Chapter One

Chapter 1

I've been in this room for hours, I don't know why I'm here or why I was kidnapped.

- I've stopped crying, my princess. - They spoke from I don't know where.

- W-who w-who are you? - I asked with my voice a little strained from crying for hours or minutes, I really don't know.

- I am your owner, precious. - They answered and then turned off the lights in the room.

- Let me go, please. - I begged in the middle of crying.

- You better calm down, my love. - he replied, you could see the mockery in his tone of voice.

It amused him to hear me beg.

Damn it, I didn't have to leave my house that Saturday, right now I would be at home with my cat eating ice cream, not sequestered in a completely white room listening to the voice of a crazy man who says he owns me.

- Just leave me alone. - I begged again.

- There, calm down love. When you calm down I'll show you our beautiful home. - They answered.

- Are you out of your mind? - I asked dumbfounded.

- Hmmm, it seems you want me to punish you, sweetheart. - He said mockingly.

- You better find yourself a psychologist, crazy man. - I shouted and rolled my eyes at the wall in front of me.

- Don't touch my balls. -he warned.

- Get me out of here, crazy man! -I exclaimed, I don't know who he is and I don't care to know, I just want to leave.

- See you in 5, princess. -I whisper, the lights were off and in this room there is not a single hole or window.

5 minutes passed, I cried thinking about all the bad things that were happening to me, about how I ended up here, I don't know who the hell is that guy that kidnapped me, I just know he's crazy and that's not good.

The door to the room opened, someone came in but I couldn't make him out in all the darkness, the lights came on and in front of me was Jaden Wols, a guy I met at a college party.

Jaden Wols:

Jaden Wols son of the famous mobster Josh Wols, was educated in the worst way, since he was just a child his father began to put him in the mafia, taught him to be cruel and calculating, studied in the best schools in the country, lived seeing the abuse of his mother by his father who taught him that a woman must obey the man, of course he never approved this.

Jaden even being very cruel and calculating could not help but feel bad to see his mother being abused by his father, he grew up listening to the woman who brought him into the world begging his father to stop beating and abusing her, unable to help her.

He grew up getting beaten by his father when he tried to help his mother, or those he gave her when he didn't do things right.

He was never a happy child, he never had the perfect childhood, much less had a united family, but he learned to live with that, to keep quiet when he heard his mother's screams, to swallow the helplessness he felt when he saw that he could not prevent the one who brought him into the world to suffer, to not talk back when he had to do some atrocity like killing or torturing someone, he learned to accept the beatings he was given.... He learned a lot of things and shut up a lot more.

At the age of 16 he was diagnosed with intermittent explosive disorder (abbreviated IED), a behavioral disorder characterized by extreme expressions of anger, often to the point of uncontrollable anger that are disproportionate to the circumstances in which they occur.

Disorder that brought him many problems and with it the death of many people just for his own pleasure.

Jaden is not even the shadow of what he was when he was little, he is no longer shy, he is not sweet, much less affectionate, now he is aggressive, explosive and very calculating.

How did we meet?

I went to a party -I was not very comfortable with that-, I was not the typical girl who went to parties every weekend, much less the most popular, I preferred to be at home with my cat watching a movie or reading a book, that day I had the crazy idea of going to a party, I would only go for a while.

When I arrived I smelled alcohol, marijuana and sweat, many teenagers were in corners or places with little light having sex or something similar, the music was too loud for my taste but I tried to ignore it.

I walked for a while without giving importance to the girls who were moaning without any shame, I was so distracted that I didn't notice when my shirt got wet from a drink.

When I looked at who had bumped into me I sank my eyebrows in disgust.

- Watch where you're going. ̶ I said angrily towards the blue-eyed boy.

He just looked at me trying to intimidate me.

Three weeks later:

- Wait. - Shouted that annoying blue-eyed boy, he had been following me around for about two weeks and trying to talk to me.

- Leave me alone, Jaden. - I said towards the aforementioned guy, who had mentioned his name to me two weeks ago, when he started following me and trying to talk to me.

- Please, Mads. - Said the blue-eyed boy.

- I told you no, and stop calling me Mads. - I said irritated.

That boy was very insistent but I simply had no interest in him.

He had become obsessed with me and I didn't notice it.

Honestly, relationships and friendships weren't my thing, I wasn't much of a group person, I preferred to be alone.

Two months were enough for Jaden to stop insisting.

Jaden was pissed off, he didn't like her rejecting him, he didn't like her ignoring him, she belonged to him, in those months he had gotten all her information and made sure she was completely alone, he was just waiting for the right moment to take her, he was sick of having to pretend to get the blonde's attention.

He had it all planned out, Mads 8 months after meeting him she would be with him and it would be forever, because she was his, she was his, she belonged to him, she would be his woman....

- Was it that hard to try to win me over? -

- Didn't he get tired of so much rejection? -

- Why does he do it? -

Those questions circled through my mind again and again, incessantly.

- Surprised, baby? - He asked with a smirk.

He's crazy, he's really crazy! - I thought.

- This is a joke, right? - I asked wishing it was.

It's got to be a joke, if that's what it is. - I thought

- No, this is not a joke. - He smiled arrogantly, and, looked me up and down cheekily.

I covered myself with my hands a little or well, almost nothing, I was only in jean shorts and a short blue t-shirt.

- But what, why do you have me here, what's going on, are you crazy, is something wrong with your head? - I kept asking how crazy.

- Come over here. - He sat down on a small armchair next to the bed and pointed to his knees.

- No. - I turned on my axis and walked to the door.

Before I even touched the knob Jaden grabbed my forearm and stopped my escape.

He sat back on the couch and sat me on his lap, I tried to free myself from his grip but it was impossible. As he could he pulled down my pants leaving me in my panties, fear ran through my veins like never before at that moment, and honestly the adrenaline was not useful.

- No, no, no, no, no. - I struggled to get him to let go but I didn't succeed.

- Hold still. - He grunted and placed me back on his lap, but now I was lying on his lap and he had one of his legs over mine to make sure I wouldn't let go.

- Don't do this, please Jaden. - I begged through my tears.

- Shut up, you little whore. - I growl and then felt a blow impact on one of my buttocks.

He's spanking me. - I thought

- Another whip, a scream. -

- Shut up! - he shouted and then whipped me harder.

-And-now f-please f-please, Jaden! - I begged between sobs.

- For today you are saved, if you ever contradict me, disrespect me or call me crazy again you will regret it. This is nothing compared to what I can do to you, sweetheart. - He got up and left the room.

I stayed on the floor crying, it was only three spankings but too hard to leave bruises, I had never been spanked or even tried to be spanked in my life and it is very humiliating.

I will tell you who I am and how I ended up here:

I am Madison Mendes, daughter of Anthony and Mackenzie Mendes who died in a tragic accident 5 months ago, Madison was the only daughter of that marriage, educated with love and affection, studied in middle schools in the country, lived seeing the love between her parents and being loved by them, spoiled by her father who used to call her "princess", and pampered by her mother who used to teach her to cook with love, she was never mistreated by any of her parents rather, they had a good and loving relationship.

She was always a happy child, with a perfect childhood, a loving and united family, she learned baking thanks to her mother who was an amazing baker.

Her father always told her that a woman should never obey anyone, that a woman was equal or better than a man and that was what won him over from her mother who never listened to anyone.

She lost them when she was only 17 years old and it was a hard blow for her but she still went ahead.

To be continued...