In love with my captor

Chapter 1.Bella's pov.Walking out of the school gate only to realize I have spent the most hours of my entire day within the school vicinity, all on what? Studying. It has always been my aim to be at the top of the class but who cares about that but me alone?I fished out my phone from my bag and decided to call an Uber but then I halted midway; this could be the perfect time to have the feeling of freedom under the blue moon that illuminated the street reminding me that once it still shines it will always be my companion. Regardless of that, it will only take me a few minutes before I get home, why call for an Uber within a couple of minutes just a few differences in the time?I looked around the area and realized that the space seems empty and quiet; my perfect preference for atmosphere: peaceful and quiet. I hummed and put on my headphones listening to my favorite artist; Jahseh Dwayne Ricardo Onfroy with the artist name xxx . Lost in his music I have no connection with my surrou

Chapter 3.Bella's pov.I can't just believe why he kept his intentions from me when he will still have to reveal them. I can boldly recall the smile on his face as he left my room that day and for days now he has not shown up. How can I even notice he has not shown up around this area? Am supposed to be stuck to my escape plan and here I am realizing he is away for some time now.His workers had taken over with getting me my food and providing my other necessities, I can't say I miss him as I am not supposed to but there is this feeling in me that something seems different. As usual since the last time it was time for me to have my walk around the vicinity but this time I have the chance to only go up to the kitchen. Getting there I decided to cook something for myself, since I have less than an hour I decided to do a light dish. I can feel as if someone has his eyes fixated on me, I looked around but no one was there. After the cooking, I sat down at the table and ate then I heard a

Chapter 5.Mat's Pov.As I stood there with a sly smile spread across my face, I couldn't help but relish the fear that emanated from her. Bella, trembling before me, seemed to be teetering on the edge of panic, and I must admit, I rather enjoyed it. There's a certain power in instilling fear, in watching someone's composure crumble like a sandcastle against the relentless tide.I leaned in, lowering my voice to a hushed, sinister tone, and asked, "Why so scared, Bella?" My words hung in the air, a tangible threat that seemed to make her shiver even more. But instead of responding, she chose to turn and walk away. Perhaps she thought distance would shield her from the invisible web I was weaving around her, but little did she know that in this game, there was no escape.Behind her, Vito, my ever-loyal companion, flashed a disapproving smile and chimed in, "Mat, you should stop scaring the poor girl." He always had a sense of compassion that I often found tedious. In his eyes, fear was