I wake up sprawled on a huge double bed, the quilts are block, the walls surrounding me are white, the light above me on the ceiling glowering down on me. The room is unrecognisable, unfamiliar. This is definitely not my room and definitely not any other's I have been in before. I sit up, my neck giving off a click, sending a shiver down my spine.

~FLASHBACK~

"Get off me!"

"And what makes you think I'm gonna do that?" His hands are all over me, his lips at my ear. I feel disgusting within his presence. "Please! Let me go!" I begin screaming hysterically, my legs kicking continuously until I can no longer find the energy. I scramble against his tall, muscular frame, trying to escape but it's no use.

"Get off me! Now! Get off me!" My screams grow louder and louder, my heart hammering a million beats a second. "Arrgh! Help me! Help me!"

Cloth is at my mouth, my eyes drawling, my mouth gaping open, my eyes widening...

I'm sleeping, I'm falling...I'm gone.

The memory hurt and at that moment I tried so hard to convince myself the entire thing had been a dream but I knew all too well it couldn't have been. I was clearly in a room I didn't recognise so that was one thing that already made it so real. I had to get out, I had to get away! I scrambled off the bed, my legs trembling like hell. I ran to a window on the left hand side of the room and tried pushing it open, pressing the handle down as hard as I could but it was no use. It had been locked, by that bastard! I never had captured one glimpse of his face but his voice had given me some sort of idea. I was trapped, nowhere to run. I began glancing around the room, desperate to grab something, a weapon, anything! As I was desperately beginning to look around the room for something that could be any use, a slight and quiet creak sounded from the outside of the room. I looked across the room, my eyes meeting the door in front of me. As I stared at it for a moment, the lock began to slowly turn. I let out a panicked gasp, backing up against the wall by the locked window. My breathing grew heavy, my heart hammering once again. Once the lock was turned, the handle slowly pushed down and the door began to slowly open and a tall, muscular figure was revealed from behind.

His eyes met mine then. I bit down on my tongue inside my mouth, trying to suppress the trembling inside of me. My fears would be the death of me one day and acting scarce like this wasn't doing me any favours. I gulped, swallowing hard. He closed the door from behind him, locking it with a small silver key which he then slipped into his back jean pocket. When he turned back round to face me I could immediately study all of his features. His hair was a thick black, his eyes dark blue orbs staring at me, watching me intently. His skin was pale, his lips a beautiful pink tone. "Well, hello again."

"Please..." I managed in almost a whimper, pressing my back hard against the wall, my chest heaving hysterically.

"What?" He cocked his head, his eyes intent on me. "Hurt you? Oh, don't worry, that's only if you disobey me. Are you ready to be disobedient?"

I didn't reply, I was too terrified to portray any kind of answer. I just remained stood against the wall, my eyes wide, watching him constantly. He smirked, stepping away from the door, walking towards me. "I didn't think so." He murmured, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Please, what have I done? Why am I here?" My hands trembled at my sides.

"You've done nothing." He replied, stepping closer to me.

"Why am I here?"

"Because you caught my eye." He winked and smirked down at me, he was only a foot away from me now.

I swallowed hard, trying to contain my hysterical shaking. "P-please...d-don't h-hurt me."

"I'm not going to." He said firmly. "W-why?" I stammered. "W-why have you done this?"

"Because I need something and you are going to help me get it." It wasn't a request, it was a straight order. I would do what he asked, end of.

"W-what?" I balled my shaking hands into fists, trying to contain the fear within me. His face was only inches from mine. "You come from a rich family, right?" He asked, his eyes firm and his voice demanding. I nodded quickly, "Y-yeah."

"I need money. A lot of money."

"W-what?" I stammered, half in disbelief. I couldn't believe what was happening. His word sended my heart hammering even more. I was hoping he wasn't going to beat me and rape me in any way. Oh please, god. Please don't let him rape me...please don't let him d anything to me. I was only assuming the very worst from this man. "I need money." He repeated, his brows knotting together.

"Your Dad, he's a businessman. Isn't he?" He asked me, even though he was right.

"How...how do you k-know t-that?"

"You're are gonna be kept here, under my care. I will not hurt you or rape you as you may probably wonder. I'm going to call your parents and I'm going to inform them that I have you and you will not be handed back if your dad does not give me the money." He said firmly, nothing more to it.

"W-what money? Does he owe you?" I questioned and he shook his head, "No. I need money and your Dad is going to give it to me."

"W-why my dad? W-why me?"

"Enough questions." He snapped, grabbing my wrist and sitting me down on the bed. I immediately thought he was about to perform the worst but instead he turned away from my shaking frame, his eyes were now hooded, trying hard not to look at me. He walked over to a wardrobe that was by the locked window, "I have provided you clothes in here and there are also a set of drawers over there as well." He pointed over where the door was and next to it was a set of drawers.

I said nothing, just remained quiet. I didn't know what to say! He continued, "This room is your room now, you'll sleep in here. Go to sleep when I tell you to and you'll wake up when I tell you to." I took in a deep breath and his eyes finally met mine. "When you say, under your care..."

"I'm not going to hurt or rape you." He answered, his jaw tightening, "But if you try to escape in any way or argue with me then you will regret doing so."

I nodded, showing him I understood.

"Are you hungry?" He asked. Wait, what? He's concerned about my hunger? Really? I wasn't expecting him to care. I thought for a moment and then nodded, "Um, yeah." I replied, suddenly feeling a growl inside my stomach. He nodded and walked over to the door. Once he pulled the small silver key out of his back trouser pocket, he looked over his shoulder, his eyes meeting mine. I was still sat on the bed where he had placed me. "Do you want something to eat or not?"

"Yeah." I looked at him in confusion. "I just told you." I murmured.

He smiled and gestured his head over to the door, "Well com'on then!" I got up and walked over beside him, "I thought you wanted me to stay in here."

"I do but when it comes to food I want you in the kitchen, I'm not cleaning up the crumbs on that bed I went to the trouble providing for you."

I glanced over at the double bed and looked back up at him. "O-ok." I replied in a bit of a stammer. He slotted the key in the keyhole and opened the door. Before I could think about moving anywhere, he gripped hold of my forearm in a extremely tight grip and pulled me down a flight of stairs leaning to a dark hallway. My breath was heavy, my heart still beating like crazy. Yes he had told me he wasn't gonna hurt me in any sort of way but I couldn't count on that. Yes, as long as I don't try to escape or argue I'll be ok but some part of me didn't trust that.

He pulled me into a room leading to another which was the kitchen. He reached up with his free hand and flicked on the light. The kitchen was actually quite nicely designed. He looked down at me and caught me staring at it. "See something you like?" He asked. I quickly snapped out of my trance and peered up at him, pursing my lips. "No." He still had hold of my forearm and immediately tugged me further into the kitchen and sat me down at the table that sat in the middle of it. I sat there, watching him as his eyes studied me up and down. "What do you want to eat?" He asked. What? I dunno, I've just been kidnapped, I think knowing what I fancy to eat is a bit last thought right now!

But I said nothing, I could tell by his expression he was trying to keep all of this as natural and casual for me as possible. I mean, he did say he would take care of me and I'd be held under his care. "Err...I'm not sure. What is there?" I finally replied. He turned and opened the fridge on the other side of the kitchen and began searching the shelves inside. Quite a lot of food was inside, he had obviously been planning my kidnap so he must have took the time to shop for food. "Do you like Lasagne?" He asked, glancing over at me. I thought for a moment and nodded with a soft smile. He didn't return the smile, instead he just took out a lasagne meal box and shut the fridge.

He paced around the kitchen preparing me the lasagne as I sat at the table, slumping in the chair and looking down at my fingers under the table which were knotted in each other. As I heard the lasagne begin to cook in the cooker I felt his eyes on me, watching me carefully. "What's your name?" He asked in a gentle voice. I peered up, my eyes meeting his. "Elena."

He smiled then, looking at me intently. "That's a very nice name." He complemented me. Has he really just said that? I sucked in a breath, "Oh...Thank you." I smiled and he returned, quickly turning away to focus on the lasagne again. "You?"

"What about me?"

"What's your name?" I asked. I really couldn't believe I was having the cheek to ask him this. I had already figured he wouldn't tell me as I could blow his cover but I still asked as the curiosity was just building up inside me. He cleared his throat and eventually replied, "Nothing."

"I'm not allowed to know?" I asked and he nodded. "No."

I just excepted that not wanting to get into any type of debate as he had already informed me that if I would argue with him on anything then I'd, for sure, regret it straight away. So at that moment I just agreed to except his answer and no longer continue with the subject.

Prologue