Chapter 7: The First time I saw him

Hailey’s POV

Waking up, I feel relaxed but yet something feels different than my apartment. Without opening my eyes, my hand goes slowly to my side. My fingers ran slowly over the sheets. They were so soft like pure silk. This was definitively not my bed as I had normal cotton sheets. The bed feels bigger as I have a single bed that was the only thing that fit into the bedroom I had.

Slowly opening my eyes, I saw that I was in a room I did not recognize. It was the most beautiful room I have ever seen, but what am I doing here? The last thing I remember was walking to my apartment after leaving the bar. Then someone grabbed me from behind. His kisses on my neck and his strong hands on my waist. Panic starts building inside me.

I was kidnapped by someone. Am I going to die? If yes, then why would this person not tie me and put me in this beautiful room, smelling like fresh-cut red roses. It was my favourite flower. Still trying to make sense of this, I get a strange feeling inside as if this person cares.

‘Wake up Hailey, remember there is no such thing as love, it is only a myth. You are just dreaming and thinking about the book that you are reading.’ My mind is telling me over and over again. Still looking around, I heard the door slowly opening. Standing at the door was the cowboy, but without his hat and not dressed like he was in the bar but in full black pants and dress shirt, I still do not know his name, but I knew that smile on his face, the one that could make any girls heart stop.

God, he was the man every girl dreams about. Walking slowly towards me, I could see that yes; he did look like the cowboy, but there is something different about him that I cannot pinpoint. His hair looks dark brown in colour, tied into a ponytail at the back of his neck. Did the cowboy have black or brown hair and was it not shorter? I am not sure anymore. His face was clean-shaven, yet his jawline was still as perfect as then. Could he have shaven?

My mind keeps screaming at me to flee as I am still panicking, thinking of all the things this person could do to me. I try to move closer to the headboard, moving very slowly till my back hits the board.

This is the guy that kidnapped you. What is going to happen now? Is he a sociopath, going to torture and then kill me? My mind keeps telling me again, making me even tenser, keeping the sheet around me even tighter. Pulling it up to my chin, making sure that no part of my body is visible.

Walking deeper into the room, he placed something on the table in one of the corners that smelled like food. My stomach starts to rumble as I had not eaten before starting my shift at the bar. I kept a close eye on him, trying to see what he would do next.

He then comes to stand at the end of the bed. Looking right at me, he says

“I made some food for you as I know you have not eaten since this morning.”

With that, he goes and brings over the plate with food and a glass of fresh orange juice. On the plate, there was fresh fruit, sushi (My favourite) and different kinds of cold meats and cheeses. How did he know what I liked? Has he been stalking me?

Looking up from the plate, I can now clearly see his eyes. It was deep blue with a hint of red in the irises.

I hesitate to look at the food. Is it drugged, poisoned? as if reading my mind

“Please, my Angel, you need to eat. I promise it will make you feel better. You need to take better care of yourself. Not eating is not good for your body.”

He said with a voice so sweet that my eyes grew wide with a questioning look. After a debate about whether I should eat, my stomach makes the choice for me. I ate most of the food and drank the whole glass of juice in silence as I kept an eye on him. He then takes the plate and places it back on the table.

Returning to the bed, he slowly crawls onto it with our eyes locked and it is as if his eyes kept me locked in place. He slowly takes my legs and pulls, me so I am lying flat on my back. paralysed by fear, I just stay as still as possible.

Do not move, do not move. I keep telling myself. If you move you might enrage him and he will kill you. He is on top of me and starts placing small feather-like kisses on my jawline going to my neck. My body reacts but my brain keeps screaming that this is not happening.

I let out a small moan as I felt a tightening in my core spreading, making my juices start to flow, making me wet.

His hands travel to my breast as he takes one in his big hands and brushes over it. I feel the sparks even with the fabric that is in-between. Thinking ‘take the dame thing off, I need to feel your hands on my skin’, I tried with one hand to take it off. He stops me, pinning my hands above my head with his other hand.

“o. no. this is my time. I will ravish and enjoy your body, slowly”

Saying this, he slowly starts to pull up my top as he places kisses under my breast with his nose just touching it.

Just before I thought that I could not take any more, he got off me. Feeling the loss of his touch, I looked up to see what he was doing.

Walking over to a drawer, he takes out some kinds of red fabric. Coming back, he takes my hands and ties them to each poster of the bed. Now I am really starting to panic.

O God, I am going to die, please I need to get away. I start to hyperventilate.

Probably sensing this, I felt his mouth next to my ear whispering.

“Do not fight this. Let go, just feel. Give in, and submit to me. I will make you feel like you have never felt before. I will never hurt you"

His breath so near to me lets me feel as if, for some or other reason, I need to do what he says.

“Take deep breaths, my love. Feel the sensation that your body is craving. Lose yourself. Let yourself feel”

He says in between kisses. Now going down to my stomach. Reaching my jeans, he slowly undoes the zipper, pulling it down as his kisses and hands went to my inner left thigh.