Damned: Chapter 3) Untainted
“Katrina.” he purred gluing me to the wall. His body filled almost every space between us and it wasn’t helpful that I felt his leg edge dangerously between mine.
“It’s Katherine.” I spat, yet heard my voice break softly.
“I don’t care.”
I tried to get away from him but couldn’t. The man was a solid, hard-core rock on top of me.
“Don’t move.” he frowned, “I don’t want to kill you yet.”
With a sigh, I stopped and stared right into his sea-blue eyes, “So what kind of deal are you talking about?”
“Your brother- You want to find him and so do I.” His voice seemed to turn into a murderous kind of tone. Then of course it was completely appropriate for the situation at the moment.
“I don’t understand. What does my brother have to do with you? Why do you want to find him?”
“For someone who has a gun aimed at her head, you sure are sweet enough to ask so many questions. Do you want me to blow your pretty brain out?” he chuckled, “Don’t act like a four-year-old.”
“Do I look like four to you?” I sassed a little too boldly.
“Well why don’t you take your clothes off and I’ll be the judge of that?” he grinned wickedly and released me, taking a step back.
I was shocked no shit. Did he really say that? What the hell.
“You didn’t answer me.” I braved.
“I don’t answer to anyone, Angel. Know your limits with me.”
A sudden rush of logic washed over me. He was right. This man was dangerous, I should watch my mouth around him. Taking note of my silence, he edged closer to me. Pushing a strand of my hair behind my ear, he kept his firm hand at the nape of my neck.
“That shitty brother of yours has some balls to run away without repaying me, Miss Donovan.”
“What?” I asked completely perplexed right now.
“Son-of-a-bitch sabotaged a deal, broke the code, and took for the hills right after with the money,” he stated through clenched teeth.
“I don’t see how I could be involved in that.” I tried to reason. I didn’t want to be around this man anymore.
With his gaze burning on me, he slowly curved the edge of his lips upward in a seductive manner, “Because, sweetheart, you’re going to help me find him much faster. I’m honestly tired of his stupid game.”
“You want me to help you find my brother so that you can kill him?” I arched an eyebrow, “Over my dead body.”
“That could be arranged.” he quickly retorted.
“Are you done talking shit, Mr. Rostov? It’s getting late and I have to get home.” I scowled as if nothing was wrong.
Who was I kidding?
That seemed to piss him off even more. For some odd reason, I felt faint. I had to get out of here. I didn’t like this feeling.
As I was about to walk away, he pulled me back to him.
“Let go of me!”
“Don’t you want to stay with me?” he chuckled.
“Stop it!” I breathed, “You can’t keep me here!”
“Can’t I?” he grinned wolfishly.
“You- this is kidnapping!”
“You came to me.” he corrected.
Everything was beginning to become so blurry. The place seemed like it was spinning. Why was I so dizzy? I felt weak. Dear God. What was happening?
My eyelids were too heavy to peel open. I felt a soft comfort beneath me. Shifting a bit, I brushed my face on another cool softness. Forcefully, I tried to open my eyes but it only got as far as ‘squint-level’ open. Was I on a bed? Taking note of my surroundings, I shot up with a gasp.
His bed. His room.
“Miss Donovan.” a voice suddenly startled me.
Turning to the side I noted a woman holding a stack of towels. She looked like she worked here. Looking out the window, I noted that it was still dark outside.
“The sun would rise in a bit.” she smiled.
I honestly didn’t know what to say. I felt so distraught.
“Mr. Rostov placed me in your care. Do tell me if you need anything.” she continued.
This can’t be happening. “I want to go home,” I whispered.
As I was about to get off the bed, she stopped me, “Miss Donovan please do reconsider what you’re about to do. The door is locked.”
“Well give me the key,” I stated in a matter-of-fact way. Surely, she had a key to get in and out of his room.
“I- I can’t.” her voice broke almost as if she was scared.
“Why can’t you? Don’t you see that I’m being held against my will here? As a woman, you should at least see to it that we have our own rights and are treated with equality and respect.”
“I’m not you’re enemy, Miss Donovan. I truly am your well-wisher, and being that I can tell you that these people are dangerous. You do not want to aggravate them at any cost. You don’t know what they’re capable of doing.”
With that being said, she hurriedly went across the room, unlocked the door, and locked it back again when she left. I was too consumed in what she just said to even put up a fight to the door. My body and mind felt like it was experiencing extreme fatigue. And my mouth felt so dry, what the hell happened yesterday? How did I? Was I drugged? I honestly felt gross because I still had my dress on. Then again, thank God I actually had something on when I woke up. Sure Vitaly –Shit His Face- Rostov came off as a murderer, but I highly doubted he was a rapist. Taking a deep tired breath, I edged myself off the bed. The cold icy tiles licked the bottom of my soft warm feet. Now I wished I didn’t get off the bed.
There was another door to the side of the room but it had been slightly left ajar. This could be my way out. Cautiously, I slipped out of the room through the door and found my way into a hallway. This place was so complicated. If I was in some kind of lockdown shouldn’t they have locked this door as well? Unless it was some sort of trap for god knows what. Then again, I did kind of distract the lady who was in the room before. She could have possibly forgotten to lock here. I had to take the chance, it was my only way out and I wasn’t going to play cowardly and not fight my way out.
He had no bloody right to keep me here.
I carefully walked along the empty hall when I noticed a door at the far end. Good God, let that be my way out. I thought about what he told me, about my brother. It couldn’t be true, my brother couldn’t be involved with anyone dangerous like that. Then again, what if he was and helping Vitaly was the only way I could find Anthony? Shrugging the thought off, I heard a loud sound coming from inside the room.
Music?
The sound of hard rock and roll blasted inside the room. What the heck was going on? I warily peeked inside the room, although I couldn’t see anything because of another wall in the way. With my curiosity getting the better of me, I stepped inside and stood cautiously behind the wall. That way, I could get out faster through the door if the need arises. Something was being punched- continuously. My heart hammered a thousand times per second as I heard it, and it completely stopped when I saw what was actually going on.
He was there. The side of his face seemed so perfectly sculpted and I noticed the hair on his head fell a little flatter, probably because of continuously exercising. His muscles flexed as he hit the punching bag. I saw other guys work out when I used to go to the gym with Rebecca but there was something different about the way Vitaly moved. He did it as if it was no big deal, as if he mastered it.
Well no shiz smartass, he falls under the killer category. They know these things.
His dark sweatpants hung low on his hip as he stopped and took the gloves off, tossing them on the small sofa at the side of the workout area. I had to admit though, this guy was freaking granite. The way his torso was deliciously sculpted to Greek god perfection and how frustratingly inviting his V shape seemed to be made me feel jello-like. Running his hand through his thick dark hair, he sauntered to the sink where he splashed the water on his face and dried it with a towel. Switching the music off and popping open a bottle of water, the cover suddenly fell on the floor- rolling directly at my feet.
Crap.
I suddenly froze in fear unsure of want to do. Before I could even dare to step back, he trailed his eyes from my feet to my eyes. Furrowing his eyebrows, he walked towards me. I felt as if the blood was draining out of me like I was in one of those horror films and the monster was cornering me against the wall to eat me. A few steps away from me, I had this uneasy rush of extreme curiosity. God knows why, but I wanted to touch him and run my fingers along every deep sculpt of his detailed torso. This was very sick and wrong of me to think. How the hell could I even be thinking like that? He kidnapped me! I was experiencing a very discomforting and severe case of Stockholm’s syndrome. This was beyond wrong!
God, help me.
“Sleep well, Angel?” he asked in that sultry voice of his.
“You drugged me!” I breathlessly scolded yet my voice ached in a soft pain tone.
“No, we danced and went for dinner together.”
His smile seemed tauntingly wicked. With a low raspy chuckle, he brushed past me and walked towards where his room was, “If you’re looking for a way out this hall, then it’s no use. It’s a dead-end, love.”
He paused and gave me a quick side glance, “And I’m not an ass to keep any door open like that. But if you want to explore, then knock yourself out, Dora.”
This was too much right now. I looked at how he faded into his room with a frown upon my once cheery face. I honestly never frowned upon someone so much yet, at the same time, been so intrigued by them. I needed to think of a plan. Even though I wanted to get out of here so desperately, it was the only possible way of finding my brother without getting the police and my dad involved right now. This must have been the utmost stupid decision I ever made in my entire life but I knew it would pay off if I stick to my gut. I needed to stay, no matter how scared I was right now. No matter how uneasy I was feeling with that man. I had to do it for my brother. All I needed was some time. I had to find out more about my brother’s whereabouts. Only then I would be able to call the police and get to him before that damned Russian bastard does. It was a risk I had to take to save my brother and myself.
Walking into the room with a new perspective, I sat on the edge of the bed until he came out the bathroom wearing only his dark jeans and buckled belt. His spicy cologne aroused my senses in such an odd delightful manner. For some reason, his dark hair looked dangerously attractive as he ran a hand through it while searching for a shirt. I noticed he had an endless supply of crisp white linen shirts, all designer.
That would be quite messy for a murderer.
“Why don’t you wear another colour?” I voiced.
He gave a soft laugh and opened the closet fully, “What are you? My wife?”
“No, I’m just giving you some advice.” I replied walking up to him and pulling out another shirt from the closet, “This light blue is nice.”
“Being nice to me isn’t going to get you out of here.” he took it from me and smirked putting it on.
“Oh, I know. And you’re right. You want the same thing I want- and that’s to find my brother. I have no chance finding him by myself.”
He stared at me for what seemed to be more than an intense minute, “Don’t play games with me, Angel, I’m warning you. You won’t like the outcome of it.”
“I’m not playing any kind of game with you.” my voice wavered a bit but I kept a steady convincing face. He was the one who was playing games. He tricked me.
His frown seemed to be deeper than usual and his eyes like a piercing threat, “My business isn’t something a young girl like you should willingly want to get involved in, Ms. Katherine.”
“Well to be fair, I am here against my will Mr. Rostov. Aren’t I already involved?”
“No. You’re not Katherine. You’re under my care. None of the men here are allowed to touch or misbehave in any way with you. And if they do, you will tell me. Do I make myself clear?”
I blinked unsure of how to respond to that. It was an odd thing for a kidnapper to say. And what kind of business was he talking about?
“I said, do I make myself clear?” he scowled with furrowed eyebrows.
“Y-yes.” I suddenly panicked under his stern gaze.
He seemed to relax his muscles and soften his cold demeanor towards me, “That’s my good girl. Now get dressed, I want to introduce you to a few people.”
“I don’t want to meet anyone.” I sharply stated, feeling as battered internally as before. His warning was getting to me.
“It’s not an option.”
“I told you I don’t want to!”
He hadn’t lost his calm, which I found peculiar. Instead, he chuckled at me, “You sound adorable when you’re angry, rabbit.”
Slicing him a sharp look, he turned to walk away, “There’s clothes on the bed, wear it and meet me downstairs.”
I glimpsed at the short red casual dress on the bed. Another dress? And on top of that, it was a bit too short for my taste. Classy but short.
“I’m not wearing that.”
“Then walk naked.”
“Go to hell.” I retorted.
“It’s where I’m headed regardless.”
And with that, he walked out of the room as if nothing bothered him.
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