Falling For My Captor

5:Emma

For dinner, Nina prepared soup, which, given the cold, sounded fantastic. After spending time outside today, when I came back, I took a long hot bath and thought again about how I ended up here. I don't know how I'm going to get out of this place, but I know I will have to try. Nina had laid out new clothes for me while I was in the bath. This time, a very short and very tight sweater dress in dark green, and with it were thigh-high brown boots.

When I was dressed, I left the room to find Nina.

"Can't I just have some comfortable clothes to wear? I'd rather not walk around the house in a dress and heels. It's not very comfortable." I ask, and it's partly true. I don't want to wear a dress, but it's actually quite comfortable. It's such a soft material. I don't care to be in a dress around Mikael. I want my body to be as covered as possible.

"Mikael asked you to dress up more for tonight. The two of you will be having dinner together," Nina said in answer.

"Why won't you be eating with us?"

"Mikael wants to have quality time getting to know you better." A sick feeling spread into my stomach. I don't want to be alone with Mikael.

Nina comes to my room and collects me for dinner. I try to refuse, but she tells me if I don't come down, Mikael will come and retrieve me himself. I stomp out of my room and make my way to the dining table, where I see Mikael, and I throw myself into the chair across from him. I realize I'm acting like a toddler having a tantrum, but I don't care.

"Good evening, Emma," Mikael said. I can see he finds my tantrum humorous as he tries to stifle a laugh.

Nina came in carrying bowls and placed the soup in front of us. It's not a soup but a lobster bisque, and it is absolutely divine.

"So tell me, my pet, what are some things you enjoy doing that could help you to transition into your life here?" It baffles me that he can ask this as though he cares. He sounds like he truly wants to help me settle in. One thing I'm learning while here, I think, is that even though I've had a couple of small outbursts, I'm logical. I want to escape, but I know it will take planning. I thought about that earlier when I learned that Mikael and I would be having dinner and decided my best chance at leaving here would be having to submit to Mikael. I need him to truly fall for me. I also need home to believe I am falling for him as well. I need him to trust me enough that he can take me with him when he flies out for business. That, I think, is going to be my best chance at freedom.

Mikael and I go back and forth over dinner, asking each other various questions. They are mostly surface-level, but I find myself enjoying his company over dinner. He is very handsome, and I have some morbid fascination with him. I'm terrified of him, yet I want to know more.

When we've finished dinner, he asks me to help him with the dishes, and as I'm cleaning a bowl, he comes behind me and rubs his hand down the outside of my exposed thigh, and my core clenches. He kisses my neck and gently nibbles my ears. My hand shook as I set the bowl down, reaching for the next one.

"These can wait," he says, and I gulp nervously, the hair on my neck rising. This is a natural response when someone is scared or senses danger nearby. It makes sense because Mikael is a dangerous man. He scoops me into his arms and carries me to my room.