Bella's POV:

Someone was stroking my cheek, I smiled thinking about Gabriel. I forced my eyes to open and blinked to get rid of the haziness.

The first thing that came into my view was a grey suit. I gazed up and sat up in shock. I realized that I wasn't in the basement anymore and there wasn't Gabriel. In fear, I scrambled away from the man that was set on the bed, staring at me with a frown.

I picked up the white silk pillow and placed it in front of like some kind of a barrier between me and that man.

"What the hell am I doing here?" I asked him in anger while my heart was beating erratically.

He stared at me silently watching my moves. He stood up with his hands in his pocket.

"You have a fever. We shifted you here because of your condition," he said.

"Where's Gabriel?" I asked the creep.

The man didn't reply to me and stayed still like a steel pole.

I took a quick look at the room, it looked like one of the home model magazines. The bed was covered in cream color silk sheets with matching pillows and dark brown velvet curtains. The furniture looked lavish and expensive. The white fur rug in the center with the golden set of two chairs and a table on the corner was just a cherry on the top.

"Where am I?" I spoke.

"You're in the guest room?" He answered.

The room looked more comfortable than the basement where he locked Gabriel and me. However, I didn't feel comfortable here without Gabriel.

"I want to go back to Gabriel," I said.

"You can't go back there. You're staying right here," he said in a sharp voice looking angry.

I was being polite because I felt scared of him. But now I felt awfully angry at him.

"I'm hostage here not your freaking guest! I want to go back to Gabriel so take me to him," I ordered him bravely.

The man walked towards me looking mad and took out his hands from his pocket then he placed a grey shiny gun on my temple while his other hand covered mouth.

"It's good to know that you remember you're a hostage here. I would suggest you keep your mouth closed until I ask you to open it. Do you get it?"  He asked glaring at me with his furious grey eyes.

I nodded my head and he removed his hand from my mouth allowing me to breathe.

"You're going to stay here for some time. Your boyfriend needs a lesson. I plan to use you to seek some answers from him," he said.

I became furious at his words and got up from the bed in anger.

"Don't you dare to touch him again. He hasn't done anything to you or to your men. Let us go before you get in trouble for kidnapping us!" I threatened him.

He grabbed my arm pulling me close to his chest.

"Listen, I don't threaten unless I am serious about doing it. I don't care about you or your boyfriend," he hissed.

I squirmed to get rid of his grip but he tightened his hold. A cry of pain escaped from my lips making him loosen his grip. He let go of me leaving my arm. I rolled my sleeves up and accessed the damage. The long red marks of his fingers were promising me a bruised.

I glared at him to find him staring at the marks of his finger on my arm. He looked guilty but as soon as the emotion came it disappeared.

The bedroom door opened startling us both. We both gazed at a door to see an intruder.

There was a man standing with the glass of orange juice in his hands, staring at me and the other man with shock and confusion.

"I didn't know you were here?" The man said looking bewildered.

"I was just checking on her," The grey suit man said and then left the room.

Awkwardly, the other man came in and placed the glass of juice on my nightstand.

"Now who are you?" I asked him.

I was scared of them but I refused to show them how much power they hold on me.

"Hello, I'm Nate," he said extending his hand forward.

I didn't shake his head and he retracted it back. It might be rude but he was freaking from team kidnappers and I didn't think befriending with him would be in my favor.

"It's time for you to take medicines. I brought the juice for you so they could taste less bad. I hate the taste, hopefully, you don't. The doctor said you need to take the antibiotics on time to heal the ankle infection," he said pulling out the medicines from the nightstand drawer.

I couldn't believe they called a doctor for me and got medicines. But it made me realize that they didn't want me to die until they get what they want from Gabriel.

"I don't want this room and medicines. I need you to let us go."

He looked at me with sorrow in his greenish golden eyes. I could feel he wanted to help me but he didn't have the power.

"Gabriel has a history with Tristan," Nate said.

"Who's Tristan? I'll talk to him," I said.

"The man who was in your room earlier is Tristan. He's kind of my boss," Nate said with a smile.

"That grey suit obnoxious egotistical man is your boss?" I asked him with my fist clenched in rage.

"Unfortunately, yes," he replied with an amused smile.

"I won't beg him for anything. He's a freaking ass!" I yelled.

Nate cringed at my scream and walked to me. He placed his hand on my arm and I jumped.

"Calm down, Bella. Everyone is sleeping or busy... Well, if they heard you yelling then it wouldn't turn out good for us," Nate said with the concerned look on his face. "Also, you shouldn't take more stress. You're sick."

I accessed Nate from head to toe. He looked younger than the Tristan guy but obviously older than me. His face was shaven showing his sharp jaw, his black hair was chopped short on his head and his body looked well built. His nature seemed caring and selfless.

"You seem different than other men that I have encountered here," I said.

He gave me a dazzling smile, showing a set of white teeth. "Thanks. I'm honored to hear that."

"It wasn't a compliment," I said rolling my eyes in annoyance.

"Oh?" He said looking confused.

"Can you throw me in the dungeon or basement, whatever it was? I want to go back to Gabriel," I said.

"Why do you want to go back there? This room is far better than that trash. You have got a bed to sleep and a clean room to stay here," He said.

"I don't feel safe here. I don't want to stay among strangers in a luxurious room. At least with him, I felt somewhat safe," I confessed.

"I can understand. I'm sorry but for now, you've to stay here," he replied half-heartedly. "Are you hungry? I can get you some pizza from the kitchen."

Surprisingly, my stomach grumbled loudly answering his question. My face turned red in embarrassment. I wanted to kill myself at that very moment.

"Okay, I'll get you some food and some clothes. The one you're wearing looks rather dirty," he said leaving the room.

I was smelling like a dead corpse so I went to the bathroom. The bathroom was all white with white marbles and a huge mirror.

I looked at myself and grimaced. I looked like shit or maybe resemble someone who has returned from the grave. Well, I couldn't decide what I look like.

My eyes searched for a shampoo and soap that were in the cabinet with clean towels. I turned on the shower and stepped in it. I was expecting to feel dead cold water but surprisingly it was warm. I sighed and shampooed my hair.

After I was done, I came out to find grey PJs with a blue shirt sitting on the bed. I picked them up and smelled them, they were clean. I hurriedly put them on and wrapped my head in a towel feeling the headache coming back.

There was a knock at the door so I walked to it and unlocked it.

Nate came inside with the pizza and plate in his hand.

"You look cleaned up but you shouldn't have taken the shower tonight," he said. Then he touched my forehead with the back of his hand. "You still have a fever. I hope you don't get sick now."

"I really don't care," I mumbled.

He handed me the plate and I hesitantly took it from his hand. The pizza box had no brand name or address on it which was weird.

Nervously, I picked the one slice and took a bite. He stared at me and I panicked.

What if this pizza is poisoned? What if it contains some drug?

"Why aren't you eating?" I asked him anxiously.

He picked the one slice and took a bite.

"Trust me, it's not poisoned or anything. Also, I am full. I had one box myself earlier," he replied.

I gave him an awkward smile and proceed to eat again.

When I was done, he handed me medicines.

I stared at them in panic. What if they would knock me out like earlier and some creep would come in the room again?

"I'll take them later," I said with an appreciative smile.

"I know you won't. I understand that you don't trust me at the moment but I've your best interest at my heart," Nate said.

His eyes told me he wasn't lying and my stupid brain actually trusted him. I put the pills in my mouth and took them with orange juice.

He grinned and then said, "My trouser and shirt is swallowing you."

"Yeah, they're quite loose," I said looking at myself.

"Lock the door and take a good nap. I'll bring you breakfast in the morning."

I nodded my head then said, "Goodnight."

"You too," he said closing the door and leaving me in the room.

I waited for fifteen minutes then I decided to sneak out and look for Gabriel. I looked around and saw many rooms then there was a large set of stairs going down. I took the quick steps and went downstairs. A beautifully furnished living room attached to the stylish open kitchen came into my view.

I was looking around to search the stairs that would lead me to the basement when someone grabbed me from behind and pressed me on the wall.

"What the hell!"

"I like dirty mouth bitches,"

My eyes land on a man with the ugly scar on his right cheek. Before I could shout for help, he pressed his palm on my mouth muffling my shouts.

He gripped my wrists and held it above my head he parted my legs with his knee.

I was struggling, shouting and bit his palm but he didn't budge. He was strong, much stronger than a tiny 5 feet 2-inch girl. A foul smell coming of alcohol was coming from his mouth.

"No one told me we have a new little whørè in the house. Am I going to be your first or you have already fûçk*d others?" He asked looking amused.

The tears stung my eyes, I didn't want to lose my virtues that I had protected for seventeen years like that.

I struggled to get free but leaned his head to nuzzle it in my neck while rubbing his front on me. I screamed but it only came out like a squeak.

Suddenly, he was ripped away from me. I slide down crying in shock. I was breathing awfully and my body was tumbling in fear.

With my blurry eyes, I glanced up to find Tristan gripping the man from his neck and squeezing it while yelling something at him in some other language.

Then he let go of the man and he scrambled away looking terrified.

My head was throbbing and my chest squeezing, I realized that I was having a serious panic attack.

Tristan stared at me in concern then kneeled down.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I couldn't speak to him. My voice came out like a gasp.
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