Natasha's Point of View:
Natasha stood there as he opened the door. She heard him say "Good morning to you too" and she glared at him. "Where am I" she asked crossing her arms over her chest. When he took a step towards her she took a step back. "You're at your new home. I've lived here for quite some time now" Emen said looking around the room. "Do you like this room? If not we can find you a new one or decorate this" he was stopped suddenly by her cutting in. "What are you talking about! I am leaving" she hissed at him. She started to walk past him to do just that but he grabbed her arm.
She shuddered when she felt his strong grip. "You aren't going anywhere my dear" he told her. His voice held none of the niceness she had heard just seconds ago but determination. She gulped and back up but he still held onto her arm. "I am going to make this clear to you" he said looking at her carefully. "You are going to marry me soon and we will live in this house" he told her. He decided to get it all out in the open and tell her the part she definitely wouldn't like. "You are also going to be changed into a vampire" he said looking into her green eyes with his blue ones.
"Marriage? You are kidding me right" she asked looking at him in utter disbelief. "I'm not going to marry you or live here for that matter" she ground out. She watched him smirk and draw her closer to him. "Oh, you will my dear. In time you will see that you have no choice in the matter what so ever" he said grinning. Natasha glared at him once again. 'I won't marry him. I'll die before that ever happens' she thought to herself. She pulled her arm away from him and stormed over to the bed. "I'm not staying here! I will get away and I'll make sure to leave you dead" she hissed at him. "Such big talk from someone who I could easily kill" he said looking her over. She gulped and kept her mouth shut.
"That is better" he grinned as he looked at her. "I will have my servants come to help you with anything that you may need" he told her as he looked away from her. "I will not be talked to like that again by the way. I can have you chained in the basement until the wedding if I have to but I will not be disrespected" he told her. Natasha gulped and watched him walk out of the room, close the doors, and she heard the click of the lock. She quickly got up and ran to the window. It was three stories up. What could she do? She could just jump to her death but she wasn't one to be suicidal. She screamed and threw herself onto the bed and let the tears fall. She heard the door unlock and then turned to see a girl in her late twenties enter the room and close the door.
"I am here to help you with things that you'll need" she told her. Natasha sat up and looked at her. "I need to get out of here" Natasha said looking at her pleadingly. The servant bit her lip. She had to choose in between listening to the master and getting whatever she wants or face the anger when the master found out that she helped the girl escape. "I can't do that dear. I truly am sorry" she murmured. Natasha shook her head and thudded back onto her back. "Maybe you want to take a bath" The servant suggested. "Sure" she sighed shrugging.
The servant left and went into the bathroom that was attached to the bedroom. Natasha quickly stood up and ran to the door. She quietly opened the door and then closed it. She then walked down the halls. She glanced around the corner and didn't see anyone. She walked down the stairs and flinched when she heard Emen's voice. "What are you doing down here" he said in a loud booming voice. "Am I not able to walk to the kitchen" Natasha asked smoothly. "Not until I can trust you more. So until then, ask one of the servants to get food and things for you" he said looking at her. She could tell he knew what she had planned to do. "I like the use of my legs so I think I'll walk. If you'll just point in the right direction I'll be on my way" she smiled politely at him.
The next thing she knew she was bent over his shoulder and he was walking upstairs. "Do you really think I am that stupid" she heard him ask. "Well, if the shoe fits" she mumbled. She then felt the bed under neath her. "I told you not to talk to me like that" he growled looking down at her. "Jessica" Emen called still looking at Natasha. "Yes Sir" Jessica asked him. "Why did you let her leave" he asked glancing at the girl. "I didn't k-know she left Sir" he stated. Natasha could tell that she was deathly afraid of Emen. "Don't let it happen again" Emen told her. "Yes Sir" Jessica told him and then he turned towards Natasha. "You can come down for dinner and I expect to see you there at dinner" he told her. He turned around without an answer and walked outside the door and down stairs. "I'm sorry about getting you into trouble" Natasha told her. "That's alright. He didn't kill me at least" Jessica whispered and grabbed Natasha's arm lightly and walked her into the bathroom. "Didn't kill you? He would actually kill you" she whispered the question. "Yes he would" Jessica said quietly. Jessica helped Natasha take off the clothes she was wearing and then left the room to get a towel and new clothes.
Natasha quickly bathed, washing her hair and body before Jessica came in with the clothes. Natasha got out, dried off, and then pulled on her clothes. It was a dark red dress. The sleeves went to her wrist and the hem to her ankles. The bodice was slightly low though. Natasha sighed as she slipped the velvet black slippers onto her feet. "He is waiting" Jessica told her quietly. Natasha nodded and walked out of the bathroom with Jessica following close behind. Natasha followed the girl to the dining room where she saw Emen looking out the window in a nice looking black suit.