Chapter Five.

“What do you want with me?” I asked for the seventeenth time in the space of five minutes but each and Everytime, I was met with his annoying silence.

I could scream out for help but I doubt anyone would even hear me. For just a room to be this big, I bet I'm in some kind of mansion.

“You should eat. You had a rough night” he finally responded after silently watching me and then with actually a snap of his fingers, two young girls who seemed to be about my age rushed it.

From their light green matching uniforms and aprons up front, I could tell they were maids.

It felt like I was In a movie and I wasn't given a script because I still don't know what the hell is going on!

One of the girls rushed past me into the room and I followed her with my eyes till she stopped by my bed and picked up a tray of covered food I totally didn't notice was there before.

Oh. So that's where the fish is? It was really that close to me but I had bigger problems like the hot god man keeping me from leaving.

He particularly seemed to not care at all about all of my threats. He was no ordinary man and I could tell not just from his dressing but everything around him screamed power.

I don't know what I've gotten myself into but I felt like a little mouse caught up in a mouse trap with no where of going out from.

I should have stayed home! I should never have agreed with Mom on going on this stupid trip. I never would've gone to that club and I wouldn't have run into him and hell, I wouldn't be here!

“Get that thing out of my face” I barked out at the frightened maid when she brought the plate of what seemed to be chips and fish containing sauce before me.

He spoke in some foreign language to her and with a curt bow, she exited the room with the tray and returned shortly after with another and when she opened it, it held an entirely different meal.

He just doesn't get it does he?

I don't want his Stupid food! I only just want to go home!!!

“Look here creep. I do not want your food! Take me back to where you snatched me from right now!” I barked out word by word through my clenched teeth while I wondered to myself, whether or not I would turn down this next delicious looking tray of pasta if situations were different.

It's not like I've had anything reasonable to eat in hours but I'll be damned if I have him win me over by a plate of pasta. Never.

“For the last time, you are not going anywhere.” Came his response and for the fact that he was so calm about it after shipping me off my comfort zone got me entirely pissed and this time around, my focus was off my hunger and solely on the cause of my annoyance Standing before me.

I've never really been one to keep my emotions at check so I launched myself at him and that must have been the craziest thing I've done in many years.

I sent both my fists hard against his chest countless times but it seemed to not be working at all.

It's either he had concrete for breakfast or he wears a steel amour beneath his tux because although I threw myself at him in order to inflict pain, he stood tall like I was just some tiny insect trying to fight for her freedom.

Tough guy huh? Well, he may be tough but I sure know my tricks and I know them very well.

Without warning nor hesitation, I sent my foot up his groin area and although I was sure I didn't miss, he wasn't writhing in pain as I'd expected but it appeared I had seriously pissed him off because he had my chin pressed between his thumb and fingers the very next minute and he also had this death glare on his face.

That should have been a good sign to get me to shut the hell up but I muttered some cuss words right at his face and the next thing I knew, he gripped me by my wrist and pulled me towards a steel chair that sat gloriously on one part of the room.

He forced me down to the chair and with his weight holding me down to the chair, he had both my legs chained to either front legs of the chair and my midsection tied firmly to the chair with a rope.

I tried sending my fingers to his face as my next self defense option but he gripped them both and held them down to the hands of the chair with his.

I know I said I felt trapped before, but this is the height of it.

“Do that again, and I'll have your hands tied as well.” He warned and for the first time, I actually felt scared.

And it probably might have been from how up close his pair of grey eyes glared into mine with a scary death glare.

“Please.. I just wanna go home” I pleaded in a weak and defeated voice but the creep sure had his mind made up about not letting me go.

“For your sake and mine, don't ever ask to leave. I am never letting you out of my sight! Not again. Now EAT!” Came his cold response as he drew back from me and let my hands go.

I tried not to focus on the maid approaching with the tray but on his last statement.

Not again? What does he mean by not again?

“Here's your food Ma'am” the timid voice of the young maid sounded very close to me and I pulled my eyes off of the creep and focused it on the girl handing me the tray which I took in my hands quite alright and not because I had plans of eating but because I had other intentions.

Born out of spite, I slapped up the tray and the meal alongside all the other contents present on the tray, poured down on the floor and a little sauce got on his stupid sparkly shoes.

With a smirk on my face, I watched him clench his teeth over and again and I could tell by the pulsing of his temples.

Once again, he barked out a command in some foreign language and both the girls scurried out of the room.

This time, not only did they both return with fresh sets of food containing trays in their hands, they arrived with company. Two other girls in matching uniforms as they did came in as well and one after the other, I continuously threw down the food.

Deep down, I hated that so much food had to go to waste and Mum will definitely smack me if she ever finds out but still, I kept on with the act.

He wasn't relenting as was I.

We kept on with our lunatic game and I wasn't willing to tap out until he unties me from this stupid chair and set me free.

That's not a difficult thing to do is it?

The girls had all dispersed out to obviously bring in another set of food and while they were at it, I remained seated on the chair because I wasn't left with a choice. glaring at him where he stood with his arms crossed silently watching me.

The girls failed to come in as a group this time because just one stepped in first but kept on looking over her shoulder like she was expecting the rest to follow behind her.

Understandable but, what I didn't expect happened next.

The creep charged directly behind her then next held her shoulders firmly in his grip and that wasn't even the shocking thing but the fact that he pulled out a handgun from the pocket of his pants and held it against her head.

I was Terrified.

But surely not as terrified as the girl he had at gunpoint but still, apart from in the movies, I've never really seen such a scene.

“Eat or she dies.” He warned and touched the weapon even closer to the side of her head followed by her terrified scream and that look of plea she had in her eyes.

Silently begging me for her life.

Who in the world is this guy?

And seriously, what does he want with me?

He's had that in his pocket the entire time and he didn't pull it out at me but at his maid because I refused to eat????? It made no sense to me at all but I couldn't bring myself to think because he still had her at gunpoint.

In as much as he's no doubt a lunatic, I can't let her die. Especially not because of me over some senseless reason. Although a part of me called his actions bluff, I couldn't risk it.

“No, Stop. I'll eat.” I announced quickly when he seemed as though he was about to issue a last warning.

“i will eat.” I repeated in a more convincing tone and carefully controlled whatever expression on his face that may further piss him off.

He Thankfully let her go and she rushed to my side with the tray and if I didn't just witness something purely horrifying, I would have grumbled about the fact that I wasn't having that pasta but now something else that definitely contained fish.

Roasted Branzino??

Goodness. Do you think he'll shoot me if I ask for something different??

Safer not to find out. And smarter too.

It'll surely go down in my life record. I ate fish to save a life. Not all heroes wear capes.

Despite the nasty taste of fish, the food was better than anything I've had in months.

“You, what's your name?” He questioned in a thunderous voice and when I raised my head up to look at him, I noticed he wasn't talking to me but to her.

Good. I couldn't trust my loose tongue not to snap at him. I mean, dude has a gun!

“Alessia” she replied in the same timid voice.

“See to it she has everything she wants and come straight to me if anything happens.” He ordered.

“Yes Boss” She replied whilst nodding her head vigorously.

With one last long look at me, he finally walked out of the room leaving us both behind and it was as though neither of us was breathing until we could no longer hear his footsteps continue down the hallway.