CHIARA
I groaned, twisting on my back. Fatigue and shooting pain on my nape made me want to see something, anything. With squinted eyes, I looked around the room. It was all painted in black, and the mahogany furniture was all in gold. What the heck? I pushed myself up, and that's when my jaw dropped. The detailing, all the things in the room. "No way," I whispered, shaking my head, not wanting to believe what I was witnessing.
Actually, where was I? Was this how hell looked? Does it come customized just like how a person wanted it to be? I was at the church, right outside the door. Who the fuck kidnapped me? I looked around the room and got up abruptly, the sheets tangled my legs, and I stumbled down with a loud thud. "Fuck!" I pressed my forehead where my head had hit the floor.
I untangled the sheets and kicked them off my legs before I collected myself and stood up. I walked with light steps to the door, held the doorknob and turned it ever so slowly but it was locked. Of course it was locked, Chiara. You are bloody kidnapped.
"You're up?" a voice came, making me jump and scream my lungs out. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck!" I said, holding my chest, taking deep breaths. Who the fuck spoke to their captives through a speaker? My rich kidnapper, of course.
"Where the hell am I?" I asked. A deafening silence reigned, making my frown deepen and my mind race. "This… is your house." The room fell silent again as I took in his words. My house? Yeah, he is not only rich, but crazy too. "Who the fuck are you? And what the hell do you want from me?" I asked next. "I know you're curious—" I cut him off, "And angry." He chuckled, "Yeah, and that too, but we'll eventually get there. Please be patient, love." He said.
He got the nerve to chuckle when I was here, plotting his demise? I shut my eyes and pressed the bridge of my nose, feeling my blood pressure rising at full speed. "I swear if you don't release me now, I'll get harmful. Very harmful," I said, staring at nothing in particular since all I could hear was the voice coming from outside the locked door.
"Just do as I say and you'll be free to do anything you want. Like I said, this is your house."
"And why the hell should I listen to you?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Because you are my captive, and honestly, you stink. So go and take a shower first, then we'll talk again." He said. And that's when I looked down and found myself wearing a big-sized shirt that reached above my thighs. I sniffed myself, and I wasn't impressed by the morning smell. I glared at the door again, and his laughter came, louder.
What kind of mad man have I stumbled into? I stomped to where I assumed it was a washroom. It was insane, but I was slowly starting to believe the man's words. This house was indeed mine because it had everything I ever wanted. From the color details to the washing soaps, everything was my favorite. It made me feel anxious. Like something dangerous was crawling up my skin when danger was my second skin.
A moment later, I stepped out wrapped with a towel. My movements paused when I looked at the huge bed. A black satin dress was laid on it, a pair of bra and panties, and a black satin blindfold. They were not there before. "Do you like it?" the soft voice came again. My ears perked up, trying to figure out where I'd heard it. I was pretty sure I had.
"Do I have a choice?" I grabbed the things before heading back to the washroom. Not even surprised that they all fit as I returned to the room. I just wanted to know who the asshole was and then I'll pick a way to deal with him and get the hell out whatever this place was. "So what now, asshole?" I asked. "Pick that piece of cloth and cover your eyes." He ordered. "This is getting so interestingly annoying," I uttered. But he didn't respond.
So I took the silk cloth and blindfolded myself. "I am going to make sure you suffer while I end you," I uttered. "I'll take it gladly, whatever punishment you give me." He replied. "Not impressed. Why the hell do I need to cover my eyes? Are you afraid of me?" I asked, feeling uncomfortable now that I couldn't see anything. I was going to torture him before I killed him.
"Head over to the door. A lady will lead you. Do not dare to harm her, reserve your anger for me, love. The poor lady is just doing her work." He explained. "I'm afraid I can't promise that." My hands spread ahead as I reached for anything until I touched the wooden surface. The door clicked open, and I felt a firm touch around my arm before a voice came. "Good morning, Madame. Please head down with me." The lady said and started to escort me. Carefully with her aid, I climbed downstairs or so I assumed.
"What is this place?" I asked. Silent.
She helped me settle down and then placed something on my thighs. I heard the clicking sounds of utensils before silence reigned again. Then the sounds of footsteps came and passed by me. He, whoever he was, grazed his fingers across my arm while he did, sending shivers down my spine. I was a second away from undoing the blindfold, "Don't." A single firm warning.
I heard a chair being pulled at the far end of the table. "Let's eat." He said. "Eat? While I can't see anything? What is this? Some kind of new kink?" I snapped. On the brink of losing it. Nobody has ever tested my patience like this stupid stranger did. "Marina." He said. "Yes, sir," the same female voice got closer to me. And with determination, got to work. She could be a robot for all I knew, with the way she was acting.
But I eventually needed my strength if I were to run out of here. So I opened my mouth and let her feed me. I tasted something like seafood the moment it touched my mouth. A fish or so. This whole kidnapping thing didn't make sense to me at all. Who treated their captives like they were on a vacation? Except for a weird one with blinds on.
After a meal, which came with a cool wine. The man finally spoke, "Are you full?" he asked. "I'm afraid I won't be till I have your throat slit and your blood served on a glass." He chuckled, "You just don't know how fucking hot you look right now. You are driving me mad." He said.
I frowned. "Why are you doing this? Who are you, and why did you kidnap me?" I snapped. "Would you rather I left you to marry that fucking trafficker?" he asked, his tone harsher than it had been this whole time. "I didn't ask for your help!" I shot back. "Oh, but you did." He said back. "Lift the blind." He uttered. I wasted no second to do as he said. When my eyes settled on him, all the words died in my mouth. A long silence passed as shock didn't want to leave me.
"Say something." He said, worry painted on his face.
"Oh my God," I couldn't help but laugh loudly.
"You came?"
"You called." He replied.
I shook my head, smiling, "You didn't reply to me."
"I was confused."
"Until you were not?"
"Until I lost it and came to get you."