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Aurora's POV:

Fluterring my eyes open, I feel a banging headache and a weird sensation in my body. I feel exhausted.

What happened last night?

Propping myself on my elbows, my eyes circle the room. This is not my room.

WHERE THE HELL AM I?

Suddenly, everything came back to me. I was kidnapped. They put me in a car.

As panic takes over me, I rush to the door, attempting to open it but failing miserably. Not knowing what to do, I start banging it with my hands.

"HELP, PLE-PLEAASE HELP MEEE!!!!" I yell at the top of my lungs, my voice cracking as I start crying.

I continue to bang on the wooden door, my hands throbbing. "HELLOO?? PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!" I plead but no one hears me. I have to get out of here.

I rush over to the window but it won't budge. I pace around the room looking for an exit. After a while of searching, I find nothing. It's hopeless. I crumple on the floor hugging my knees, all while crying my eyes out. I don't know what's going to happen to me. I eventually pass out from the crying.


"Aurora, can you hear me?" I hear a husky voice laced in worry calling me. I open my eyes and a man in a suit hovers over me, gently cupping my cheek.My first instinct is to back away from him. I get up and push myself against the nearest wall there is. I widen my eyes and it's him. The man at the restaurant yesterday.

"It's okay, angel. I'm not going to hurt you." He coos.

What does he want from me?

"P-please, please let me go home." I beg. I'm sobbing even harder now. I really don't feel safe.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, love." He states.What is he talking about? "Now, come on. You need food." He adds.

"No, please. I just want to go home. Please, let me go home." I plead, crying incontrolably. "I'll give you anything just let me go."

"I don't want anything from you, Aurora." He says, his voice so deep."I only want you." He smirks.

"Wh-what?" I question, my eyes widen. What does he want with me?

"I believe we haven't properly met. I'm Tristan, Tristan Black."

His name sounds familiar. Oh god, of course. It's the Mafia. It's him. HE'S THEIR LEADER! I feel my body tremble with fear. Is he going to kill me?

"Pl-please, don't kill me. I didn't do anything."

He simply chuckles as I sniffle. Looking at him with fear in my eyes.

"I already said I'm not going to hurt you. You live here now."

What?

"Wh-what? N-noo. I-I don't. I want to go back to my apartment." I demand, slightly nervous about his response.

He cocks a brow. "You can forget about that. This is where you live now. With me."

This can't be happening.

"NOO!! You can't do this to me. I won't stay here. You can not keep me here. It's illegal."

"I don't exactly abide by the rules, sweetheart. Now, let's go." He spits, that playful look he had suddenly vanishing.

"N-no, you can't do this to me. Please, don't keep me here. I've done nothing wrong." I cry out. Does he seriously expect me to stay here? This is insane.

"I got to say, I wasn't expecting you to be this stubborn. I will not take this lightly, Aurora. You're going to have to learn to behave yourself." He folds his arms to his chest and starts approaching me. I try to get away but he grips my waist and pins me against the wall. Nuzzling his head in my neck as he does so. I squirm in his hold but his grip tightens. I shut my eyes closed, breathing heavily. Scared of what might happen next.

"You're so soft, darling." He mutters, caressing my neck and working his way down to my collar bone. I feel tingles all over as he inhales my scent.

"P-please." Was all I can get out. I was petrified. For all I know he can kill me.

"Shhh, don't talk. I've waited too long for this." He whispers against my skin. His hand sliding down to grab my butt and gives it a light squeeze. I let out a gasp. I can not let him touch me. He kidnapped me and I'm going to get away from him.

"Stop, please stop." I try to slap his hands away but he won't budge. I cry out even more. After a moment, I feel him slowly releasing me.

"Shhh, don't cry, love. I promise your life will be great here. I'll take care of you." He hushes as his hand glides up and gently strokes my hair, moving it from my face.

I will not be staying here.

"I- I don't want that. Pl-please, let me go." I stutter in a whisper. I doubt he even heard me.

I glance up to him, his eyes turning dark. He digs his nails into my skin as I yelp. "I will not tolerate you resisting me, Aurora. You're fucking mine, you're going to behave. Unless, you want me to bend you over my knee and whip you into shape." He threatens and I gulp, my heart vigorously beating against my chest.

"Here's what's going to happen. You're going to change into something more comfortable, and you'll come downstairs for breakfast. Clothes are in the closet. Am I making myself clear?" He adds. I can feel him getting angry. I really don't want him to hit me though so I guess I have no choice but to do as told.

I shyly nod at him. He smirks to that.

"Words, love. What are you going to do?" He asks, satisfied with my submission.

"I-I'm going to change, a-and come down..and come downstairs." I reply. I'm getting very nervous and scared. Someone please help me.

"Hmm, good girl. You're starting to learn. I'm quite impressed. Hurry up, I'll be downstairs." With that being said, he strides out, closing the door and leaving me alone with my thoughts. What am I going to do? This man obviously has some weird fetish for me and I don't want him to hurt me. THINK, AURORA. THINK!!!

Taking a deep breath, I head over to the closet. I'm going to do what he says for now. Once I go downstairs, I'll run for it. I open the closet and wow. There's all sorts of clothes in here. They're my size too. This is so creepy.

Slowly stripping out of my clothes, tears stillwetting my face, I fling my skirt over the canape and then carry on with removing my shirt. I suddently hear a thump against the carpet. I turn around and my face lights up. They forgot to take my phone. I can call the cops and get out of here. Bending down, I grab it and dial 911, impatiently waiting for an answer. Please answer, please.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" I immediately snap my head back and my eyes land on him, Tristan, red with rage. Nostrils flaring, hands fisted, veins popping out on his forehead.

He's going to cut me into teeny weeny pieces.

I drop the phone as he takes long steps towards me. Realizing I'm only in my bra and panties. I attempt to cover myself with my hands as I back away. He's fast to grip my wrist and pull me to him. That's going to leave a bruise.

"FUCKING ANSWER ME. WHAT WERE YOU DOING?" He shouts in my face and I flinch, my face scrunching up as I feel tears brimming my eyes. I can't cry again.

"P-please. I didn't do anything." I tremble as I back away from him.He's quick to grab my wrist and tightly tug on it. Twisting it behind my back. I whimper in pain.

"YOU WERE GOING TO CALL THE FUCKING COPS? DO YOU REALIZE THE CONSEQUENCES OF THIS ACTION, AURORA?" He screams at me, backing me up against the closet mirror. The coldness making me shiver.

I stay silent. The sound of my cries echoing through the room.

"FUCKING ANSWER ME!!"

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