UP CLOSE WITH THE DEVIL.

I'm blindfolded and my arms and legs still cuffed. My kidnapper covers me in large  coat and has my face covered with a sac. As if that's not enough, I've been tagged as well. All this for what? Oh how I'm such a fool. I left Amy behind and this is what I get myself into.

I try to pull my hands out of the rope but it bites into my skin instead. Those idiots could have just kept me in the back seat with them, instead of the boot. Heavens I feel like I'm going to die of lack of air here. Sweat trickles down my spine into my panties. And my mind and body begins to feel like it has been enclosed. I feel the walls of the boot of the car are closing in on me and I'm going to die in there. I feel restless and … oh I do not want to make mention of it but I feel scared. I'm scared. What's happening to me? Am

I claustrophobic? I can't be. I've never felt this way. I've never felt like I'm going to die in a small place or feel like the world is over at that moment.

I am tossed to the corner of the boot after the car runs over a bump. Are we still not there yet? Where the hell are they even taking me to? I try to shout but it comes out as muffled screams. I can't even move my legs because they're also held captive and how I'm bent in the corner of the booth. I'm going to go insane if I stay here any longer.

I should have just stayed home instead of leaving that mansion. I'm such an impulsive mess and I really deserve anything that's happening to me now. I let my pride take me here . I didn't even think about anything, I didn't even consider the second thoughts. I just stupidly let myself get here.

Now look you stupid girl!

I've lost the money too! At this point, I let my body go. I let the cold shudder run down my spine and I let my whole system go into chaos. The last thread of sanity and hopes I was keeping I let them slid away. My body begins to tremble and I feel the air in my lungs burning out. I'm going to die here and that's really what I deserve.

My body begins to shake violenty and more sweat begins to wet my clothes. Infact I'm wet, I'm so dam wet. It feels like water has been poured on me. I feel the large coat clinging onto me so do my underwear. My palm is wet as well. And I begin to struggle to breathe. This is it. You let go now I tell myself. And like that, darkness washes over me and I let it without a fight.

***

Low voices, low low voices. Almost like a whisper… no not a whisper almost like a whisper fight. My forehead is touched with something warm, hot and that's when I realised my skin Is so cold. I feel so cold. But that hand suddenly transmits a wave of heat through my body, warming me up. I want to feel more but I can't even let go of the darkness I'm seeing, but I can still hear them fighting… no no Sasha, more like aruguing. Then the hands move away from my forehead. Just like that and I'm assaulted by the wrath of the cold air again. Right into my system. I groan. I think they heard me because the whispering stops. I have to let go of the darkness so I could see but I can't.

Sasha come on.

I try again, but I can't, then I try again. Then it finally happens. My eyes crack open to a litly dim room. My eyes closes again, and then it open again, focusing on the room now, the plain white ceiling down to the plain white walls, then steadily to the tiled floor, then my eyes takes in my shackled ankles. Then up my body. I'm covered in a plain white shirt. It only reaches my private area. My thighs and legs bare to the view. Then I try to move my hands but they're also cuffed to the sides of the bed. Everything comes rushing back at me. The kidnapper, the SUVS, My almost strip show, then the booth. Fear rolls though my body and reflexively I pull at the cuffs and hiss in pain. It hurt like a fucking bitch. I try to sit up but I can't, a shackle holds my neck in place to the bed. Why am I chained like wild animal? My chest rises and falls rapidly as I try to think. Where the fuck am I?

I look around the room and then I spot him, standing in the corner of the room covered in darkness. It's almost like he camouflaged with it. Then he steps out, that's when I realised his still dressed in the same suit from earlier, still painfully beautiful. I can't even hear the sound of his footsteps against the tiled gloor. Panic rings in my system. I shouldn't have left the house now I'm just going to die like the fool I am.

He stands dangerously bedside my bed and I have to lie down stiff on the bed to be able to hold his eye contact. His face is emotionless and his eyes are hunting. He says nothing but just staresb at me from head to toe, eyes moving slowly on my thighs. I felt I was being carved my fire under his gaze that I wince. That causes him to look me in the eye for a long while, as if reading me out, staring at the deep waters of my soul, as if trying to find which of my weakness to hold on to.

"Little dove, you might not want to pull on those cuffs, you can see your wrists are already bruised from earlier." He says voice low, even, ultimately dangerous.

Little dove? That's what I look like to him, a dove? I feel the walls of Sasha going up and her aggressive nature reeling in. His eyes twitches a bit and I know he sees it. The big fat scowl plastered on my face. He senses what the sharpness my tongue might come with so he says, " dare not little dove, dare not."

I do dare and I make him aware, " dare not? You kidnap and humiliate me and have me cuffed and shackled here like a damn slave and you have the guts to tell me to dare not? I have no issues with you but the coward you are since you can't face your fellow man you take it out on me, but that's where you're wrong, I'm your fellow man too! I am that man for you gigantic man full of shit!"

He stares at me, eyes baring gifts of warning and that causes me to almost fold, but I don't. I've never met a man whose eyes, body and entire existence screams of death, danger and a promise of unforgettable pain. Did I think Master was a monster, did I think he had a lethal gaze, well I'm standing before the demon of it all. The devil. A complete Lucifer. Goosebumps beads on my skin and my throat runs dry. I feel sweat trickling down beside my eyes from my hair.

He takes another soundless step close to me. The man is in boots for heavens sake but I can't hear shit. He moves like his floating. That should have been my fucken cue to keep my tongue all zipped up. But this is Sasha. This is me. Who I am. I'll stand up for myself even if it means death. I'll do it even if that's what it will cost me. His hands touches my cheeks and the heat is back. That's when I realise that I'm still cold. Too cold because my body begins to heat up from his touch. He looks down at me, like he dares me to talk. I stare up at his stoic face, accepting and declining the challenge in his eyes all together. He dares me to repeat myself, he dares to. I want to to. But it's like my mouth has been gummed together.

He shakes his head and says, " Run that mouth of yours that way and I'll have you using it properly little dove, I promise." With that he walks out of the room, shutting the metallic door behind him. Simultaneously, the room goes pitch black and my senses go haywire with fear.

I have no time to even properly process his parting message, I just continue to tug at my cuffs and Shackles. I hate the damn way my emotions are heightened, I hate how I feel

everything intensely and I hate how it works me up. I feel the darkness is going to swallow me hole and leave no traces of me. I begin to shout wildly like a mad woman, calling for them to get me out of this dungeon. I scream, voice is horse but no help.

Sasha Sasha Sasha

I hear the voice in my head mock me except this time it is not just the regular voice , it's Miss Gloires.Her laughter rings in my head, evil and mocking. My scream increases and I continue to tug at my restrictions till they continue to my bite further into my skin. I can't even sit up right because of the shackle around my neck. I give up and lie down there, shivering and sweating.

Then the door opens and the bastard who kidnapped me walks inside with a tray in hand. The light flashes into the room again. He quickly drops the tray on the table in the far corner of the room and walks up to me. Something like worry etched on his face. Do I look the pain and stress I'm going through?

"Oh my God! You fiery thing, you're going to get yourself killed. Look how your wrists are bleeding" he shrieks.

I look up at him, feeling drained unable to say a thing, I swallow past the drought in my throat and look away. I can't let him think I'm weak. He touches my wrist and I flinch.

He says, voice soothing, " hey, I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to check out the damage."

I let him. He checks my wrist and mutters something under his breathe. Then he stands up right and turns for the door, my enter body jumps into defense, and I say, in a voice I can't recognize " please, please don't leave, the lights will go off." I sound like wounded thing and it doesn't sound well. He looks back at me with the one thing I do not want to be looked at by right now, pity. It fell out of my eyes, the tears. And I let it. Shamelessly.

"No no, fierce one, you're not going to cry, you're going to keep fighting all of us with that fiery I saw in your eyes today." He walks up to me and touches my forehead, " you're so cold," he meets my eye and adds," I'm going to get you some medications and treatment but I won't close the door, alright?"

I nod. I've no choice. I feel helpless.

He sure does leave the door opened and the light shines in the room keeping me company. Minutes later, he's back with the Giant and an older woman I believe should be a nurse looking at her dressing. The Giant looks at me face emotionless. One I can't read. He leans against the wall and watches as the woman attends to my wounds . She takes off my cuffs and he gives me the don't you dare try anything stupid look. I'm too tired. I feel drained, I feel weak. I feel I've got no hope, so I give him a nod. I'm not going to try anything stupid. Not now, but sometime.