His cruel ways

Mazov grabbed her by the elbows. With their face inches away from each other, he loosened her braid freeing her long black hair. He removed her jacket and threw it in a corner. Before, Catalina could defend herself he held her wrist and dragged her with him out of the room.

Once outside a big white door, he let go off her hands to unlock it with the key from the stand. He pushed her inside, as soon as it opened. She stumbled and was about to fall when he caught her hands. She was met again with his cold body, reminding her that he was still in his boxers.

The room was completely white. Everything. There was nothing out of place or of any other colour. Just one white clock hung on the white wall. It made loud noise tickling every second.

Mazov made her sit on the chair, with handcuffs attached to it. He wanted her to scream in fear, to finally show him that she was a weak little girl after all. But instead she watched him with a fire glowing in her eyes.

He cuffed her hands at the back of the chair tightly in a very uncomfortable position. He did the same with her legs. Finally, he walked circling her in a slow pace.

" Let's test if you can handle being left aloof and a silent environment. I want to check your will power. " He spoke staring at her lips. In loose hair, tied up like that looking at him with those eyes she was tempting him to drag her back into his cold bed. But he let go of the thought for now, knowing she would be his at the end.

" See you then. Have a good night, Pakhan. " she smiled at him. He nodded and walked out of the room leaving her alone.

As soon as the door closed, she released the breath she was holding. He was really intimidating. And him getting so touchy with her was not helping either. His intense gaze made something flutter in her stomach but she bit down her lips.

She was not going to be his mistress. She would be his right hand. Partner. In crime.

She tried closing her eyes but it was not that easy. She finally understood how difficult it was to be cuffed like that. Nearly after two hours, her hands began shooting pain across her soft body. The legs too froze with no blood supply.

She tried to avert her attention to something else but it was all white. The door vanished in the walls. It was a scheme to play with minds of captives. The room began hypnotizing her in some way. The sound of clock felt like hammer on her head. She shook her head to get rid of it but it was still here.

She closed her eyes and began recalling about her life. The pain made her hissed suddenly, even surprising her with the reaction.

She recalled the first time she learnt to climb buildings with the help of pipes and bricks..

#past memory

"Catalina, put that foot here and grab the pipe. You must move your lower half too. " Catalina, had already fell for the tenth time. She removed the dust from her clothes and hair.

" Sorry i can't do it. " She replied nearly crying.

" Really? You are giving up. Boss won't be happy " With the mention of boss, Catalina felt her face getting hot. She had to prove herself. To him.

He was giving her everything. A place to live, to sleep and money. She needed to show her worth. Though she had a huge crush on him but she couldn't tell anyone. She was 16 after all.

After the eleventh time, she finally climbed the wall. Her blue eyes sparkled with happiness.But it was not enough for him.

#Past ends

The sound of alarm made her come back to reality. She was startled by the sudden sound. And the memory of the murder crept in.

"No, stop!!" She screamed to herself..

After breathing in and out for a minute she finally gained her composure back.

..

It was the fourth day, she was left tied to the chair in this room. But she didn't go crazy or anything. Her strong determination and will power made her win. She passed those days singing and reciting poems.

But, she felt as if she was limbless. She couldn't feel her hands and legs. The pain crossed the limit of oblivion.

The door finally opened revealing the man in black. His suit contrasted the background. She flinched at the different color other than white. He watched her for sometime, waiting for the begging and crying. But came nothing. He walked closer to her. With one hand, he squeezed her left breast while the other roamed on her neck.

" Well. I grant you a wish " He said watching her purplish -blue hands with no blood flow.

" Ask me anything, even if it means letting you go right now. I forgive you. " His hot breath fell on her lips.

" Yes. My wish is that you don't touch me sexually ever.. " She replied pointing at his hands.

He was shocked. The attitude in her voice was devoid of any fear. He took his hands off her.

" Ahh. It means you are ready for next level. " He uncuffed her hands and legs. They fell lifelessly on her lap. A pain shot through her whole body.

He dragged her out of the room, she couldn't move just fell behind him.

The sunlight made her eyes squint. He threw her in the lawn, the open space surrounded by chairs with one big chair like a throne in the middle.

Mazov sat on the throne leaving her lying on the ground. She tried to move her hands with slow progress.

A blonde girl with short hair appeared on the ground beside her. She looked like a robot with no emotions.

" Kill her! " Mazov ordered

Catalina frowned at him.

" I don't kill girls. " she shouted back

" I wasn't talking to you though. " He replied and the weird girl began coming closer to Catalina with a death gaze..