The room

Veronica POV

Roman walks me to my new room. I try to pay attention to my surroundings as I walk down a hall and then down the steps. I feel like I am going under the house, maybe. I am not sure. The further we go, the darker it gets. I know this man is rich. Where are the lights?

As we come to the end of another hallway, Roman stops. He grabs my face to make a point. "Stay here. Don't run. The guards will shoot your pretty little face," Roman says. 

My neck snaps back as Roman releases me from his grip. He turns and disappears into the dark for a moment. I begin to feel uneasy. I am too afraid to run in the dark. It is not just the thought of being shot by one of the guards. It is the terror of running into something or someone down here. 

Roman reappears, jingling a set of keys. He steps in front of me and turns the lock on the door. "Go inside, sweetie," Roman says. Roman stares at me as if he wants me to refuse. Maybe he wants to manhandle me. Maybe that turns him on or something. I will not give him that. I will obey. I have no choice. 

I go inside the door and follow the hallway. Roman walks behind me. I can hear him breathing. I look back at him. "Eyes in front, pretty girl," Roman says. 

I turn back around and keep my eyes in front of me. I see another door coming up ahead. That must be where Roman is taking me. I am deep inside Ezra's mansion. No one will hear me scream or recuse me from here. I am at his mercy. 

I begin to sniffle and cry. I cannot help it. I cannot make it stop. "I am sorry," I say softly. 

Roman rushes up behind me. His body touches mine as we approach the door. He takes out the set of keys and hands me the key. "Open the door," Roman says. 

I put the key into the door. My entire body shakes as I know the minute I open this door and go inside, it is over for me. What can I do? If I leave, I will die. If I run, I will die. No matter what, I am dead. Ezra is my only option. 

The door opens, revealing a huge bedroom. I scan the room as Roman follows me. I notice a door on the wall to my left. "That door leads to Ezra. He will summon you when he wants you, or I will retrieve you for him," Roman says. 

Roman watches me as I check the bed, pushing on it. I do not know why I care if it is soft or not. My life is now hell. I walk over to the closet. It is filled with clothes, but no shoes. I guess I do not need shoes. I check the bathroom next. The bathroom is pure luxury. 

"There are a lot of nice things here for a prisoner," I say softly. I continue to scan the room. I will look more after Roman leaves me. 

Roman shakes his head. "Ezra just saved your life, Veronica. He wants something in return, and your father owes him a lot of money. Do what he wants, and you will be able to return to your old life soon enough," Roman says. 

"Saved my life! Ezra kidnapped me, and now he is locking me in a dungeon. I have no doubt he plans to rape me," I scream. The tears roll down my face. 

Roman starts to walk toward me, but the door that leads to Ezra opens. "Leave us," Ezra says sternly. 

"Yes, boss," Roman says. Roman looks at me as if there is something he needs to say, but Ezra interrupts it. Roman leaves quickly, just as Ezra demands. 

Ezra approaches me. The look in his eyes is soft yet firm. I can see something in him but not sure what it is. "Do you find me unattractive?" Ezra asks. His tone is soft, just like his posture and eyes. He is trying to handle me, and I know it. 

"No. I do not find you unattractive," I answer. 

Ezra reaches for my face. He softly touches my chin and cups my face. I allow my face to rest in his hand and close my eyes. I can hear him breathing as he moves closer to me. I can feel his breath as his lips almost touch my ear. 

"You will beg me to fuck you, but I will not force anything on you, Veronica. Do you think I have to rape women? No. I can have anyone. I want you, and before this is over, you will want me," Ezra whispers in my ear. 

Why do I have butterflies in my stomach as this man whispers in my ear? "You think I am easy?" I ask Ezra.

Ezra touches my waist and pulls me firmly to him. I open my eyes and look into his eyes. His eyes look determined. He wants me, but he needs me to want him. Ezra needs me to beg him to take me. Maybe this is my way out. Perhaps I can play this game and win. 

"What if I want to go home?" I ask him. 

"What if you want to stay?" Ezra asks. His lips touch mine softly, then firmly. His kiss is not forced but hard and sensual. A labored breath escapes my mouth, and I moan as he pulls me in tighter. 

"See, you need me, Veronica. You need to be protected, and I bet you need to be fucked. That is why you will get on your knees and beg me to fuck you. Before this is over, you will do anything I want, whenever I want. I will never have to force you, Veronica," Ezra says. 

Ezra is seducing, and I know it, but I like it. I can feel the wetness dripping from between my legs as Ezra whispers his words in my ear. "If we are being honest, Ezra. I think you want me more than you will admit," I say. 

Ezra steps back from me and smiles at me like the devil he is. Maybe he is playing with me. Perhaps he is being honest. "Tell me, Veronica. Tell me the last time you were fucked?" Ezra questions me. He licks his lips, and it is so hot. 

"What if I say never? Would you believe me?" I ask him. I take a step toward him. Ezra chuckles. 

"You are a virgin?" Ezra asks. 

"Yes," I answer softly. I look down at the ground, almost embarrassed to admit it. 

Ezra lifts my face and forces me to look at him. "Tell me that again, slowly," Ezra says. 

I smile. "I am a virgin," I say slowly.