I was in the middle of washing my hair, contemplating everything that had just happened with much seriousness. Had I really just decided to let Ivan have all my stuff? Why the hell should Ivan have anything? I'm just as much a victim, if not more! Most definitely more! Ivan should feel grateful for getting to be the hero! Here I am, all distressed and injured n' shit, and he's out telling people their mothers didn't love them and fighting Polar Bears! Like, What the fuck! I deserve all the things!

I stopped scrubbing my hair and really concentrated on my thoughts. I really did deserve all the things as momentary collateral, but it's not like Ivan kidnapped me and put me up in some Isolated mountains… Right?... But Ivan wouldn't do that, he's a pretty stand up guy… I think… He has nice things… And he seems to be a mountain man.. But…

I looked up at the mirror that reflected the view.

"Oh. My. God. It all makes sense now!" I screamed, quickly standing up. "That fucker!" I threw my sopa covered hands to the ground and projected my body from the tub, my legs coming up too fast, causing me to stumble and fall against the marble steps hard. I wanted to cuss, but the breath was knocked out of me, and I felt shampoo trickle down my forehead. I couldn't breath and was fighting for air, a practice that was occurring far too often. I squeezed my eyes shut, and when I was finally able to suck air back into my lungs, I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, making the problem worse by getting soap in my eyes.

I cussed up a storm, fumbling around the ground, sliding this way and that in my attempt the get back to the tub. My eyes were producing water again, spilling over in their attempt to help free me from pain. I was slapping at the floor and crawling around aimlessly in a panic, trying to open my eyes every now and again to see snippets of information, when I heard my name being called out.

The voice was muffled but I knew it was Ivan. My alleged savior. My alleged hero. My captor. My keeper. My kidnapper, Watching me through the glass of the window, calling out to me in my hour of need, but I don't really care right then, and my eyes didn't either.

He was closer, and I was more frantic than ever to make my way back to the tub.

I could hear the snow crunch under his weight, I could hear his heavy breathing and the thud against the ground next to the window I'd opened. I scrambled faster, thinking about how he probably wanted my body and was getting a great show.

'Alfried, stop moving!" He yelled, his accent thick with every word.

I opened my mouth to tell him to go fuck himself, and that I wasn't his toy that he could do whatever the hell he wanted with, when I felt the ground fall away from my hands. I went face first into the tub, my hands hitting the bottom hard, sending a shock up my arms and down my spine. Then my head hit and slid across the bottom, dazing me momentarily. My eyes were burning, and soon my lungs were too. I reached up haul myself out, but hit a wall. My panic grew, and I didn't realize it was only the bottom of the tub, but It didn't matter anyways. Ivan was above me, hooking his arm around my waist and pulling me from the water.

"Ivan, my eyes!" I wailed when I felt the water roll off my back. I reached up and clawed at my eyes, but he pulled my hands away. The bath water had only made the problem worse, and rubbing my eyes didn't help either. Ivan was quick, really quick. He pulled me to his cold chest and ran for the sink. I felt snow fall on my back from his glove as he pulled it off with his teeth. He turned the water on, and started to wash my eyes for me, his hand still cold under the warm water.

He bent over me, sliding his other hand under my chin to lifted my face up. I told myself I had no other choice but to look into his eyes. He was mesmerizing. I felt weak under him. His hand under my chin, and his chest against my back made me feel caged and protected all at the same time. His hand and the warm water running over my face, coupled with his intense violet eyes staring into mine…

I could feel my body trembling. My fingers against the countertop shook, my breathing hitched in my chest, my lips quivered, and my knees locked. The hairs on my lower back rose when I felt Ivans fingers tighten around my jaw, pressing into my throat. A stray gloved finger pressed against my lower teeth, opening my mouth and moving my lip to the side. I could feel my butt pressing into Ivan's lap… His warm lap…

His wet fingertips slowly trailed down the curve of my cheek and the corner of my lips. They lingered there a moment, then Ivan's eyes tore from mine. I looked up into the mirror. My eyes were huge, red rimmed, and teary. Water droplets slid down my cold paleing skin, my hair was dark and stuck to my face. The tip of my nose was red,and my cheeks were flushed.

Ivan's black gloved hand cradled my chin, his finger clashing with the white of my teeth and the red of my tongue behind it. It didn't feel like I was looking at myself. I felt like I was watching some sort of erotic movie. Ivan was too perfect, too sincere in his actions… He stood over me, his ashen hair falling over his violet eyes, his lips pressed into a firm line, his face completely serious and focused.

I watched Ivan's hand curve around my jaw in the mirror and slowly trace its way down the sides of my neck, rounding back up to touch the outline of my spine. His lips parted and I felt his warm breath against my skin as he leaned a little closer. His hand came back around, sliding over my shoulder and collarbone, feeling the strain of my every muscle and every dip between my bones. Then his fingers went down even lower. He stepped forward, pressing the whole of him against me, and spreading his fingers out to feel the softness my back. He pressed down into my spine and began to run his fingers over my shoulder blade, and then down further where they bounced over my ribs. I saw myself sputter forward under his touch. I felt my back arch, and the hairs raise even more. I heard myself realise some inaudible noise, of protest or longing I didn't want to know.

His finger slid into my mouth and pressed itself against my tongue. His hand came to the dimples of my back, just above my tan line, and I felt his fingers tremble. I didn't see myself in the mirror. It didn't feel like I was looking at myself, but I felt what was happening. I felt him press himself against me, and I felt when I pressed back… But surely… I wouldn't of done such a thing… Surely.

I slid my hands over the countertop and pulled myself away from him. My head was forced down a little, and I had to look up see. Ivan's head shot up and looked at our reflection. His eyes grew wide and his fingers fell away from my mouth, his hand that trembled against my lower back moved away, and together we stood there and stared into the mirror, before finley he gently bent me back over the sink and started to wash the soap from my hair.

Basicly Ivan finished bathing me, covered my wet body in a towel and pushed me into the living room. I looked back at the closed door, still a bit stunned by the whole event, but making the slow trek back to the bed helped me straighten it all out.

Ivan was a soul sucking vampire who could use his eyes to make anyone and anything want him. That was the only rational reason I could think of. Why else would I want another man to touch my body in ways that… That I'd only ever touched...

I flopped onto the bed, taking in the warmth of the whole room, and snuggled into the covers. I could smell Ivan on the sheets, and was almost asleep when I heard the bathroom door click shut. I was instantly awake. My mind was reeling with questions, but when I heard his boots against the floor as he slowly walked over to me, my resolve to ruin his life burrowed itself deep into me.

I was going to let this man, the one who kidnapped me, think everything he wanted to. To think he had power over me, to think I wanted him, to think I needed him, but slowly, very slowly, I was going to make him go crazy. Starting right then.

I could feel Ivans looking at my bare back, probably trailing down to look at my hairless legs and my awesomely firm and round ass, and I couldn't blame him for, but he'd gone a little far with the whole kidnapping thing. I decided to put on a little bit of a show, just a small one to make him think. I moved my leg up, just a little bit to show off the inside of my thigh.

It was quiet for a really long time, and for a while I could only hear my steady breathing against the covers, but eventually I heard Ivan release a tired sigh. He came closer to the bed and covered my ass with the blankets before trying to shake me awake.

"Alfred." He called softly, touching my now warm back with his cold hand. "Alfred." He called again, giving my side a harder shake.

I let out a small whimper and sat up slowly, making sure that the towel and covers fell down again and looked up at Ivan. I rubbed my eyes and let my hands flop into my lap.

"What?" I said drearily.

Ivan kept his face straight, but the pink that slowly pooled in his cheeks gave him away.

"Nothing… I was just wondering if you were concerned with the status of your sleeping bottoms."

"My… My what?" I said, looking back at the bathroom.

"I-I cleaned them for you and put them back in the wash."

"Oh shit!" I yelled, standing up and running awkwardly for the bathroom door, grabbing my towel as its slipped off my butt. "You weren't supposed to do that!" I yelled again, finally making my way to the laundry room. Ivan was right behind me, and I turned to him and demanded he turn the washer off and unclean my pants. Surprisingly he complied and turned the washer off, and I pushed past him and pulled my pants from the barrel.

Ivan let out a small chuckle and said, "I can easily dirty them again, but I can't do anything about the damage you've done to them."

I turned on Ivan, holding the pants stretched between my hand.

"You're telling me this happened and it still didn't clean them!"

"Yes…" Ivan said with an embarrassed cough. "I had to clean them by hand."

"Oh god get out!" I screamed, pushing Ivan's unmovable form towards the door. "You can't just… Oh god just go back to wherever the hell you were before you washed my eyes out and then… Oh my god leave!"

Ivan let out a small amused laugh and ruffled my hair. "I wasn't done anyways." Then he pushed a pile of clothes my way and left.

I slumped against the wall and slid down. "Oh god how did this happen!" I asked, stroking the crotch of my pants, "How did I breach you out? Oh…" I cradled the sopping wet, soapy frog printed pajama bottoms against my chest. "Oh…" I pulled them away and gently touched the crotch again. "I bleached out the crotch of my pants… And the cum didn't even come out… Oh god!" I shot up, moving away from the wall in despair. "Ivan touched my cum… Oh my god!" I paced around… Looking at the huge white spot against the forest green in the crook of my pants. "I've ruined you…" I looked at neatly folded pile of clothes that sat a few feet from me on the counter thing.

All of this was Ivan's fault. If he hadn't of kidnapped me, my mom would have washed my clothes, and she wouldn't have put bleach all over my crotch. No! This whole problem never would have come about! I would be at home masterbating into a tissue, not sleeping in another man's bed and having odd dreams with sexual encounters… No! I wouldn't be having sexual encounters anyways!

That last bit upset me… I was sexy and everyone wanted me. That's what the real problem was. I was just too damn good looking for my own well being, and no one wants to approach a god. Except Ivan, who apparently was either not god fearing, or thought he was a god and wanted to put me in my place… Or he just wanted to worship me.

That didn't sound too bad… Being worshiped… I threw the bottoms back into the washing machine and hit more buttons. When it started up I threw the towel on the floor and put the cloths Ivan pushed towards me on. This situation wasn't entirely bad… Ivan would see the white spot and have a constant reminder of what lay underneath, and I, on the other hand, would have fun manipulating the hell out of someone until they sent me home. It was simple.

I limped out of the bathroom and looked around the living room. I knew there were two things I desperately needed to do: 1. Make a captive diary journaling all my experiences and feelings during my trial, and 2. Eat some fucking food for once.

I made my way over to the metal thing covered in blankets and opened it up, tossing the blankets to the floor. Nothing worthwhile was in there, well for now. It was mostly my summer clothes, and considering the wheather, I wouldn't be needing them. I got up and made my way to the bookshelf, thinking that the blank paper would be there when I saw my backpack. Missing school was nice, but being held back a grade was unacceptable!

I grabbed the bag and threw it on the table, unzipping it and took out my english notebook. If I was going to be held back a grade I might as well get paid for it! I was going to make a book out of my diary and get shit tons of money, and then mention my English teachers in there somewhere and then she'll be obliged to pass me!

Or If I made money like JK Rowling I just wouldn't have to go to school anymore! It was a perfect win-win scenario. I flipped my notebook to the very last page and titled it, 'American captive: Living under a Russian lord.' but then I crossed it out because it sounded like an erotic book my mom would read. I thought about the title for a good five minutes and decided to call it 'Alfred's makeshift diary' thinking that I would title it something else later on down the road, of course I didn't, but who cares. I thought about what to write, but my stomach protested, so I wrote one line.

Ivan wants my body and I don't blame him one bit, but he needs to learn to worship from a distance.

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