Chapter Three

Since I have nearly finished TKM, I decided to finish Chapter Three so here it is. Thank you all so much for the high amount of votes, comments and reads on this books previous chapters.

I always say what I'm feeling

I was born without a zip on my mouth

Sometimes I don't even mean it

It takes a little while to figure me out

I like my coffee with two sugars in it

High heels and my jewelry dripping

Drink and I get all fired up (hey, hey, hey)

Insecure but I'm working with it

Many things that I could get rid of

Ain't about to give it up

Chapter 3 - Hell

Nephele's POV

I wake up with a groan. My head hurts, the pounding in my ears getting worse. Bile rising in my throat automatically. I swallow it lightly, my mind focus on the pain vibrating from my back. I groan again, my hand softly feeling the fabric that lies beneath me. My hand is met with a softness and I sigh, sinking into the fabric because it was comfortable. My eyes snap open as I recall the events of yesterday.

Derick. The man. Running, Blood.

I shoot out of bed with a cry forgetting about my wounded back, the pain like hot coals sheering through my skin. I wince as I scrambled to my feet ignoring the pins and needles that run down my legs. I bolt to the other side of the room in a panic daze, collapsing in the corner, facing my back sideways so it doesn't touch anything. The pain in my back burn like a thousand torches. It made me want to scream for help but I held it in.

I look down at myself, wondering what the rough material under my finger tips was. I look down to find my breasts tightly wrapped in a cream white bandage. It was not tight enough to suffocate, only tight enough to add compression to a wound.

It must be for my back then but who would take care of me?

This doesn't make sense.

I crease my eyebrows and slowly, carefully, reach my hand around my back to touch the continuously wrapped bandage. My fingers scrap against the large bandage mound on my back and I hiss when pain sizzles the area.

Breathe.

I blow out a breath and slowly retract my hand, trying to not move my shoulders suddenly to refrain from the pain resulted from the bark. Pain sizzles once again when my shoulder blade moves under my skin, the action painful yet relieving. I look over at the door, the heavy fall of running footsteps outside the door.

The door barges open seconds later with a concerned looking man, the same man as yesterday and the previous day. I crease my eyebrows further, surprise morphing onto my face before realisation sets in.

He looks at me, concern changing into something else, something darker. I scream and back away like a deer backing away from a wolf. His eyes dart around the room as if looking for a threat, his eyes changing from the stormy blue to a red before returning to normal. His eyes land on me once again, confusion etched on his face. It dawns on me;

He did not realise I screamed because of him.

"Stay away from me you psycho!" I raise my voice at him once again. He smirks and takes a step closer towards me, sidestepping the bed. He obviously doesn't get the fact that I am, dare me to say, frightened of him. I do not know where I am nor who I am with.

For all I know I could be in Hell.

What could he possibly want? I have nothing but my virtue. No money nor no secret formulas that could end the world as we know it. I was never that smart. I do not of anything of his liking and I already know that as a fact.

"I don't have anything!" I rasie my voice again, it coming off as a cry instead of confidence.

"I have barley any money. Leave me alone" I say again, my voice slightly breaking at the end. I don't allow any of the tears that are welled in my eyes to fall.

He doesn't deserve to see my cry.

He saved you.

The small puny voice enters my head, its ridiculous cry for help resonating through the walls of my mind. Just because he saved me doesn't mean that he didn't rip Derricks chest apart. It doesn't mean the man wasn't a weapon on two legs. Doesn't mean he won't hurt me like he did to the other man. The blood was everywhere, the memory still fresh within my head.

The man approaches, the smirk on his face sightly dropping. A crease in his forehead replaces it, confusion once again etched on his face. He takes two timid steps towards me, he was now standing a few metres away from me. I push myself further into the curtain, or was it a wall, trying to get away from the crazed man who was now crouching in front of me.

"Wh-what do you want?" I ask, my eyes squeezed tightly shut with my face facing away from the man. I was scared.

"You." His voice comes out husky and deep and I gulp trying to control the immediate attractiveness I have towards him. It was a single word, a small answer that had no help in terms of knowing why he brought me here. It was a single word that confused the fuck out of me, and yet i couldnt help but think back to all those cliché stories I read when I was a teenager.

I turn my head towards him slowly and I face him, kind of anyway. I do not take that as a reasonable answer, it being stupid and typical from an attacker. It was in those books anyway.

"Why a-am I here?" I ask since he was now giving answers, no reasonable answer but at least they were answers..

"Because your mine" His answer only left more questions. It was another cliché answer. I scowled at him, narrowing my eyes confidently.

I wasn't nobody's. I was my own person, nor I was owned by anyone. I didn't say anything, fearing if I did I would get hurt. More emotionally than physically. If he wanted to kill me he would have done that by now.

It was another cliché answer.

"Good. Looks like you will not fight it" He says smiley weirdly. His words leaving no room for argument.

It wasn't a scary smile, more of a friendly-weird smile. I pulled back and pushed myself against the wall once again, slightly scared of the intented meaningbehind those words. He moved forward towards me in his crouching position.

"What are you t-talking about?" I question him as he leans in. I do not react as I should, my mind hazed by something. I should be screaming at him adn resisting his dangerous aura. Isn't that what normal kidnapped woman do?

"Nothing for you to worry yourself about my cloud" He hums.

His nickname for me makes butterflies erupt in my stomach but a sour taste to appear in my mouth. I will not become accustomed to this man, nor will I get Stockholm syndrome.

I squeeze my eyes shut when he brings his hand up, expecting a hit of some sort. A few seconds later I feel three soft fingers caress the side of my cheek, sweeping some fallen hair out of the way. I open my eyes to find his stormy grey eyes staring back at me. His eyes are void emotion and I don't know what it was or why but it hurt me.

Snap out of it.

I scold myself. His arms cage me in, them on either side of me head. I think fast, the reaction coming instantaneously.

I thrust my arm quickly on the inside of his arm, pushing outwards, using my forearm to  against his hand in a snap like movement. I learnt it in self defence classes and in this moment I was so glad I took them. His arm is flung to the side, away from my face and I stand in a quick movement. I spread my legs slightly apart and step into a fighting stance. I bring one fist to the side of my face as my father had taught me, and my other one lower near my stomach to protect my abdomen.

"Little Cloud, do you really think you could over power me?" He asks slowly rising off the ground like a predator hunting the prey. Expect this time I was the prey, which I seem to be every single time.

Every damn time.

"It is worth I try" I say quietly. I roll my back, still holding my position. I hiss when pain sizzles down my spine.

"You are hurt my Cloud, I wouldn't recommend over exerting yourself" He says dimly. His stormy blue-grey eyes sparkle into mine and I stare right back, not backing down. He huffs but stands still, his arms crossed over his chest. My eyes instantly drift to his biceps as they bulge through the dress shirt he is wearing. I snap my eyes back to his to see him smirking. I huff. It annoyed me that he doesn't move.

"I am fine." I stop him from replying. I do not care no matter how stupid that sounds. I need to get out of here.

I take the time to assess him for weakness. He wasn't in a fighting stance but I could tell by the way he was standing that he was left handed. His left leg was bent slightly as he applied most of his body weight onto the leg. It would be expected for me to go for his non-dominant side but he would be expecting that.

"Fine. If you can land a punch on me, it does not have to hurt. Unlikely that it will anyway, I will grant you your freedom you desire" He says clearly bored by this. I smile widely, a smug expression on my face. I totally ignore his previous comment about how the punch would not have to hurt him, him obviously meaning that it would not hurt him. Of course it would hurt him. It would hurt his abnormally large man ego of his and that was enough for me.

I take in a breath, hoping it would stop the unavoidable pain to come.

I leap into the air instantly aiming for his more dominant side. He doesn't know about my experience hence he would expect me to go for the weaker side. This was the logical thing to do. Was it the right thing to do though?

No.

As I leapt into the air I was tackled on the side by the man who held me captive. His arm wrapped around my waist in a quick movement as he side stepped my attack. I was pushed against the wall on my side, my back facing the side which was considerate considering the injuries I had obtained a few hours, or was it days ago?

"I was surprised my little Nymph. You did the opposite of what I expected of you. But as I said, you'll never beat me" He whispers, his breathe tickling my ear.

Angered by his words I wing my right arm, which was up against the wall, towards his face. My fit is caught in his hand and I growl at him. My wind up fist was an inch from his nose. He smiles at my action before forcefully pulling my fist down.

"Fiesty. I like that. Hopefully your like that in bed" He lays a small kiss to my earlobe, sparks erupting from the touch. I cringe away. The sparks don't leave though, instead they radiate through my body.

"I guess you will never find out" I reply sarcastically, my wit getting the best of me. He was delusional for thinking I would just fall into the arms of the man who kidnapped me. He smirks widely.

"You say that know little Cloud. Just wait until your screaming my name, then I'll say I told you so" He whispers again and I pull back against the wall, hoping to escape him.

He lets go of me and I barley made the landing. My feet wobble and the man puts up his hands to my sides in case I fall. I push out of his hold and put some distance between us.

"The bedroom has a shower and closet filled with clothes that shall fit you mea nympha" He says and before I can ask him about the clothes he is gone.

My Nymph.

It was un natural for a human to move through a room within a second. He wasn't human. but that was impossible. It dawns on me that he used another name for me.

I scowl at his nickname for me and turn towards the other side of the room. Who was I stuck in this place with? More importantly where the fuck was I? I had a medical assessment in three days. I need to get the perfect score on this one to complete my course with good marks. I groan. I also needed to study for the assessment. It was a discussion on the Human Brain, it going into phycological properties and phycological awareness and diseases. How was I meant to do the assessment in wherever the hell I was.

That doesn't matter now Nephele. Getting out of here does.

This was going to be difficult. The person who I was keeping me hostage seemed to be an alien to my world. He was not human, not with the way he moved. I shiver slightly, not from the cold but for another reason entirely. I turn to the window the is being hidden behind dark black curtains, the curtains having black velvet detailing.

I turn to look further around the room gasping as the room fully enters my vision. The room was beautiful. The ceiling hosted a chandler, the main features of the room being dark. An engraved mandala surrounded the chandelier, making it more beautiful than before. The diamonds, which seemed to be real, hung and fluttered in the non-existent wind, the refraction of light sending little ghosts of colour around the room.

Two mirrors hung beside the bed, the bed being a four poster bed with draping black curtains that were tied to the posters. Below the mirrors were bed side tables which held a black lamp shade. The black felt blanket covering the bed covers was draping onto the floor giving it a modern design. I look around the room further.

I am guessing the colour them was black.

(Please picture the bed with Black sheets, black curtains and a black background, exactly the same one as above. Only the bed is used in the bedroom, the bedroom is based of the first image above.)

The floorboards under my feet were cold under my feet, the wood patterned to give a modernish touch. The walls were pure black, the room seeming dark and cold. The walls however, similar to the roof, were engraved with intricate patterns. I look around in awe, my lips parted slightly. I look along the walls, looking for some sort of exit. I find two doors opposite the bed room and guessing by my captors words, they are the closet and bathroom.

It smells like cologne in here, an intoxicating scented cologne.

I turn my attention back to the windows, wondering how no light was peaking through the gaps in between the curtains. I reach out to touch the curtains, my fingers lightly grazing the fabric between my fingers.

"I wouldn't do that Miss" I voice rings out from behind me. I twist around incredibly fast, drawing my fingers away from the fabric. I open my eyes to find a young girl standing in front of a door that is parallel to the bed. My eyebrows crease. That door wasn't there earlier.

"I meant draw the curtains Miss." The girl pauses.

"Lord Lu-" She stumbles again before regaining herself, making my eyes narrow further at the mysterious girl.

"Master would not like that" She finishes. I scoff and roll my eyes. She was obviously referring to the demon who was here before.

"Go tell your 'master' to go fuck himself" I speak loudly, my voice filled with confidence and security.

I spin on my heel, turning to face the curtains again. I reach out my hand in one swift movement. My fingers grab onto the fabric of the curtain, before the suddenly don't.

I gasp when my hands enter right through the space the curtains are, there outline obvious to the naked eye. I pull back and draw my hand forward again, trying to grab hold of the partially invisible fabric. My hands fall through the material again, the ghost curtains visibly touching my hands. I scowl and turn back to the girl.

"I am sorry Miss but I cannot go against Master's wishes." I scowl at her, anger and frustration bubbling in my veins.

I look her over, now taking the chance to look at my potential attacker. She was dressed in grey, her skin as lonely white grey. Her appearance was ghastly, the cotton dress she was wearing lowering down to her ankles. The dress had old frayed holes and rips, the ends of the dress all marked and jagged. I looked at her face, her face seeming to be void of any colour or emotion. I gasp lightly, it inaudible to most people. She was she through as well, the dark black wall behind her visible through her silhouette.

She was also a ghostly figure.

I crease my eyebrows in confusion.

Where am I?

"There is your dinner dress set out in the closet for you Miss. Master will be here in an hour to pick you up from the door." She says before she disappears, the door behind her back as well. I run to the space where the door was, my speed picking up as I cross the room.

It was probably just an illusion.

My shoulder slams into the wall, the place where the door once was. I feel my shoulder crack painfully and I cry out in pain. I fall to the floor holding my shoulder as it throbs painfully. At least it's not broken. I suck in a harsh breath moving into a sitting position as the pain rises.

Definitely not an illusion.

I groan and slump sideways against the dark wooden wall, my now bruised shoulder facing into the room and my back free from the wall. Discomfort and pain pulses through my shoulder, my back pain now feeling a little less agonising. I hiss when the pain sharpens as I move lightly but close my mouth quickly.

Nobody wants to hear my pain.

I stand with a grimace. I clench my teeth together as the sharpness returns. I find my footing and slowly hobble over to the second door which stood a few metres front of the bed. The two doors stand next to each other, one door being slide open and one push open.

I stand in front of the second door and cautiously look over the engraved wood.

Why is everything in this room do fancy?

I huff to myself and enter the second door with a push wanting to get out of my head for some time.

I am in a strangers home, using their bathroom and being held captive. I need to find a way out, and the only way to find a way out is to play along with the 'Masters' game. What was he intending to do to me? He is forcing me to eat dinner and forcing me to stay in my room. I can't even see where I am, I don't know where I am and to make things worse I have no clue to why the 'master' moves so fast.

It could just be a side affect from the damage done earlier. It most likely was, I had taken a semester class on trauma from injuries, each trauma different depending on the severity of the injury and the injury itself. I step into the now lit bathroom, the flip of the switch illuminating the glowing room. I quickly rush in front of the mirror, ignoring my other surroundings. I spin on my heel in front of the mirror, turning so I can see my bandaged back. I wince at the twisting movement, knowing it was my own fault however. I slowly wind my hands behind my back, lacing my finger tips through the soft fabric of the bandages. I rip the bandage off, the rest of the layers coming undone by themselves. The white material falls to the ground graciously, it falling through the air slowly in a very cinematic way. I close my eyes as the last of the bandages falls, it hitting the back of my heel on the way down to the floor.

I release a small breathe as the pain subsides to a dull throb. I did not want to look in the mirror but I did nonetheless, having no choice but to lick at my own wounds. I take a deep breath and look directly at my back. I gasp as I look at the wounded area, cringing as I realise why I am in so much pain. My hand instantly reaches over my shoulder in a soft attempt to touch it but once my hand touches the  slightest tip of the  scabbing wounds and stitches it burned. I wince loudly and retract my hand back extremely fast. The pain flared for a few seconds before disappearing. I shake my head as tears start to appear in my vision. I bite my lips to stop myself from breaking down, the situation and pain of everything catching up to me in this moment.

The burning returned, it only subsiding for a few seconds before returning. I shake my head. I will not allow myself to cry. I look into the mirror and wait for the teary eyes to go before I strip of the rest of my clothes and step into the black and white marbled shower.

The water spray was warm, it not being to hot so I could get some on my back although I knew I shouldn't do that. Basic Medical School knowledge.

I hiss as some water spray hits my back but don't falter in my washing.

I quickly rinse my hair with water before applying the shampoo and conditioner which was similar to the one I had at home. That alone scared me. I tried not to pay attention to the little details in this bathroom that were a lot similar to the ones in mine at home. I tried not to pay attention to the exact colour of everything and how they were my favourite colours. I tried not to allow my heart to flutter every time I smelt the air, the smell of my favourite cologne and aftershave present. I tried not to be scared.

But I knew deep down the red alarm bells were blinding me in a constant ringing.

I stepped out of the shower in a hurry, not wanting to be alone with my thoughts for much longer. Sometimes they become to constricting, too painful.

I swallow as I dry myself, looking at myself in the mirror. I wasn't skinny like those models. I wasn't fat or obese either. I had a nice figure, being cliché it was kind of hourglass-y. Wide-ish hips with hip-dips although I liked them. Round breasts which were a good size I guess. Muffin top stomach, sometimes flat sometimes not depending on the time of day. My thighs touched and my arms had a little bit of flap. You could somehow still see my ribs through the skin even with all the excess 'fat' which did surprise me. I didn't hate myself, I could be really attractive if I wanted to be. I could also be really ugly if I tried to be. Overall I was normal. I liked my figure, it was what a lot of people thought looked 'okay' and I was glad with that. Stretch marks and all.

Angelina got all the male attention because of her skinny body and large ass. I didn't because I concealed all of it with clothes and a lot of the male population haven't seen my in less that shorts and a T-shirt. Save for Nick.

And I was okay with that.

I shake out of my train of thoughts and wrap the towel hastily around my body. I swiftly walk out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where there now was a white lace dress hanging up from the railings of the bed. I smile at it lost in a daze as I take in its beauty.

The dress was simple. Spaghetti straps holding the dress up which then come down in to part triangles which cover the breast area. The dress then came down in a flowing style, it should be floor length by looking at it. Connecting the top part and bottom part was a tighter band of the fabric which gave the dress some shape. The dress also appeared to have a split up the right leg however I couldn't be sure until I touched it.

The material was a white lace with a skin coloured under dress. It was soft to touch and the pattern of the lace was extremely beautiful.

The dress was beautiful. But what about my back?

The thought slipped past my mind in a second. Mainly myself not caring if it hurt more than it did now attributed to me deciding to put the dress on.

I slipped it on within seconds, it coming up my body with ease. There was surprisingly no pain accompanying the movement so I decided it was for the best. I twirl over to the mirror, the lacey material swaying and twisting as I moved. I smile at the pretty feeling and the softness of the dress.

I felt like a queen in this dress. Or more like a princess as a Queen wouldn't wear this. I giggle to myself as I look in the full length mirror in the corner of the room.

I turned around in search of a pair of shoes to match this dress only to find a pretty pair of white wrap-up heels at my feet.

I furrow my eyebrows. They weren't there earlier. They definitely weren't there earlier. I bend down carefully and pick up the shoes cautiously. I turn them over in my palm, inspecting the shoes for anything. Literally.

I furrow my eyebrows further when I find nothing and decide to just put them on. I sit on the stool beside the, or my, mirror. The dress falls from my leg as the part is revealed, my glowing skin showing now. I place my foot into the shoes and tie the white, or cream, material up around my calve. I finished putting on my shoes and stood, looking in the mirror.

A small smile graced my lips as I look in the mirror. I actually looked nice. I looked pretty. The dress was perfect for my body figure, the shoes accenting my now longer legs. I twist in the mirror, selflessly admiring myself. I laugh as I spin in a circle, the pain in my back somehow gone.

The small smile falls from my face within seconds, the dreadful knock on the door resonating around the room. I swallow a gulp of air as I turn towards the opening door. Dread piles in my stomach, the overwhelming feeling of butterflies as well as nausea sweeping through me. I look up at the door when the man steps through, his presence seemingly dark yet calming at the same time.

He had a smile on his face as his eyes roamed my body. Butterflies erupted in my stomach at his gaze, the feeling of happiness and calm washing over me like a freight train.

I knew that tonight, I would not let my body betray me.

Oh Gods forgive me for my body has sinned.

I hope you all enjoyed this Chapter. It is definelty more of a filler chapter, giving the audience (you) the surroundings and settings, Nephele's thoughts and feelings towards this whole situation (Which are fairly cliche as she hasnt really accepted she has been kidnapped although she did fight against him so not cliche?) as well as leading up to some shit.

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