His Honor And Her Faith

Jasmine was sitting on a chair like a stone. She doesn't want anyone to know she woke up. She knows she's somewhere she doesn't belong to, somewhere no one belongs. Her eyes were covered with a blindfold and hands and legs were tied with a rope. 

The whole time she observed her surroundings even though she couldn't see anything. There was a pin drop silence, not even the ticking sound of clock could be heard. Either it must be an abandoned place or any luxurious one. 

Jasmine slowly started to take deep breaths to calm her accelerated heartbeat, which was harder than she thought. Well body betrayed and that only increased when she heard the murmurings from outside the room, it was low and muffled like what they were saying was confidential.

Her curious and inquisitive mind forced her to listen to them but it was impossible. 

"Where the hell am I?" She mumbled to herself slowly. She doesn't want them to catch her.

Jasmine spent the other 10 minutes by blabbering to herself and making up plans in her mind to escape. Maybe she won't make it out of here but she has to expose them to the world. Murderers are sinners that have to be punished. "Wage of sin is death" said the Bible. Every sinner deserves to be punished and he is no exception. 

Jasmine's breathing got faster and heavier when the door to that room creaked open, followed by some footsteps. The sound of shoe heels hitting the floor resounded and with each step her heartbeat increased. All her confidence and courage drained out from her body like water. She was sure that they could hear it too because it was beating that much louder. Never in her past twenty-one years did she feel this much fear, nervousness and trepidation. Not even when she made up her mind to record them. 

"Sir, looks like she hasn't woken up yet" she heard one of them saying and she shut her emerald eyes tightly as if closing it like that would help her to get away from that demon. 

A hum was heard and the vibration that left from that voice was spine chilling. That voice, it was raw and hard, the depth of his deep voice, just like the ocean. It was neither rough nor soft but deep and sexy. Dominating.

Soon the sound of door opening and closing was heard and she sighed, a sigh of relief. The breath she held involuntary from the moment that particular person entered the room, a breath she didn't know she was holding until she exhaled them with such force but soon that breath was caught up in her throat, choking her when she heard the screeching sound of the chair.

What the hell! He didn't leave. Her mind screamed. She thought he left earlier with his men but she was unfortunately mistaken.

"You know what? You are really..... not a good actor" that man with authority spoke. From his voice she can clearly sense the lack of interest and the growing irritation but Jasmine didn't budge, she remained silent because she couldn't find her voice. If it was any other person she would obviously say 'sorry my acting skills are awful just like you' but she knows he isn't someone to mess with.

"Now why the fuck are you acting, Miss Jasmine Johansson?" Her name rolled out from his tongue just like how honey dripped from mouth. She never heard someone taking her name like this. It may be because of his thick British accent or the roughness of his voice.

Soon her body flinched a little and a low squeal escaped from her vocal cord when a pair of hands touched the back of her head, removing the fabric that covers her eyes. 

Jasmine fluttered her eyes to open, blinking it rapidly in order to make her vision clear as it was blurry after closing her eyes for so long. Her vision became clear and eyes functioned properly only for her other organs to stop functioning. The second her emerald eyes caught the very sight of the giant man who's sitting in front of her on a chair like he owned everything, her breath knocked out from her lungs. Her eyelids opened and closed, repeating the same process again and again. It's her first time seeing him this closely and it is really suffocating. It's like getting trapped in a lift with a handsome vampire. His aura screamed danger and only danger. 

In the meantime his gray orbs took their time to study the woman in front of him. He knew it was a girl when he caught her that night but never imagined her to be this beautiful. There is an innocent touch in her beauty that attracted him when he laid his eyes on her. At that time her eyes were covered but now they are open like the ocean, wide and pure, deep and calm. 

The aesthetic beauty of her eyes were so appealing, so mesmerizing. For a second he got lost in them. That rare orbs and unmatched beauty instantly caught his attention just like how a celebrity attracts fans when they are in public.

"Are you deaf?" He asked, interrupting her thoughts. She averted her gaze from him when she felt insulted. He's being rude and cocky with her and she from the bottom of her heart disliked it.

"I assume you are" he answered to his own question. Never for once his eyes left her figure as he studied her every action and reaction. He saw how her hands formed a fist and jaw clenched with his offensive comment. 

"Might be dumb too 'cause no normal person would dare to do something like you did" his voice was mocking and she once again felt humiliated. No one can stand it when someone humiliates them, especially for a well dignified girl like her.

"I'm not dumb" she argued while looking up, meeting his cold and dead orbs. "And yeah you are right, that I'm not normal, I agree. I can not stand still and watch something bad happen to someone. I'm not heartless like them" she tried to sound brave and confident but that dilated orbs, they displayed her nervousness and fear which he easily detected.

"Nice essay! but I'm not impressed girl" Ethan uttered nonchalantly. He was fed up with this essay of bravery and humanity. Every person used to utter the same when they knew he'll kill them, an act of INNOCENCE. 

On the other hand Jasmine was baffled. He just shrugged her and her words off so simply. The way he behaved it is clear that he is not good for her. 

"Where's it? Where did you hide it?" Came his question. He knows, she thought. She hid her phone the second she knew they would catch her. She was hesitant but there's no way she'll let that in his hands. The solid evidence against him.

"Wh-What are you talking about?" Her voice just like expected cracked but she managed it by coughing, only if that works.

Ethan didn't respond, just looked at her with his predatory eyes. His eyes drilled right into her soul and she shivered. He can not only scare her mind and body but her soul too. He never blinked and that scared her. Is he some kind of vampire? She thought to herself. The power and dominance he has, she hated them.

"Untie me" it was neither a plea nor an order. Just a statement. She said that because the knot in her hands and ankle were tight that it would surely leave a bruise and at the same time she wanted to change the topic too. His hawk-like eyes and pin drop silence were like a fuel to her inner turmoil.

"You and I both know what I'm talkin' 'bout. Now drop that drama and answer me before I make you" the warning in his voice was clear like crystal. He meant it, each and every word but she couldn't tell him, not even after trying. 

Jasmine needed a second to understand what he said cause his accent was thick and fast. She'd to replay it again to understand and when she did, she wishes she didn't.

"Correction-" he uttered. A small smirk emerged in his alluring lips increasing her nervousness. 

"Before my men make you" he completed and now the smirk was more clear cause it widened and his eyes shone in mischievous.

And that's when Jasmine took her surroundings. There were his men too, two in total. One beside her and one near the door. Then who left? Her mind queried. 

They were muscular, his bodyguards, the one who'll kill and get killed for his boss. They were staring into space, hands on either side, touching the side of the thighs and feet closer, in an attention position.

Jasmine gulped and looked away when she realized the dark meaning behind his words. She felt ashamed and violated. No one used to say things like that to her till now and he is crossing his limits. 

"So are you gonna spill the truth or-?" He stopped because he knows she knows the rest of his words. 

"I lost it" she lied but she had no other choice. Lying was not a cup of her tea but lying to protect yourself or someone else from immediate danger is not that bad and once again she got no response. 

She got to know that he didn't believe it, well no one will but she had to make him believe her so she opened her mouth again,

"I was running fast when they chased me yesterday night and accidentally lost it. I was running for my life" she tried to make it more believable but him being the smartest he easily found her lie. Well there was a chance to make him believe her, it'll happen only when that emerald orbs support her and her lie. That forest green orbs refused to cope up with her and reflected her inner self, that nervous one. Why does someone need to get all nervous if they are telling the truth? He's experienced in this area, a skilled Adonis, someone who's adept in judging and execution. 

"Seems like you really need some assistance from my men and I'm sure you'll like it" she felt like some dirty worms crawling in her skin hearing those disgusting words. 

"I'm telling the truth, I lost it there. Why are you not believing me? Where should I put my phone on that street?" She asked while raising her voice a little. Beads of sweat adorned the side of her forehead as well as the tip of her nose despite the cool temperature.

"Andrew!" Ethan called out and the man beside Jasmine answered right away. That man just nodded his head without any order as he knew what his boss wanted him to do. The next second the man removed a revolver from the back of his pants and pressed it against the back of her head, snatching her breath. She looked at that man with begging eyes seeking mercy but that was a futile attempt. 

But how can she die so easily? She has no problem in dying but what about that evidence? She has to give it to someone. 

"Who do you think you are? You can't kill me like that. I-I'm not your pet or toy to kill me like this." She blurted out when the anxiety kicked in with full force. Her green eyes shone when they got filled with tears, tears of helplessness.

He watched as the tears rolled down, caressing her smooth snow white skin ever so gently. They stayed a second on her chin and then fell into her dress, drop by drop. Her eyes were shut close and lips were parted a little to breathe. She felt difficulty in breathing through nose. Her chest rose up and then fell back with each breath she took. He watched how her thick and full lips quivered and hands clutched the chair tightly. She's scared, he concluded. And he likes it, every inch of it. That sight was something beautiful, like erotic.

He didn't even show his one percent of ruthless side but here she is, panting and sweating like she ran away from a stray dog. How will she look when he actually started to scare her, with his not so good ways and behavior and he wanted to see that, explore that. 

Explore more about the beauty who dared to collect information about him, who dared to stand against him. After all, it'll be a waste to let go of a beautiful woman like her this easily, Especially for a pervert like him.

Jasmine opened her eyes slowly and her temple ceased when she felt that man removing his gun from her head. Isn't he gonna kill her? She thought.

"Are yo-" "I'm not gonna kill you" Ethan announced and she felt a little hope in her heart. Maybe he believed her lie, No? She asked herself.

"Now are you not going to say thank you?" His voice changed playfully and Jasmine couldn't help but move in her seat uncomfortably.

"Th-Thank you" she muttered slowly. Her eyes were fixed at the white tiles which looked more beautiful than the handsome man in front of her. From there she could see her reflection. A tied up girl with disheveled hair and messy face. Her face wasn't clear but she could see the tiredness in them. She's exhausted and she wanted nothing more than to sleep in her comfy bed. Her timid figure flinched when he got up from the chair. Her eyes followed his moments and watched him staring at her with those sinister eyes. Smiling at her he uttered,

"It's thank you, Sir, Flower"

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