His Prisoner

Stella slowly opens her eyes. Her eyeballs rolled around the room she was in. She slowly removes her blanket and tries getting up. Stella put pressure on her hands and got up slowly. Her head was aching, she placed her hand on her forehead, sighed...Ahhh.'it hurts.' Her eyes were squinted because of the unbearable pain in her head. She looked in a straight direction. 'Wait...where am I?' AHHH! she was writhing in pain. 'Some lemon might help you.' Stella heard a very familiar voice. With a shock, she stood up and turned around to see the person. With the very first look, the person was identified. 'huh?' she sighed. 'Thank god it's you Christian. I do not remember how the hell I ended up in this foreign place.' She took a deep breath, 'Well... why are you here?' She looked at him all confused, trying to figure out the link between them ending up in this alien's room. 'Calm down.' he got closer. 'This is way too much questioning for the petite head of yours. You may get a brain injury.'he held Stella's shoulder softly. Stella squished her shoulder to shake off his hand. 'Shut up! there's no time to joke.' Stella glared at him. 'I am asking you a very important question.' she said, folding her hands to her chest. 'Can't you just act serious for this while?' Christian smiled at Stella. 'OK, go on.' 'Go on...About what?' Stella asks Christian. 'Your questioning.' He replied. Stella was now irritated by the calmness of Christian. 'Forget it.' she threw her hands up in the air. 'Let's just get out of here.' she tried getting past Christian, but, was caught up by her shoulders between his arms. 'You are going nowhere.' he looked directly in her eyes, making his words very clear. His grip was a bit tight and Stella's hands crumbled towards his chest, creating a distance between both individuals. 'What are you even saying?' Stella was very confused and terrified at the same time. She looked up into his eyes, questioning his behaviour. She was unable to gather his words and interpret the meaning. "I am going nowhere". What's that supposed to mean? 'You heard me right, you are going nowhere.' Christian repeats his sentence while putting pressure on the command he gave. 'You - Are - Going - Nowhere.' What is with the behavior of this guy? thought Stella. Why is he acting so weird? 'Enough with the sarcasm, Christian. It is not helping.' she struggles to get away from his hold. 'Drop your act.' she yells. 'and, start thinking actively about getting out of here.' struggling to break free. 'I think you have a problem with taking me seriously.' said Christian. 'Because I am pretty sure that I made no way out of here....for you.' he pulled her closer, 'Accept it as your fate and quit struggling.' Stella was breathing heavily. Her hands were crushed between them both. She was looking at him all confused. What was he even talking about? 'I brought you here and i get to decide your next moment.' he chuckles 'Which means..... you stay here even if you want or not. got it?' He set her free from his grip, his hands crossed to his broad chest. Christian had a great athletic body and he was very strong. Not just her, but a lot of boys refuse to be enemies of this guy. He was a broad and bearded guy. His beard was very decent and right now he was just having a look at a very precious thing he had brought last night. "Stella," who stood right in front of him, not having a clear idea of whatever she witnessed. Her head was spinning around from the conversation they had. Her situation was pretty unpredictable. This was the guy she knew. He liked her a lot more than a lot, but why he was turning out to be like that was far from her understanding. Why was she there? What did Christian want? And how did she end up in a situation like this? questions climb over the chills of her spine. 'I need to get out of here.' she reminds herself of that, but.....how?