Chapter 3 Danger Zone

Bella's POV

I opened my eyes, to an unfamiliar ceiling above me. I was in a large, dimly lit room, and I couldn't remember how I got there. The last thing I remembered was a sharp pain in my neck. I wasn't sure where I was or what had happened to me.

As my senses returned, I remembered that some men had come to my house and taken me away. I couldn't recall their faces, but I remembered the terror I felt when they grabbed me. And then I remembered the pain in my neck before everything went dark. I sat up, my heart pounding in my chest. I was in a strange house, and I didn't know where I was. I felt a wave of panic wash over me. I had to get out of there, but I didn't know where to go or what to do.

I stood up, my legs shaking underneath me. I took a step forward, and my eyes fell on a man sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. He was staring at me with a smirk on his face. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. I didn't know who he was or what he wanted from me. But I knew that I was in danger. The man stood up and started walking towards me, his eyes never leaving mine.

Despite my fear, I couldn't help but notice that the man was striking. He had dark hair and piercing green eyes, he was tall and muscular, and dressed in a dark suit, He looked like he was someone of importance. But his eyes were cold, and they sent a chill down my spine. I backed away from him, trying to put as much distance between us as possible.

The man's smile sent a shiver down my spine. It was a smile of pure malice, and it made me feel sick to my stomach. He didn't say anything, but he kept walking towards me. I pressed myself against the wall, my hands shaking as I tried to stay calm. But my heart was racing, and I felt like I was going to pass out. I had to do something, but I didn't know what.

"Staring is impolite." the man said, his voice soft and smooth. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. I didn't want to talk to this man, but I knew I had to say something. "I'm sorry," I said, my voice trembling. "I didn't mean to stare." The man's smile widened, and he took another step towards me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

"Why are you keeping me here against my will? I need to go home, let me go or I'll call the cops" I managed to say trying to sound confident.

"You're in no position to ask me questions, I decide what to do with you, and did you say the cops?" He laughed and became serious again "I bet you don't know who you're talking to." He said, his tone stern. "I'm in control here, and you will do as I say." I felt a surge of panic as I realized that this man was dangerous. I had to get out of here, but I didn't know how.

"Please let me go," I said as I looked at him in his eyes.

He took another step towards me, and I could feel my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. I was frozen with fear, unable to move, I began to panic.

"What a smart mouth we've got here huh, Listen, I don't repeat myself," he said grabbing me by my neck.

"From now on, you belong to me and you'll have to do whatever I say without questions, Is that understood" I nodded while shivering in fear "Words," he said glaring at me "Yes" I managed to say.

"You have an hour to get ready," the man said, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Be on your best behavior tonight, if you want to see your father alive."

With that, he turned and walked out of the room leaving me alone and trembling. I stood there for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. I knew I had to find a way to escape, but I had no idea how to do it. I was trapped, and I didn't know what to do.

I took a deep breath to calm myself after he left. I shouldn't let him know that I'm scared of him.

I rushed to the door trying to turn the handle, but it was locked. I jiggled the handle, over and over again, my heart pounding. I was trapped, and I felt a wave of panic wash over me. I started to cry, my hands trembling. I felt like I was going to be sick. I had to find a way out, I looked around the room, searching for any possible escape route. But there was nothing.

My thoughts turned to Dad. I wondered if he was okay and if the men who had taken me had done anything to him. I felt a surge of worry and panic as I imagined the worst. I had to find a way to get to Dad, to make sure he was okay. But I was trapped in this room.

As I paced around the room, I began to notice the details of my surroundings for the first time. The walls were painted a soft blue, and the furniture was ornate and expensive. A vase of flowers sat on a table, and the scent of lavender filled the air. I was struck by how beautiful the room was, despite the situation I was in. I found myself drawn to the window, and I looked out at the view.

As I looked out the window, I heard the door click, and I whirled around to see a woman standing in the doorway. She was dressed in a simple black dress, and her hair was pulled back in a neat bun. She gave me a small smile. "I've brought you some food," she said, her voice soft and kind. I looked at the tray of food in her hands, and my stomach rumbled. I hadn't realized how hungry I was.

I hesitated, what if the food was poisoned? What if this was all a trap? The woman must have seen the doubt on my face because she spoke again. "I promise, it's not poisoned," she said, her voice gentle. "I would never do anything to harm you, if not the boss won't spare me. You must be hungry." She set the tray down on the table, and I stared at the food. I was so hungry, but I was still afraid.

"I'm sorry ma'am but you'll have to eat, the boss ordered you to be brought here and you can't leave without his permission, you'll just have to be obedient if you want to leave here soon, that's all I can say".

The woman's words hung in the air, and I felt torn. I was starving, but I was also scared. I knew that if I disobeyed the boss, there would be consequences. I didn't know what those consequences would be, but I didn't want to find out. The woman was still standing there, waiting for me to make a decision.

I reached for a piece of bread and took a small bite. The woman watched me, a look of relief on her face. "Thank you," she said giving me a phone and my eyes widened. "We'll need to get you ready for the event, so we should start now." She gestured to the door, where I could see three people waiting. I took a deep breath and followed the woman out of the room. I felt nervous and scared, but I knew I had no choice.

"Please give me a moment, I'll be right behind you," I told her and she nodded leaving the room.

I quickly sat on the bed dialing Dad's number but he wasn't picking up.

I tried calling Liam my only friend and he picked up on the first ring. "Hello," he said as soon as he picked up the call. "Liam" I managed to say between tears "Bella! Is that you?"

I couldn't answer him as the door to my room flung open and Moreno came in. He quickly took the phone from me and smashed it against the wall. I got up from the bed shaking, scared of what he was going to do to me.

"How dare you" he growled and I shook in fear "You dare call your little boyfriend huh? I told you that you're mine and you can't escape from me, Just one test and you already failed," he said standing in front of me weighing me with his eyes.

He brought out a gun I didn't notice he had with him and sat on the bed, this was the second time I was seeing a gun in real life.

"Strip" he commanded. Was he crazy or a psychopath? There's no way in hell I was going to strip for him.

I watched as he stood up, towering over me as he approached. My heart was pounding as I scrambled backward, only to find myself trapped against the wall. I felt a rush of panic as he loomed closer, his eyes fixed on me. I knew I had no choice but to face him, and I braced myself for whatever was to come.

"Open your mouth" he commanded cocking his gun. Is he going to kill me?

I slowly opened my mouth and he forcefully put the gun in my mouth, I felt like I was going to gag.

"Suck it whore, before I blow your brains out," he said. I couldn't do it, I cried helplessly. "Now strip and don't let me repeat myself," he said sitting back on the bed.

As I stood there, frozen in fear, I couldn't help but close my eyes and wish for a miracle. I wanted so desperately for this all to be a bad dream, but it felt so real. I could feel the wall against my back, and I could smell his cologne. I knew this was happening, and I had to find a way to survive this. I just had to do what he wanted as I had no other choice.

My eyes fluttered open, and I saw him sitting on the bed, staring at me intently. I felt his gaze burning into me, and I knew I had to say something. But I couldn't find the words. I tried to speak, but my voice was frozen in my throat. I felt trapped, like a butterfly caught in a net. And he was the one holding the net.