Dangerously {English version}

Chapter 3

* Harper pov * 

I had been in that room for some time. I dont heard no sound of movement around the house. This was my time to act. I scan the room and spot a glass cup on top of the small table next to the armchair. I get up from the bed with a little difficulty, and go to him. With my fingertips, I push it to the floor, which breaks in one piece. I bend down, taking the biggest shard I had and tearing the thin rope that held my wrists: I was free. I go to the bedroom door, and see that it is not locked, open it very slowly, and realize that the house was empty. I run down, pass the main door that was also open. I feel the snow on my feet, I run more, but it ended up stumbling and hurting my knee. I get up and look at my knee, which at that moment was bleeding a lot, I don't care much, I needed to run away, we will solve the knee later. I keep running, but I look back to make sure there was no one following me, but unfortunately I am stopped by something, or rather, someone. I look up and see who it was: SM. 

 I feel a shiver run down my spine. He had his arms crossed and looks at me with a sinic smile on his lips: “Are you leaving, Harper? So early?” speaks sarcastically without letting go of the smile. He takes me by the legs and places me on his shoulders as if I were a bag of potatoes, and takes me back to the bedroom, which I now discovered was the attic of the house, throws me on the bed with a certain brutality.

 He sits on the end of the bed and I walk away: “Why don't you let me go? What do you want from me? Cash? s*x slave? Kill me?” I ask nervously “f**k GIRL, YOU DON'T SHUT UP” He screams. He was visibly altered. I slap him in the face without a second thought, and he looks at me seriously. I f****d myself: “You don't know anything about me” I say. He runs his hand over the place where I hit him, and takes his phone out of his pocket “Harper Larson, 17, turns 18 in 5 months, has green eyes, white skin, very white even, brown hair or dark blond, I couldn't decipher still” he says and looks at me for a moment, then turns his attention to his cell phone  “your father is Jacob Larson, the biggest mobster in the world, but you were raised by Carmen, since his mother died in childbirth” at that moment I feel my eyes get hot, and I start to water, my mother, another victim of this criminal world “your favorite book is Diary of a Passion, you are 1,60cm tall and your blood type is O-“ I cringe and look at you scared  “what is it? Do you really think we were going to kidnap someone without even knowing the person's blood type?” he lets out a light sarcastic laugh. He points to a large door that was there in the room and says: “In there are your things, if you want to take a shower” taking me and the eye: “At least you were kind enough to bring my things” I cross my arms, and I walk to the door, and he comes after me  “come on SM! Can't I at least take my shower alone?”  I say putting my hand on his chest, in the failed attempt to make him stop: “In less than 24 hours you did this” says lifting the blouse and showing the place where I had shot, which abdomen my angels, which abdomen. He lowers his shirt  “that” says pointing to the remains of the glass cup that I had broken to try to escape “and this one” says pointing to the place on his face that I had hit. We went into the bathroom. He sits on the lid of the toilet while I rummage through my suitcase looking for clothes to wear. When I go to undress he looked at me: “Since you're going to stay here, you could at least get by right?” I say impatiently. He turns to the side of the door, and I go into the shower.