Chapter 2!
The layers of sleep faded slowly. The first thing that you noticed was how comfortable you were. You were lying on something extremely soft, that seemed to fit to your every curve. You burrowed deeper under the covers, trying to go back to sleep. That small movement though made your entire body ache, especially your head. You clutched at your head trying to rid yourself of the headache that you were sure was going to become a migraine. Slowly, as to remain as possible, you moved so that your head was slightly above the covers, only to burry yourself right back under them. Even though someone had drawn the curtains in the room it was still too much for your headache. Slowly you fell back asleep.
When you awoke again it wasn't nearly as bright, signaling to you that night had fallen. Your head didn't hurt anymore, but your movements felt sluggish and drugged. You looked around the room you were in, only to have your eyes fall on the nightstand next to you. On it was a glass of water. As soon as you saw it, your throat felt parched, like you hadn't drunk anything in days. You grabbed the glass and drowned half of it in one gulp, even though it was a bit stale from sitting there for a while, it was still one of the best things you had ever had.
Suddenly, you sat straight up, ignoring how your body ached in protest. Where were you? You had no idea where you were, or how you had gotten here. You stood up, trying not to have a panic attack. Your legs felt like jelly, but they held you up. It all came crashing back down to you. Walking to the market, getting pulled into the alley, and the funny smelling liquid. You had to get out of here, who knew what kind of creep grabbed you?
You stumbled to the door, praying that it wouldn't be locked. It wasn't. You didn't know where you were, but you knew you had to find a window or a door leading outside. Besides the sounds of your footsteps, the entire house was silent. The first thing that you encountered was a staircase leading downstairs, and you hurried down them. They lead straight to the living room, which had the front door. You let out a sigh of relief, and ran straight to it, leaning all of your weight against it. You pulled on the handle, but it didn't move.
There was a bang behind you. You turned quickly, staring at your captor.
"Nikolai…" You breathed.
He smiled at you, moving closer. You pressed yourself close to the door, trying to make yourself as small as possible. His smiles sent shivers down your spine, but you tried your best to not show how scared you were.
"Where do you think you're going (name)?" He leaned down until he was level with you. Placing his hands on the wall around your head, trapping you in.
"I-I was just leaving." You tried to sound brave, but your voice sounded weak even to you. Nikolai smirked.
"We can't have that, now can we?"
Nikolai leaned in and brought his lips down on yours. You stiffened in shock, unmoving. He bit down on your bottom lip, and you snapped back into reality. You slowly brought your hands to his chest, and shoved him as hard as you could. He, not expecting it, fell back onto the ground. You stood there, still pressed against the door. Your hand was over your mouth, eyes wide and entire face red.
You looked down at Nikolai and recoiled a bit. You had never seen him look so mad. He got up slowly, still staring at you. Slowly he got up, but he didn't take a step close to you. Nikolai walked over to the wall opposite of you and punched a whole straight through it. You jumped at the action, wrapping your arms around yourself. He immediately looked relaxed, but you were shaking with fear.
Nikolai looked back at you, and recognition of what he had just done clicked in his violet colored eyes. Slowly he walked over to you, as if he was scared that you would run away if he moved to fast. You slid down to the floor as he walked closer to you, trying to make yourself as small as possible, hiding your face in your knees. Nikolai gently grabbed you; even though you struggled he pulled you into his lap, trying his best to comfort you. You stiffened up and tried to get away, but he held you firmly.
Eventually you started to relax and let him comfort you, even though you were still scared of him. After what seemed like hours you felt yourself drift off into sleep.
'Maybe Anya was right…' That was your last thought before you fell into sleep.