Caged By Him

Chapter 3: Arrival

Aurora's POV:

Fluterring my eyes open, I feel a banging headache and a weird sensation in my body. I feel exhausted.

What happened last night?

Propping myself on my elbows, my eyes circle the room. This is not my room.

WHERE THE HELL AM I?

Suddenly, everything came back to me. I was kidn*pped. They put me in a car.

As panic takes over me, I rush to the door, attempting to open it but failing miserably. Not knowing what to do, I start banging it with my hands.

"HELP, PLE-PLEAASE HELP MEEE!!!!" I yell at the top of my lungs, my voice cracking as I start crying.

I continue to bang on the wooden door, my hands throbbing. "HELLOO?? PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!" I plead but no one hears me. I have to get out of here.

I rush over to the window but it won't budge. I pace around the room looking for an exit. After a while of searching, I find nothing. It's hopeless. I crumple on the floor hugging my knees, all while crying my eyes out. I don't know what's going to happen to me. I eventually pass out from the crying.

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"Aurora, can you hear me?" I hear a husky voice laced in worry calling me. I open my eyes and a man in a suit hovers over me, gently cupping my cheek.

My first instinct is to back away from him. I get up and push myself against the nearest wall there is. I widen my eyes and it's him. The man at the restaurant yesterday.

"It's okay, angel. I'm not going to hurt you." He coos.

What does he want from me?

"P-please, please let me go home." I beg. I'm sobbing even harder now. I really don't feel safe.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, love." He states.

What is he talking about? 

"Now, come on. You need food." He adds.

"No, please. I just want to go home. Please, let me go home." I plead, crying incontrolably. "I'll give you anything just let me go."

"I don't want anything from you, Aurora." He says, his voice so deep."I only want you." He smirks.

"Wh-what?" I question, my eyes widen. What does he want with me?

"I believe we haven't properly met. I'm Tristan, Tristan Black."

His name sounds familiar. Oh god, of course. It's the Mafia. It's him. HE'S THEIR LEADER! I feel my body tremble with fear. Is he going to kill me?

"Pl-please, don't kill me. I didn't do anything."

He simply chuckles as I sniffle. Looking at him with fear in my eyes.

"I already said I'm not going to hurt you. You live here now."

What?

"Wh-what? N-noo. I-I don't. I want to go back to my appartment." I demand, slightly nervous about his response.

He c***s a brow. "You can forget about that. This is where you live now. With me."

This can't be happening.

"NOO!! You can't do this to me. I won't stay here. You can not keep me here. It's illegal."

"I don't exactly abide by the rules, sweetheart. Now, let's go." He spits, that playful look he had suddenly vanishing.

"N-no, you can't do this to me. Please, don't keep me here. I've done nothing wrong." I cry out. Does he seriously expect me to stay here? This is insane.

"I got to say, I wasn't expecting you to be this stubborn. I will not take this lightly, Aurora. You're going to have to learn to behave yourself." He folds his arms to his chest and starts approaching me. I try to get away but he grips my waist and pins me against the wall. Nuzzling his head in my neck as he does so. I squirm in his hold but his grip tightens. I shut my eyes closed, breathing heavily. Scared of what might happen next.

"You're so soft, darling." He mutters, caressing my neck and working his way down to my collar bone. I feel tingles all over as he inhales my scent.

"P-please." Was all I can get out. I was petrified. For all I know he can kill me.

"Shhh, don't talk. I've waited too long for this." He whispers against my skin. His hand sliding down to grab my butt and gives it a light squeeze. I let out a gasp. I can not let him touch me. He kidn*pped me and I'm going to get away from him.

"Stop, please stop." I try to slap his hands away but he won't budge. I cry out even more. After a moment, I feel him slowly releasing me.

"Shhh, don't cry, love. I promise your life will be great here. I'll take care of you." He hushes as his hand glides up and gently strokes my hair, moving it from my face.

I will not be staying here.

"I- I don't want that. Pl-please, let me go." I stutter in a whisper. I doubt he even heard me.

I glance up to him, his eyes turning dark. He digs his nails into my skin as I yelp. 

"I will not tolerate you resisting me, Aurora. You're f*****g mine, you're going to behave. Unless, you want me to bend you over my knee and whip you into shape." He threatens and I gulp, my heart vigorously beating against my chest.

"Here's what's going to happen. You're going to change into something more comfortable, and you'll come downstairs for breakfast. Clothes are in the closet. Am I making myself clear?" He adds. I can feel him getting angry. I really don't want him to hit me though so I guess I have no choice but to do as told.

I shyly nod at him. He smirks to that.

"Words, love. What are you going to do?" He asks, satisfied with my submission.

"I-I'm going to change, a-and come down..and come downstairs." I reply. I'm getting very nervous and scared. Someone please help me.

"Hmm, good girl. You're starting to learn. I'm quite impressed. Hurry up, I'll be downstairs." With that being said, he strides out, closing the door and leaving me alone with my thoughts. What am I going to do? This man obviously has some weird fetish for me and I don't want him to hurt me. THINK, AURORA. THINK!!!

Taking a deep breath, I head over to the closet. I'm going to do what he says for now. Once I go downstairs, I'll run for it. 

I open the closet and wow. There's all sorts of clothes in here. They're my size too. This is so creepy.

Slowly stripping out of my clothes, tears still

wetting my face, I fling my skirt over the canape and then carry on with removing my shirt. I suddently hear a thump against the carpet. I turn around and my face lights up. They forgot to take my phone. I can call the cops and get out of here. Bending down, I grab it and dial 911, impatiently waiting for an answer. Please answer, please.

"WHAT THE f**k ARE YOU DOING?" I immediately snap my head back and my eyes land on him, Tristan, red with rage. Nostrils flaring, hands fisted, veins popping out on his forehead.

He's going to cut me into teeny weeny pieces.

I drop the phone as he takes long steps towards me. Realizing I'm only in my bra and panties. I attempt to cover myself with my hands as I back away. He's fast to grip my wrist and pull me to him. That's going to leave a bruise.

"f*****g ANSWER ME. WHAT WERE YOU DOING?" He shouts in my face and I flinch, my face scrunching up as I feel tears brimming my eyes. I can't cry again.

"P-please. I didn't do anything." I tremble as I back away from him.

He's quick to grab my wrist and tightly tug on it. Twisting it behind my back. I whimper in pain.

"YOU WERE GOING TO CALL THE f*****g COPS? DO YOU REALIZE THE CONSEQUENCES OF THIS ACTION, AURORA?" He screams at me, backing me up against the closet mirror. The coldness making me shiver.

I stay silent. The sound of my cries echoing through the room.

"f*****g ANSWER ME!!"

"Pl-please, I-I'm sorry." I beg, trying to get away from his grip but that only makes him hold me tighter. It hurts.

"I'M SO f*****g CLOSE TO BENDING YOU OVER MY KNEE AND BRUISING YOU. WHY CAN'T YOU f*****g UNDERSTAND?" He slams his fist into the wall. I jump from the impact. "WHY CAN'T YOU f*****g UNDERSTAND THAT YOU'RE NOT LEAVING? IF YOU EVER PULL A STUNT LIKE THAT AGAIN I'LL MAKE SURE YOU REGRET IT." He spits in rage. His voice thick and husky. I'm scared.

"DON'T YOU f*****g DARE DISRESPECT ME. YOU'RE GOING TO LEARN TO OBEY. I'M NOT LETTING YOU LEAVE. AND ESCAPING IS NOT AN OPTION, YOU HEAR ME?" He questions as he looks over my face. I glance over to his arm. His rolled up sleeve revealing his popping veins. He really is angry. I don't know what I did. I just want to go home.

"I WILL NOT TOLERATE YOU MISBEHAVING, AURORA. YOU'RE MINE NOW. GET THAT INSIDE THAT HEAD OF YOURS. AM I BEING CLEAR?" He asks me, lifting his other hand and holding my jaw.

How did I get roped into this?

Tears streaming down my face, he catches them with his fingers.

"Stop crying and answer me." He demands.

I sniffle before lowering my head ad nodding submissively. He hums to that. Clearly satisfied with my answer.

"Hmm, good, baby you're starting to learn. I promise I won't hurt you." He coos as I feel him release my wrist. I whimper as I feel it paining.

Right. What was he saying? 'I wOn'T hUrT yOu.' Please, my wrist is bruised.

"You're going to love it here. Just don't test my patience nor give me a reason to loose my temper." He threateans, his one hand cupping my cheek and his other on my waist. "Now, go change and come downstairs. You'll meet everyone properly." 

He adds before he lets go of me and walks out of the room. Leaving me alone with my misery.

"Oh, and Aurora?" He utters, standing at the door.

"Y-yes?" I reply. He scares me so I might as well not get on his bad side.

"No funny business." He warns before striding out, slamming the door.

I slide down the closet door and sit on the floor, crying heavily.

I hope this is just a bad nightmare that I wake up from. But sadly it's not. My life is ruined and I am doomed to live here. He won't let me escape. I know he won't. And I don't want to be hurt. I have a very low threashold for pain. Even though I never lived a luxurious perfect life, I was content and happy. I miss the restaurant, I miss Stella. I miss my mom.

I dry my tears and lift my weak body from the floor. I feel like I might faint from dehydration.

I take my time to pick out an outfit. There's so much to choose from. Curse my indecisive self.

Just pick something, Aurora.

I finally settle on a knee length white floral dress that complimented my skin tone. Honestly, I didn't care what I wear. Just so long as I get out of this place. I slip on some peach coloured flats and I get out of the room.

WOAH.

This place is huge and judging from the designs, very expensive. I spot two men standing in front of a door, guarding it, dressed in suits.

What is this place?

I'm terrified of what might happen to me. Tristan is obviously dangerous and this place is well guarded.

Tucking my hair behind my ear, I fidget with my fingers as I pace around the hall. I end up finding the stairs and I make my way down, sliding my hand down the stair rail.

Reaching the bottom stair, I let go of the rail and walk down the vast corridor. I'm getting dizzy as I don't know where to go. I guess I'll just stand here till someone finds me.

Besides, I'm tired.

A few minutes of standing there and admiring the design of this place, a tall man dressed in a white dress suit and black navy slacks strides in and eyes me up and down. He's very good looking with his fawn hair and green eyes.

"Miss Shaw?" He questions and I nod.

"I'm Elijah. Tristan's second in command. Pleasure to meet you." He states and I smile lightly at him.

"Boss is requesting you. Right this way." He extends his arm and I walk in front of him to what looks like a kitchen. It's bigger than my appartment.

My eyes circle around the room and land on the kitchen marble counter where a woman, dressed in a maid outfit and setting a food-filled tray on the counter, stood. Tristan was sat with his attention on his laptop and there was another man. I don't know who he is but he looked angry. I rub up and down my arm waiting for them to notice me.

"Boss?" Elijah breaks the silence and Tristan flicks his eyes up from his laptop and stares at me, smirking.

"Love, come sit." He pats the stool next to him and I lower my head and walk over to him.

I sit next to him and he's quick to place his rough hand on my thigh, causing me to glance up at him.

"You look ravishing in that dress, darling." He compliments. His lustful eyes make me blush under his gaze.

"T-thank you." I reply.

I don't like this. Get me out.

"Why don't you eat and we'll talk, yes?" He suggests. Sliding the tray and placing it in front of me. I nod and grab the fork.

"Ah, I forgot. This is Ryder, one of my men." Tristan introduces and I nod and smile lightly at Ryder.

"Pleasure to meet you, miss." He replies.

"And this is Claire, one of the maids. Don't hesitate to come to her if you need anything." Tristan adds, now rubbing circles on my thigh, making me rather uncomfortable.

"It's nice to meet you, miss." She greets. She has short black hair and a tan complexion. She's really pretty.

"Nice to meet you too. Please, call me Aurora." To that, her smile widens.

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After finishing eating. I place my hands between my thighs. The food was divine. Tristan, noticing I'm done, stands up. He adjusts his suit jacket before taking a hold of my hand and dragging me out the kitchen. He's so tall and muscular.

He walks me over to a mahogany door and he pushes it open, dragging me in before closing it. I glance around to see a glass table surrounded by black leather sofas.

What is he going to do?

He motions me to sit, to which I obey. He locks the door and takes long strides towards me. Building up so much tension.

"Let's talk, love." He smirks as he sits down and crosses his legs.

I swallow and look down at my lap.

What does he have in mind?