Chapter 1

The cold marble was pressing against my cheek as I slowly started waking up. I tried to move "Ummh…" was the only thing that I could manage. I slowly opened my eyes.

My muscles were aching, as if I had been run over by a heard of horses and had somehow survived. As my eyes were starting to adjust to the dim light that was in the room, chills went down my spine. It's not that I saw anything terrifying, on the contrary; the room was richly decorated, huge paintings were hanging on the walls, decorated with gold, a huge gold chandelier was hanging in the middle of the room, it was an aristocrats home.

I randomly noticed that my jacket was missing, but I had more important things to think about that that.

I managed to sit up, as I was trying to remember what exactly had happened to me, the door at the other side of the room creaked and opened slightly. I wanted to hide, feeling redundant here. Luckily this impulse gave me an adrenaline rush, so I had the power to get up on my feet and stumble away, as I began to drag myself to the huge cupboard I heard a voice behind me "Isn't it a little late to try to hide?" I heard a soft, but manly voice, the sort you would fall in love with from the first moment you hear it, "Not that it would make much difference anyway" I heard the voice saying, softer now.

I don't know why, but my body simply refused to turn around and face the person who was speaking to me.

Suddenly I felt a hand wrap around my waist. I didn't move, I couldn't. "Do you still want to hide now?" He whispered, I could feel his breath in my neck.

My throat was dry and my eyes kept flashing from his hand on my hip to where he was standing behind me, my mind was completely blank and I couldn't manage to say anything. "How about you come with me?" He whispered again, he went more up to my ear, I could feel it "It's ok, don't be afraid… much" He licked my ear.

I didn't want it, I truly didn't, but my body didn't listen to me. His other hand moved towards my shoulder, brushed over it and went down my arm, when he reached my wrist, he took it gently in his hand and lifted it.

I still didn't look up to see what he looked like I didn't dare to.

He led me towards the door that he had come trough, the door suddenly opened by itself and a gorgeous bedroom appeared. My eyes widened No! No, this isn't happening! I closed my eyes for a second and then opened them again, I was still there, my heart was pounding one thousand beats I will fight! I will tear away and run! but nothing happened.

He let go of me and I just stood there, "Valentina… please sit down on the bed." He said, turned around and walked to the huge, marble top table, which was at the far end of the room.

How does he know my name? I finally moved to the bed and sat down on it, but it felt like I sat down on millions of the softest feathers, the bed called me to lie down, but I knew if I would do that I would be lost.

The funny thing was, at that point I was already lost without the slightest chance of turning back.

I finally got the courage to look at him and when I looked up from the ground I saw freshly polished, dark red, half long boots. He had long slender legs and was most likely wearing knickerbockers, but I couldn't be sure, they were propped in his boots.

My eyes went higher up; he was wearing a black tailcoat brocaded with silver. I His silky half-long ice blond hair was tied back into a ponytail, it was covering the most of his long neck, however bangs were hanging out of it while he was bending forward.

He turned around just as I was starting to study his V-shaped posture. Under the tailcoat he was wearing a black vest with a blood red cravat that contrasted with his eyes. The man had, I found, refined face features; a sharp heart shaped face, sapphire blue eyes, sharp eyebrows, his soft pink lips were slightly curved into a small, cruel smile, that made me feel like he could kill me in an instant.

Instead as he was walking towards me, he didn't look away a second.

When he was finally in front of me he said " Be a good girl and drink this up." His eyes still fixed upon me. When I looked slightly down out of discomfort of his stare, I noticed that he was holding a cup filled with red fluid, most likely wine. I took the cup from him with hesitance and drank from it.

I realized how dry my mouth actually was, I started to drink greedily, as if this would be the last drink before I'd die.

Suddenly everything changed, the room began spinning, my eyes felt heavy and my body weak. Before I knew it, I was knocked out on the bed of the most gorgeous, cruel looking man I had ever seen in my life.