want you to allow me in... Understood?... Or else I am going to force myself in...".

What in this holy fucking world does this guy think I am... A fucking sex toy... Is this how he treats his other victims, like fucking toys?...

"So this is how you treat the people you kidnap? Like fucking toys?"

I bit my tongue after I finish my sentence, I may have gone a bit too far...

"Princess... I personally don't think it is any of your fucking business what I do with my other victims or if I even have any other victims..." he says, before taking a pause, I feel relief rush through my body, relief that he is not going to lecture me about my outburst.

"I also think I'm gonna need to teach that little dirty mouth of yours how to speak to me with respect... What do you think?"

I spoke too fucking early... Fuck! I am too scared to answer him.

"What happened to that little dirty mouth now. Slut?" he asks me.

I don't respond.

"Answer me..." his breath lingers on my neck as his whispers cause millions of sparks to fly through my body.

"I am sorry, my master... It won't happen again," I apologise to him.

"I will make sure that it will never happen again..." he says coldly before releasing the pressure off the knife from my throat and I can feel him release me out of his grip.

This is my chance, maybe my only one.

"Wouldn't do that if I were you, Princess..." I can hear his harsh voice warn me.

But of course, me being me and taking my personal interests first, I make a run for it.

I can hear him growl in frustration as I run straight, I run through the second corridor, turning the corner and sprinting towards what seemed to me was the main door. Once I reach the door, I try opening it, but it is locked.

FUCKING HELL!!

I turn around and I can see him approaching me, in slow and steady steps, for all I knew, I was dead meat.

I look to my left and I notice a staircase. I sprint up the stairs hoping that he will not catch up to me.

I reach the top of the stairs, turning right I slip on the polished floor but I manage to stand back up within a few seconds. Running through a hallway, I come to a complete halt as I realize I came to a dead end.

"Fuck!" I mutter as I become more alerted of my kidnapper, who is catching up to me, is approaching me.

I look around and I see a door.

I grab the doorknob and I twist it, I manage to open the door and enter the room, but before I could close the door, something stopped me in doing so. His hand. I can feel his body weight, combined with his strength, swing the door open as if I was a feather standing against it.

He walks over to me with a stare that promised death. "What did I tell you about disobeying me?

But before I could answer, before I could even take a breath, he gives me a very strong backhand, causing me to fall to the floor. He grabs my hair, causing me to stand back up again before giving me another, hard smack across my face, causing me to collapse back onto my knees.

I turn to my backside before I crawled back, moved away from him.

"Please... No more... Please... I am sorry, don't hit me again, please..." I plead, crying as I can feel something running down my nose, blood.

He reached and grabbed my hair once again, pulling me closer to him.

"I don't think it is up to you to decide, Princess..." he says in a harsh tone.

I can feel him raise me by my hair before pushing me onto the bed. I see him walk in a different direction, past me. I manage to fall down the bed, in an attempt to find a way out, but my eyes are fixated on him. I can hear him slam the door closed, before locking it and returning to me. I crawl back when I see him get closer to me. It was also then that I noticed the belt in his hand.

"What did I say that I will do to you if you disobey me?"

"Please... Please don't..." I plead with sorrow.

"Answer my fucking question!" he roars at me, whipping me hard with his belt.

I begin to sob the pain out.

"Are you going to answer me now?..." his voice was so cold... So sour... So emotionless.

I nod.

"Then answer me!" I can see him clench his jaw, growing angrier.

"Y-you... You are g-g-gonna... H-hurt me..." I stutter before breaking down into tears again as I look down at the floor.

He grabs me by my jaws and cheeks, lifting my head until my eyes met his.

I can see him bend down to me.

"Why did you disobey me then, princess?" he asks me.

That question caused me to sob harder as 'home' was the first thought that came into my head.

"I-I want t-to go h-home... To... To my f-family..." I falter through my tears.

He lets out a sigh before standing up and walking away from me, I keep my eyes on him, hoping that we will turn around, at least glance at me. Nothing.

He continues walking towards the door. I hear him unlock it, before walking out, leaving me alone in the darkened bedroom.

I curl up into a ball beside the bed as I sob into my knees.