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Julianna’s Pov:- I stared at him in disbelief, “but I did apologise to you… it was an accident, I didn’t know it was you!” I explained desperately, but the look on his face didn’t change. He glanced at someone behind me and abruptly they grabbed my both arms and pulled us out of the room ignoring our screams. They locked us both in two different rooms, the one they put me in was big and had a huge bed placed in the middle of the room. There was a big window at the corner of the room covered with grey curtains.
I rushed to the window and pushed the curtains aside but I was disappointed as I saw the window has huge and hard grills. I tried to pull them but damn they were so hard that it’s impossible to remove them. Even if I remove them I could never jump from a window this high from the ground without getting badly hurt.
What the hell!
I was pacing back and forth with rising anger inside me, I was pissed at this guy. I apologized to him for doing that yet he kidnapped me.
How dare he? Asshole!
I couldn’t control my anger and a loud groan escaped my lips as I punched the air, I couldn’t understand what he wanted from me. Why can’t he let me go? Son of a bitch!
I glanced back at the closed door and gritted my teeth in pure anger, no! you can’t give up, Julia! Slam that door until he let you go, I told myself and strolled towards the door. I fisted my palm and began slamming the door hard.
“Let me out!” I kept screaming at the top of my lungs until my throat hurts but no one bothered to respond. It was as if I was shouting at the wall.
“OPEN UP!” I screamed one last time and kicked the door in frustration and anger.
“What the hell!” Pushing my hair back I groaned in irritation. I had been slamming the door non-stop and yet no one opened it which made me even angrier. I have to get the hell out of here, No giving up.
I took a deep breath and began to slam the door again, “OPEN THE DAMN DOOR BASTARDS!” I screamed while kicking the door and punching it hard.
“Let me go!” I kept kicking the wooden door but no response, feeling exhausted I sat down, pressing my palms on the floor while throwing my head back and staring at the ceiling. I kept breathing hard with my mouth open,
“Let me out!” I said one last time, I let out a sigh of frustration and exhaustion. My throat was sore and I wanted to drink water. I looked around for water, feeling extremely thirsty and my eyes landed on a mug filled with water on the nightstand.
Son of a bitch! You just can’t lock me up in here!
I walked to the nightstand, gulped the water down and strolled back to the door while wiping my lips with the back of my hand. I was quite determined to get the hell out of here, I will break the door down if I want but I will not give up.
I slammed my fists on the door, “HEY! OPEN THE DOOR!” I screamed continuously.
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“I’LL BURN DOWN THIS ROOM RIGHT NOW… LET ME OUT!” I screamed while kicking the door non-stop. I had been screaming my lungs out, threatening them but there’s no fucking response at all.
“LET! ME! OUT!” I continued to kick the door harder. Suddenly someone from outside slammed the door open making me yelp in surprise and stumble back. I fell flat on the floor, hitting my butt hard.
Fuck! That hurts! I thought and glanced at the person. He stood there, with an annoyed look on his face. I glared at him while getting up and controlling the urge to rub my butt.
“Finally, you decided to grace me with your presence?” I defied,
“Thank you!” I added with a mocking smile on my face. I noticed his clenched jaw and irritated expression on his face.
“What’s your problem!” He asked while pushing his hands into his pockets,
“My problem? Why don’t you tell me what’s your problem! Huh!” I asked while folding my hands,
“Why can’t you let me go! Will you tell me why I am being held here?” I urged, seriously confused.
He tried to open his mouth but I put my hand up to stop, “Please don’t tell me because I pepper sprayed you!” I said with a clearly irritated look on my face.
“Please!” I rolled my eyes, “Any woman in that situation would have done that… ” my words were cut off as he grabbed my arms and shoved me over to the wall. My back hit the wall hard and a gasp left my lips.
My breathing hitched as I noticed his face just inches away from mine, the heat from his body was making mine trembling for reasons unknown. His face screamed of annoyance and anger; I felt some kind of fear sinking inside my chest which made my throat dry. I tried to breathe but because of the heat his body was emitting, I couldn’t.
His eyes glared at me and I found myself pressing my palms to the wall, moving my body back and back. His strong arms were pressed against the wall on either side of my head, bending himself to my level and scowling at me.
“Never roll your eyes at me! Miss Mitchell” he said, his eyes glaring, his jaw clenched, he was partially spitting anger at me and I was frightened. I tried to say something, anything, but my words weren’t passing out of my lips and I was opening my mouth and closing it like a fish in water.
“And… You’re here because… no one touches Nikolai Vasiliev and gets away with it!” he said,
“Who’s Nikolai Vasiliev?” I asked while blinking rapidly in confusion, he was clearly taken aback by my question which confused me more.
Who the fuck is he? I don’t remember doing anything to him?
“Me!” He replied with an annoyed expression on his face. I internally facepalmed at my stupidity, why did you even open your mouth, Julia! My subconscious yelled inside my head. I tried to shut my mouth and look at him, but his eyes were making it hard for me to maintain eye contact with him.
“Wha-What are you going to do wit-with me?” I shuttered, staring at his face while swallowing the lump in my throat. “I haven’t thought about it yet!” He replied, “Till then, you’ll work in the kitchen… You worked at the Dine, right?” he inquired while staring at me. I nodded my head at him waiting for him to finish, “Perfect, you will help Flora in the kitchen… along with your friend… Make sure you do all the household work and everything well, If I find any of you not working or misbehaving with any of my people…” he spoke while moving his face closer to mine.
I pressed my head back, moving back from him as his hot breath hit mine, “I swear you’ll regret it, Miss Mitchell,” he warned which gave me chills. My heart was beating rapidly against my ribcage and I was breathing hard. “Bu-But Please…” I know pleading doesn’t matter anymore but I couldn’t stop myself, “I have friends and family back there and I have dreams… I want to…”
“I don’t care…” He spoke cutting me off,
“Pulling that stunt back there is your mistake… You will now serve me!” He said while placing his finger on my face and trail it down to my cheek.
“Your family, friends… Dreams… I’m sure your life is more important than that…” he said and his words made my eyes widened in fear. The meaning behind his words was clear and loud which made me gulp hard, I couldn’t fight the urge to wet my lips. I hurriedly wet my lips in fear and his eyes followed that small action which made my breathing hitch.
“If you want to live… Obey!” He said while glancing at my lips. With a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, I was puzzled over what he meant by that.
“Because I’m goddamn experienced with disobedient people, Miss Mitchell”