iii. PARIS: The Captor

"You refuse to eat anything. Tell me, do you plan to starve yourself?" The intimidating man with long raven hair and eyes darker than the pits of hell stared right through her soul as he calmly confronted her.

She didn't look at her captor and instead turned her back against the quite captivating man who scares her like no one else.

"I am asking you a question," steel-like fingers gripped her shoulders, forcing her to face him.

As she faced the immensely terrifying man who kidnapped her a few days ago, she had the opportunity to study his emotionless and yet ever so mesmerizing face.

"Return me or starve me to death, those are your choices," she tried to match the coldness of his disposition and failed, as tears streamed down her face like rain.

"Why are you so stupid?" her captor wiped her tears away, gently, almost apologetically.