Kidnapped By Fate

Chapter Two

Sebastian

Fear makes people predictable. It makes them bend to my wishes and easy to control them but aria is different. She is defiant regardless of her fear and not afraid to talk back even after knowing who I was. That kind of bravery is rare and foolish. But it is also dangerous.

I should have killed her in that alley. Being a witness to a crime I committed was bad, I’ve killed people for less and yet i couldn’t seem to pull the trigger. My father would have ordered me to kill her if he was there and I would have no choice but to obey because that was the code of the Thornes. Witnesses didn’t live long here.

But when she looked at me, there was something in her gaze that made me hesitate to. She had fire in those eyes and captivated me with it. And now she was in my house.

Damon had disappeared leaving me to my thoughts. Thoughts of a certain person I shouldn’t be having to think about. Why didn’t I pull the trigger I asked myself again.

Because she interests me. That alone was obvious. The way she dared to my face with defiance and struggle with me every step of the way was rare. No one dared to even look at me in the face once they knew who I was. She felt out of the ordinary, extraordinary even. And she was worth keeping.

She doesn’t realize it yet but she belongs to me now. Not because she saw too much or because of the Thorne’s code. But because it was impossible to let her go.

A knock came on my door and Damon strolled in with a grin on his face

“Mr ruthless is brooding over a girl “ he teased as he slipped into a chair beside me

My jaw tightened as I glared at him “Don’t”

He grinned wider “Don’t what? This is the first time you’re keeping a witness alive, you’re not living up to your reputation you know?, what would father think?”

“I don’t care what father think” I glared harder at Damon. He knows how to piss me off with his words.

He raised his hand up in surrender while still grinning from ear to ear.

“She’s not just a witness” i said again, unable to stop myself.

Damon stopped laughing and actually looked at me arching his brow “She is what then?”

I didn’t answer at first because the truth wasn’t something I was ready to admit to myself by saying it out loud. But then I leaned back staring straight into Damon’s soul as I said

“She’s mine” Those words coming out cold and absolute. “And anyone who touches her dies”

Damon only chuckled but I knew I meant every word

Aria may hate me, fight me and even try to escape me. But she was in my house now and I never let go of what I claim as mine.

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Aria

The silence hit me as I stood in the middle of the room. Not the soothing kind that comes with the dawning of a new day but this was more suffocating and threatening to crush me.

The room around me was beautiful with high ceilings and a bed that looked like it belonged to a palace rather than a prison. The room was luxury at its peak yet everything screams cage.

Once again, I remember I was trapped and panic surged right through my chest. The survival instincts in me kicked in as I began to grip the golden handle of the door, yanking it as hard I could, banging on it with every strength I could summon.

“Let me out” i screamed still pounding harder on the door

But i couldn’t hear anything. The silence was deafening. Then I slumped to the floor in defeat. I paced through the room looking for loopholes. I was never known to give up on something that easy especially my freedom. But there was none, the room was perfectly crafted in its cruelty. And then my mind betrayed me.

His face surfaced in my thoughts; Sebastian.

The way he looked at me in the alley like I was fragile, the way he wrapped his big hands around my wrist, the way his voice was low and dangerous and the way he called me butterfly.

I knew I shouldn’t be thinking of my captor, I squeezed my eyes shut blocking him out. I hated him, i should hate him but yet something deep down in me felt another emotion rather than hatred. Something i didn’t want to think about. I walked to the mirror and my reflection stared back at me. The woman looking from the reflection wasn’t me, I wasn’t this pale, fragile and broken. The kind that breaks under pressure

“No this isn’t me” i whispered to myself “I am not weak” i said again convincing myself.

Being a journalist, I had been through so much more than to break under Sebastian’s hold. I wasn’t going to let him break me.

I was repeating those words when I heard it. The sound of the lock turning…

I froze but quickly braced myself to face my captor.

But it wasn’t Sebastian. A woman entered dressed in all black and with steps so slow and her slicked back in a way that made her look older than she must be. She held a tray that contained food in her hands. Then she strolled in and dropped the tray on the table without much of a glance at me.

“Eat” She said, her voice emotionless.

Just at that point, my stomach growled in hunger but I forced myself to cross my hands.

“I’m not hungry” I retorted back

Then she really looked at me “Suit yourself, but if you faint, he won’t be pleased “

“He? Sebastian? He already locked me up, what else does he want from me?”

The woman looked like she wanted to say something but swallowed them and without another glance at me, she walked towards the door and she was gone. The silence returned and I stared at the tray. The food smelled good and my stomach growled again in hunger. But i couldn’t give in. My pride was stronger than hunger. I couldn’t give him the satisfaction he wants in keeping me. I pushed the tray of food away untouched.

Then I pulled myself together, looking at the door with a look of determination of escaping. He thought he could keep me here. And make me belong to him. But he’s wrong.

Sebastian Thorne didn’t know me. I don’t give up so easily and I would make him regret ever underestimating me.