Kidnapped

Sheila's Pov.

I rolled around in the trunk for what felt like an eternity before the car braked hard. And I was thrown against the back with a loud bang. Fuck. My head hurts like hell. Idiot. I think he did it on purpose. I was cursing myself, and I heard the doors of the car open and shut, and voices started to speak outside the car.

I was ready to fight for me when they opened the trunk. But I soon realized it would mean nothing. I needed to play, unaware of the whole event. Play confused. Yes, that's probably best.

The trunk opened, and Zion grinned down at me. "All right with you, honey? I drove as calmly as I could." He laughed at his comment.

"Fucking pig!" I thought to myself, and then Zion stretched out over me and pulled me up. He put me down on my feet in front of him and stared down at me. I looked around quickly and noticed that we were at a garage.

"I do not know what you play at, babe. But I do not like it."

He leaned over and inhaled deeply into my ear before whispering.

"I cannot let my property leave the country without asking me first. It wouldn't look good." He kissed my cheek and frowned at me. "You look like shit. You have to fix yourself when you get settled." I'm out of breath. "What do you mean 'settled'?"

I asked the question, and I felt that I was touched once again by the uncertainty. I was hammered by all that had happened in the last twenty-four hours, and I felt slowly cut off from the inside, protecting myself from going down completely. I will not break. No matter what.

I can't break down now; I need to think about Vladi. I need to be strong for him. "You will see soon," Zion answered and lead me through the garage. I took a look behind us, saw his men following us. He pressed the elevator button, and the door opened, and we went inside. We went to the 12th floor. This looked like the top floor because there were only 12 buttons with numbers on them. I stood in front of Zion with his arms around my waist, and he pulled me up close against him. Both his men were standing in silence on our left.

I was so confused with the way everything had gone. I closed my eyes, and the image of Ricky lying on the ground made my stomach turn, and I felt tears burning in my eyes. We came upstairs, and Zion pulled me out of the elevator in front of him, still wrapped in his arms.

We stopped at a door, and Zion found his keys in his left pocket and unlocked them before us. "I got it from here; stay put."

He told his men in a demanding tone of voice and then pushed me inside the door and closed it behind us. I saw him enter a code on a screen next to the door. but I just saw the first two numbers. "Let me show you to your new bedroom, okay?" He extended his arm in a gesture inwards towards the room, and I began to walk in this direction. "To your right now, babe."

I paused and opened the gate to the right. Entering a dark room with black painted walls and a large bed with a black canopy.

A closet was built into the wall and a simple black bedside table on each side of the bed. The bed itself was covered with black bedding, and I saw a window on the wall, with bars in front of it. There was also another door straight ahead.

"Welcome to your new home, honey. There is also a toilet straight ahead with a shower."

I turned to him.

"What is this Zion? I do not understand anything. My brother wanted me to come to visit him in Russia for a couple of days, and you decided to shoot one of his closest men and kidnap me? Do you understand the consequences this will have? "I kept my voice as steady as I could and stretched my back and gave him a severe look. He grabbed my jaw and pushed me against the wall.

"I totally shit on your fucking brother. Let him come; we're ready for him when he does. You are mine now, you bear my mark. Do you understand? Your will lies with me. I fucking own you." He leaned over and kissed my lips lightly. "Go wash." He threw my head out before he freed my jaw. Just before he was about to close the door, he leaned in and stated, -'" Oh, and Sheila. You can try to run, but I will always find you if you manage to do so."

He smirked as he had empathized "if," and then I heard the door lock behind him.

I took a few deep breaths and leaned my head against the wall. I know Vladi would come for me when he heard we're not on the plane and nobody's answering his calls. The question is, when? How long will I have to be in here for? What if it's too late to save my life? "Fuck." I shouted as I thought of Ricky again.

He didn't deserve to die like that.

I stroke away from a tear I felt coming and then shook my head to snap out of it. Focus, Sheila. With a quick look, I began to search through the closet to look for something to wear. I soon realized that all women's clothing was in there, and all of it looked to be in my size. Weird. Like he had planned this.

I entered the bathroom and turned the lights on. A dim yellow light lingered over the room, which gave me a frightening feeling. A toilet and a sink were squeezed into the small space. And there was a slight shower in the other corner. A few shelves with women's products and towels were put up on the walls.

Everything was plain black, and the floor had a dark gray tone. I decided to shower and clean my wound after pulling out the drawer under the sink and found a first aid kit and some compresses. I stripped down naked and got into the shower after turning the water on to wash clean. I whimper when the water pours down over the wound, and I saw blood was still seeping out from parts of it. I let it soak up a bit before I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my hair, and then dried my body with another towel.

I cleaned my face with a lotion from the shelf and then cleaned the wound before putting a compress on it. When I got out to the bedroom again, I saw clothes laying on the bed with a note saying, "Wear This."- Zion.

I looked at the clothes and frowns. "Was he serious about this?" I asked myself and picked up the fabric. Black lingerie, a bra and panties, and a pair of black stay-ups.

I rolled my eyes and laid down on the bed, and sighed. This was some wicked game Zion had me playing now. And these were his rules that I needed to obey.

My eyes spotted something hanging up in the ceiling, and when I narrowed my eyes, I could see that it was a camera. A tiny camera. Of course. Zion was probably watching me right now. That sicko.

I knew I should probably be terrified of being locked up in here with him. I should be scared for my own life. He was a loose cannon. Yet, the only feelings I felt at this point were darkness and emptiness. I pushed away all my other emotions; I buried them deep within, leaving this darkness within me. A survival method I was well familiar with. But I guess I better play his wicked games if I wanted to stay alive for Vladi's sake. And I got back up again and put the damn lingerie on.