Prologue

My eyes flickered open into the pitch black darkness of a room and from a splitting headache. It became even worse as some scenes of my past came to me spinning like a movie reel, I let out a soft groan.

It was only for a moment but it felt so much worse, I was laid on a bed clad with plush cushions and soft blankets. My breath hitched when suddenly I heard distant heavy, footsteps from outside nearing the room I am in. Have I got company? I quickly shut my eyes pretending to be still passed out when someone opens the door. But I didn't feel any movement near me.

"Malyshka..." I felt a warm breath in my ear, making me snap open my eyes.

It was quick, and I felt dizzy again. Darkness engulfed me, and when I opened my eyes, I realized that I was not in the same room as before. Something rough scraped my skin when I tried moving my hand to rub the side of my head. My hands fell limp back in the position they were because for some reason, I felt awfully numb and rather...weak. Almost as if something strong was snatched away from me.

I noticed that, I was tied to an armchair. It was dark, except for the faint, dim blue light coming from a rather dirty window that looked like it wasn't graced by soap and water for months. Scrunching my nose, I tried to make out the surroundings.

I felt irritated, this place was dirty as shit and my pounding headache didn't help either.

My gaze fell onto a dark figure of a man at the far end of the room. A deep, throaty laugh resonated in the room. He folded arms leaning against the wall, his emerald orbs into mine.

I think my captor is using telepathic illusions on me, it's like he has penetrated in my mind creating an illusion of us in a dirty room.

I chose to stay quiet and calm, right, but how can I be when I'm basically kidnapped?

Any other would show fear violently, doesn't mean that I should too! However, I did feel a slight terror in my spine, for all I know, he could be a rapist and would plan on raping senseless before murdering me or leaving me dying in my pool of blood.

I felt bile rising up to my throat at the thought, followed by anxiety and nausea. My vocal chords decided not to function so my mind took the opportunity, "Who are you??" I spoke through my mind invading his.

Yes, I'm speaking telepathically.

Minutes passed and I still didn't get a reply from him. Is he deaf? It only provoked my anger further. "Hello? You deaf or are you just ignorant? Answer me!" I growled, starting to get restless as I tried to free myself from the roughly tied ropes around me violently.

"Sweet lord, keep your panties on, feisty aren't you?" My bloodshot eyes pierced into his cool ones. I scowled and struggled to get out of the tied ropes. He slowly, walked towards me, watching my every move as each step of his gave me clearer image of his face. His smirk was replaced by a well, wider smirk showing off his whites which is quite surprising for a dirty pig who brings me to a place that seems like hasn't been cleansed for, for forever!

He faced me, hovering over me, as his body shielded the only light. He let his, long fingers slid down my silky strands. "Ah, sweet, sweet Ray..."

Do I look like a candy stick to him?

"...up for a game?"

He took me away from my family, dulled my heightened senses, tied me up and now he wants to play?

***

Kidnapped By Him

The Russian mafia princess gets kidnapped by a psyche.

Enter

Alexandár Morozova; the troubled man hiding under the shadows; aka King of the Morozova vampire mafia clan. He kidnaps Raylin, keeping her hostage for his own twisted up, psychotic reasons.

Enter

Raylin Volkova; a sarcastic young lady.

She's a sweet angel in disguise, this lady sounds like she knows it; but in reality, she's a miserably naive girl, though she might have the knowledge of a thing or two.

~ "Can't a girl have her fairytale dream come true for once?" Little did she know, she indeed had not a prince, but someone even rowdier waiting for her as a psyche in shining, expensive guns under his pocket every time he goes out.

Raylin falls prey to Alexandár's sticky web of lies and Illusions.

While they are at it, they are left to uncover the dark past of their families.

But who do you think will end up getting hurt in the end?

It's not what you always expect to be...

"Don't even try to figure me out, I'm special kind of twisted." Aelxandár Morozova

___________________________________

This story is going to get toxic in the nearer end. I mean it.