•~Nadia and Xylan~•

Nadia found herself standing in front of a black door, the number '304' printed in a bold golden font. She heard her captor making shuffling noises as he struggled to find the apartment keys inside a flower pot, she turned around and was actually surprised to see him digging in the manure in search for the key.

Nadia had ruled out running as an alternative when her captor had pointed a gun at her because she tried to escape when they stepped down from his van.

Now all she could do was wait patiently for her captor to find the apartment keys as she stood there waiting for him.

He had held her in the elevator as if they were a couple and when the liftman inquired about her, he had informed him that she was his girlfriend. The expression on his face made it clear that she probably wasn't the first girl to be brought here. But she wasn't very sure if the other girls were kidnapped or they volunteered.

Xylan or that was what she presumed his name was, got up and made a move to open the door, stepping behind her and encircling his arms around her waist, trying the knob. His attempt failed miserably and she heard him curse lightly in her ear.

She stood still as she felt scared and for some reason excited and aroused. Arousal at this point in time wasn't appreciated but she couldn't control her hormones for some reason.

After some struggling, he managed to get the lock and not so gracefully pushed her inside the door, she stumbled on her feet and fell face down into the fluffy grey carpet face first and groaned at the pain that invaded her nose.

"Fuck, I am sorry, I didn't mean to push you that hard." He pulled her up by the waist, trying to steady her as she rubbed her nose with her palm, trying to soothe the pain.

"Yeah sure, you didn't." She muttered beneath her breath but he heard her sound and clear and couldn't help but feel guilty about this. He wasn't even sure what he was doing and why he was doing it, she was an innocent.

" I am really sorry, okay. You can go and sit on the couch, I will be there." He knew he couldn't treat her like a worthless whore, no he couldn't. And it wasn't because he was a good person, no, he wasn't, he was far from it, he didn't mind killing, he already had the blood of innocent people on his hands. But that didn't stop the guilt from coming.

It was so good to be the pride of the family but it came with the curse of falling to sleep every night with a feeling of remorse. He didn't remember the last time he had gotten a good night's sleep.

He looked at her as she timidly made her way to the couch and sat there. For once, she followed her command without any protest or resistance and that made him smile for some reason. Although he knew that he had probably scared the girl with the gun. She was a pretty thing, a pretty, innocent thing.

He kicked the door shut with his leg, moving to the couch right in front of her to find her sitting there with her head down, silent tears slipping from her eyes and onto her cheeks.

Was there nothing that could stop his heart from this feeling of self-loathing? He felt like a jerk, his mother didn't raise him this way, he chose his life and now he should accept the consequences.

"Do you need water?" He whispered, staring at her intensely.

"I want to go home." There were millions of emotions reflecting on her face at that moment but the most powerful at that time was courage and helplessness, both strong and simultaneous. He was in awe as her eyes glanced up at him, gorgeous green eyes looking at his dull grey ones with such intensity that he was unable to form a sentence.

He snapped out of the trance and decided to tell her the truth, after all, she had endured, she deserved nothing short of an explanation at the least.

"You know I can't let you go, it's anyway better that you're with me, god knows what they will do to you if you were to go with them or set free. You will have been long dead if I didn't bring you here. Be grateful for what you have because you might lose it the next second little girl."

She looked conflicted, he saw her mouth opening and closing a number of times, she wanted to say something, he wasn't sure what exactly but he chose not to interfere and let her have the time to decide for herself. At the same time, he couldn't stop looking at her lips as they opened and closed, like a fish. They were full and luscious, a faded shade of pink, although a little swollen.

"How long will I be stuck?" She asked finally and he glanced up at her eyes again.

"I don't know really, you were somewhere you weren't supposed to be. And I don't think they will let you go."

"How long is what I'm asking! Give me an answer!" Her aggression was s sudden and unexpected, her little hands grasped the collars of his t-shirt, jerking them, her fiery gaze locked with his.

His smile slipped from his face, he knew better than to treat these people with sympathy and affection, he had been fooled before, she might just attack him the first chance she gets. It will not really matter then whether he wanted to save her or not. He squared his shoulders and grasped both of her wrists in a strict hold.

She shrieked at the sudden pain and fought his hold but his hands were like ironclads, persistent and unwilling to move from her wrists.

"Do not use that tone on me little girl, I am doing you a favor. Always remember that. It's not every day I feel this generous and save some nobody's life, if I am doing it for you, then you better be grateful and mind that tongue of yours when you're under my roof or you might just end up being spanked. Am I clear?" he searched her eyes and when she didn't look up, he jerked her hands so that she landed on top of him.

"Am I clear?" He repeated in a. no-nonsense voice.

"Y-yes." She trembled in his hold and he cursed when he felt her directly on his crotch, the dead had officially arisen for him and it couldn't have been a worse time.

He pushed her away in urgency and she stumbled on the couch, looking at him with surprise and hurt. He didn't wait for her questions before stalking out of the room, hopefully to find a quick release.

"Will this ever get over? Maybe if I behave, if I promise not to tell anyone?" He stopped in his tracks just as he was about to take the last step away from the room, away from her eyes, away from her voice.

He just shook his head, not turning back, and said just one word before leaving the room knowing the intensity of the truth and knowing she will be unable to handle it.

"Never."