Raylin's POV
My eyes flickered open into the pitch black darkness of a room and from a splitting headache. It became even worse as some scenes of my past came to me spinning like a movie reel, I let out a soft groan.
I woke up feeling lethargic and my head pounded profusely, the bitter and foul taste of my morning breath made me more irritated than I already was due to the headache. I looked around and noticed that I'm laid in a dark room.
It was only for a moment but it felt so much worse, I was laid on a bed clad with plush cushions and soft blankets. My breath hitched when suddenly I heard distant heavy, footsteps from outside nearing the room I am in. Have I got company? I quickly shut my eyes pretending to be still passed out when someone opens the door. But I don't feel any movement near me.
"I know you're awake, malyshka." He whispered close in my ear making me snap my eyes open.
It was quick, and I felt dizzy again. Darkness engulfed me, and when I opened my eyes, I realized that I was not in the same room as before. Something rough scraped my skin when I tried moving my hand to rub the side of my head. My hands fell limp back in the position they were because for some reason, I felt awfully numb and rather...weak. Almost as if something strong was snatched away from me.
I noticed I was tied me to an armchair. It was dark, except for the faint, dim blue light coming from a rather dirty window that looked like it wasn't graced by soap and water for months. Scrunching my nose, I tried to make out the surroundings.
I felt quite irritated again, this place was dirty as shit and my pounding headache didn't help either.
I looked around in confusion and saw dark figure of a man at the end of the room. He chuckled darkly as his arms folded leaning against the wall. His emerald orbs boring into mine, as if searching for something.
I realized, my captor has been playing games with me─ taking me into telepathic illusions through penetrating into my head.
I chose to stay quiet and calm, right, but how can I be when I'm basically kidnapped?
Any other would show fear violently, doesn't mean that I should too! However, I did feel a slight terror in my spine, for all I know, he could be a rapist and would plan on raping me senseless before murdering me or leaving me dying in my pool of blood.
Or he could've kidnapped me to sell my vital organs in the black market or even threaten my parents for ransom.
I felt bile rising up to my throat at the thoughts followed by anxiety and nausea, although I did feel a pang of hurt and a desire to wrap my hands around his neck choking him.
My vocal chords decided not to function so my mind took the opportunity, "Who are you?" I spoke through my mind invading his.
Yes, I'm speaking telepathically.
Minutes passed and I still didn't hear a reply from him. It only provoked my anger further. "Hello? You deaf or are you just ignorant? Answer me!" I growled starting to get restless as I tried to free myself from the roughly tied ropes around me violently.
"Sweet lord, keep your panties on, feisty aren't you?" My bloodshot eyes pierced into his cool ones. I scowled and struggled to get out of the tied ropes. He slowly, walked towards me, watching my every move as each step of his gave me clearer image of his face. His smirk was replaced by a well, wider smirk showing off his whites which is quite surprising for a dirty pig who brings me to place that seems like hasn't been cleansed for, for forever!
He faced me, towering above me, as his body shielded the only light. He let his, long fingers slid down my silky strands. "Ah, sweet, sweet Ray..."
Do I look like a fucking candy stick to him?
"...up for a game?"
I narrowed my eyes at him. "How about I kick you where the sun doesn't shine?"
His face was so close to mine that my heavy breaths mingled with his. His hand slithered up my waist like a snake aiming at his prey. "Hm, never heard of that game before. But, don't you think we both of us gonna get hurt by that?" he smirked slightly. "I have a better game, malyshka. Which will keep you safe, trust me." The way he said those words, felt deep, and his eyes spoke... promises?
"What do you mean?"
He thought for a moment. "Freedom." His eyes were as deep as his voice, but the message held in them felt like he meant each and every letter in the word. My heart thudded against my chest. I narrowed my eyes at him, and sensed a daring aura radiating from him.
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A golden rectangular plate was staring right back at me. I squinted my eyes, ignoring the pain then realizing what I was staring at.
A man─ his hands were working on something, he brought his hands up to his head, then back down. I wanted to snuggle up again and get back to sleep again, but what was a man doing inside my room? I tried sitting up, my weight heavy on fists on the bed, but fell back down. I'm feeling so weak, and my head was pounding. The same feeling felt similar to the one I felt before, that is happening again.
Finally, when I brought myself to sit up again, I looked around my surroundings. Why has my room become so small all of a sudden, why is the bed attached to the wall. This is not my room, it must his room. As if sensing that I was awake, he walked towards me, handing me glass of water.
I looked at him, now wide awake. "Why...where am I?" I mumbled softly, that I'm sure even he wasn't able to hear it. But it seemed that he understood me, as he placed the glass on the side table and sat down on the bed. He stared at me for a while, before speaking, "Do you wanna eat something?"
I rubbed my forehead slowly. "Where is... the ball, Elliot, and..." my eyes were drooping but tried to get them wide wake.
"Our home is way far away. Until we get back there, you'll be staying here." He stood up, walking away from the bed. "What do you mean?" I questioned weakly.
"Don't worry, only for a while, you wanna use the restroom?"
"Yes..." Standing up, on unsteady steps and wobbling legs I somehow made my way towards the bathroom. "I'll keep the necessities here on the bed, you can go freshen yourself up." I squinted my eyes at him, this feels weird, man.
I'm gonna squeeze out information from him once I pee and freshen myself up. Stepping in the bathroom, I slid down the only clothing covering my body─ a loose linen shirt. Wasn't I wearing an evening gown? I stepped into the shower, letting the hot, soothing water erase all my confusions and tiredness.
After my shower, I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were slightly red, and the water as I had expected did not erase my tiredness so much. I still felt weak, my hands and my head was still pounding. I groaned, and grab the shirt.
Oh lord, what a stench! I covered my bosom and stepped out the bathroom, feeling light headed.
'Where were the clothes he kept?' Looking around, I saw them on the bed. I walked over taking the neatly folded clean clothes before putting them on. I slipped onto the V-neck shirt and cotton shorts, my body still frightened by the new atmosphere. I'm acting like a baby but anyone would when they are feeling so, so...unknown to this place? I turned around, my eyes settling on bedside table where a tray of breakfast was placed.
What if he has it drugged? I decided to not have the food, and even though I'm a great foodie, my life is at stake and I need to get out of here until he comes back. But, the thing is, this room looks like a prison. There's no balcony, just a French window with grills outside for protection. The only light came from that darned window. A queen sized bed in the middle, a bedside table. I don't think there is a way to escape. With still trembling legs, I took a seat on the bed.
After a few minutes, that felt rather like hours, the door opened, and the same man entered the room again. I wanted to squeeze out answers from him. As If reading my thoughts, his mouth uttered the words that were quite unexpected.
"Okay, fine. We are not in the underworld." He grumbled.
I just stared at him, for straight one minute. And then I managed to speak. "Then where are we?"
"The parallel world. You might know the underworld and the human world are connected in together through a wormhole in the universe, where the two worlds don't share the same time, development and technology because human world is far behind in technology than the underworld. Trade, goods are transported between each other, through the bechnion doors who─"
I interrupted him when I finally knew what he was talking about, after processing all the information which I already knew but was just wasn't able to open my mouth due to the shock I went through when he uttered those gruesome words. "I know these concepts, but why did you bring me so far? We are literally two worlds apart!"
Probably reading the panic written across my face, it looked like he wanted me to be as calm as possible. Me? Calm about all this, he must be crazy! Who is he?
"Why didn't you have your breakfast?"
"I'm not hungry."
"Eat!"
"Who are you? My fucking mother? I don't want your darn food!"
He seemed to run out of patience. "Then starve!" I was taken aback a bit at his outburst. "You still didn't tell me who the fuck you are!" I asked despite my trembling self.
"Why the fuck should I tell you?"
"Because I have the right to know!"
"Well guess what, loser? Your rights don't work here! Nor do your powers! So shut your ugly ass up and feed your weak self, before you-"
"SHUT UP YOU FUCKING MO-"
"DON'T INTERUPPT WHILE I'M SPEAKING!"
"I DON'T FUCKING CARE!"
He made a very unpleasant noise from the back of his throat and stormed out the door. What a fucking dickhead?!
Alexandár's POV
She's asleep again, curled into a ball holding a pillow against her. I already hate her company and it has been only a day I kidnapped her. How do I bear her in future? She won't stand a goddamn chance if she continues being like this.
'I wonder how aggressive she would be in the bed...' a small voice said in the back of my head. I shook that thought away, but eventually, I might to do that to at least grow a few feelings towards me here and there. That would just make my job even easier.
I think I need to control my anger first in order to calm her and make her feel a little comfortable around me slowly. Of course, one step at a time. I mentally groaned at the amount of patience I'll be needing to deal with this which I totally lack of, as much she lacks of her intelligence.
But, I do regret saying those harsh words to her earlier. I lost my patience with her god's sake!
I want to say, 'I'm sorry.' But my ego stops me to.
I came here to tell her that I booked an en-suite for us, so that I don't have to tolerate her and at the same time I can keep an eye on her. I stood up letting her live in her fantasies for a while. Pouring myself a scotch I sat there watching the city lights when I heard a buzz in my pants—my phone. I glanced at the screen, it is dad. Why the fuck has he called now?
"What do you want...?" I drawled, lazily.
"Who do you think you are, you lousy piece of shit? Get here right now!"
"Why should I?"
"I brought you to the position you are in today, remember that. I am still in control, and you, ungrateful-"
"It is you who is ungrateful, you filthy old hag!"
"Alex, if you just listen to me─"
I laughed humorlessly. "Never in a million years would I ever listen to you. You are a filthy excuse of a father. After what you did to our family. After you ruined me. You have no idea, do you?" I threw the bottle still full with its contents on the floor hitting the phone. The line went dead. I can't even stand him talking to me. He just brings back bitter memories he drilled into head since my childhood.
I hate him. He's the reason I had to get into this lifestyle. He's the reason me and Adam had to sacrifice our childhood into building the empire.
He's the reason, Adam had to die. He's the reason that we did not get the love that every fucking child gets.
Grabbing the bottle I gulped down all of its contents and then grabbed another one doing the same for every bottle.
Because him and mom are not together. Mom left him and us because of his ways. He is the reason I lost my only guidance.
At this point I'm crying and angry at the same time. Pitying myself. My life. My life is a whole fucking lie.
Dizziness took control of me. I felt lightheaded, I fell down, kneeling and, letting the glass pierce through my skin, letting the blood soak me, letting the pain engulf me, until I didn't feel myself at all.
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