Chapter 6: He's the Perpetrator

I woke up with itching on my eyelids.

Although it was a bit dazzling at first, I tried to adjust to the light around me. My eyes feel sore. It was a bit difficult to force it to open completely. I tried one more time before my sense of sight could finally be fully open.

I mapped around. Here it feels too warm, soft, and comfortable. Feels like in my room. Feels like home.

At home.

At home.

No.

I'm not at home.

Realizing the situation I was currently facing, I jumped up and sat on this bed. The blanket that covered me fell down to my stomach, revealing the exposed parts of my body that were not covered by any clothes. My breath hitched as I looked down at my neck, wrapped in a purplish red rash. It didn't take me long to realize what marks were over my neck.

My head feels so heavy as I try to remember the flashback that happened the previous day.

Yesterday, I was having lunch with Kimmy. After that, I was walking on the sidewalk and suddenly I was grabbed by three strangers and dragged into this room. Then I was given a drink which I immediately drank without hesitation. Then one guy came in and…

Shit.

Don't tell me that person has...

I rushed to lift myself up, and the thing I feared so much had indeed happened.

Fresh red bloodstains were imprinted on the sheets I had just slept on. I opened my legs, and the pain was so intense I almost screamed. My lower body feels so dirty. The rancid smell of blood and cement wafted through my nostrils. It made my stomach churn realizing what the kidnapper had done.

This must be just a dream. This is impossible. So fucking impossible.

I tried to stand up, and the excruciating pain hit me again. I groaned and moaned softly while holding my aching waist. I've never had sex before. Never knew it would feel like this. I never thought that such a precious thing could quickly be snatched away by someone I didn't know.

I gave up trying to walk towards the door and chose to crumble myself down onto the bed. My whole body ached, and above all, my heart was the part of my body that hurt the most. It's so painful. Tears streamed down my cheeks.

How could he do that to me? Why should I be the victim? Why did I get kidnapped? What do they want?

I looked around the corner of the room. I don't have any clothes. I wonder where the kidnapper dumped my clothes. What will I wear?

I bend my legs, so they cover my chest. I want to make myself small. Become invisible. My only honor has been taken away by someone I don't know. This nightmare is too evil. What did I do wrong?

Is there no one looking for me? Where's Dad? I want to meet him. I want to complain to him about all these barbaric things.

If Dad finds out about this, what will he do? Does he still respect me as his daughter? Or will he get mad at me? This must have had an effect on his respected name as a Governor.

I rubbed my body. Feeling disgusted with my body. I feel useless. There's nothing I can hold on to anymore. That person has crushed me and trampled on my pride.

The door in front of me suddenly opened, startling me, who was crying, and sobbing. A man with a proportional body entered this room. He wasn't fat, but he wasn't skinny either. The man's body was decorated with slightly formed muscles.

He wore a black leather jacket with matching jeans. His leg was wrapped with Timbaland. The man's skin is a bit tan which I assume is the effect of the sun. Her brunette hair looks fluffy. A pair of thick eyebrows framed his face.

In the man's ears, there are two pairs of silver piercings. His nose is sharp with a mole on the tip. He has a symmetrical facial line with a sharp jawline and a jaw that looks hard. He looked cold, except for his pair of eyes which had irises the same color as his hair. Those irises made one side of her look a bit warm.

Unfortunately, no matter how warm it is, I don't care. All I know is that I feel threatened by that person in this room. Coupled with the condition where my body was only wrapped in a thin white blanket tightly attached to me.

The man glanced at me. The figure then walked towards the bathroom at the end of the room and entered it. After a while, he got out of there and walked slowly toward me. I felt the aura around me turn doubly cold and tense.

His aura of dominance felt so strong as his hazel scanned me from top to bottom. His eyes, which initially looked warm, were apparently just an illusion. Those eyes did not emit the slightest friendliness. It made me realize that I was in danger. My hands squeezed the only cloth on my body.

"Don't come any closer," I whispered. I pushed myself closer to the head of the bed.

That person didn't care about me at all. He walked over and sat on the edge of my bed. My body trembled when he was so close to me. I'm scared.

"What do you want?" I asked boldly.

I heard my own voice tremble. I must be strong. I can't look weak in front of this person.

He looked around the bed. His eyes fell on the red stain on the sheets. The expression on his face showed no reaction except for his jaw, which seemed to tighten.

Suddenly a voice startled me. It was the voice from the man's cell phone. He picked up the call.

"Bring it now," he said simply and hung up.

He looked at me again and studied my tear-stained face. For a split second, I realized that this man in front of me was one of the three men who kidnapped me yesterday. He's my kidnapper.

"What do you want?" I asked again in a trembling voice.

There was no answer. The man instead held out his hand towards me. I shuddered and pulled my face away from his hand, five inches to my cheek. He pulled his hand back.

"Calm down," he said. His deep voice sounds very husky. I'd probably like that sound in a non-threatening situation like this. A voice that should bring peace to anyone who hears it.

But not this time. Not to me. The sound made me shiver even more.

"What do you want?" I asked again, half sobbing.

The door swung open. A middle-aged woman in her fifties stepped in with a tray of food and a white plastic bag. The kidnapper glanced at the tray the middle-aged woman was carrying and tilted his head at the small table beside the bed. The woman put it there and left us both in this room.

"You need to shower and eat. In the plastic, there are clothes for you. Take a shower and use it," he explained. It was the longest sentence since he set foot in this room. "I'm sure you must be uncomfortable with your condition right now," he added, glancing at the red stains on the sheets.

I bit my lower lip and held back the tears pouring down. "Why am I here?" I asked, demanding.

The man got up from my bed and walked over to the table. "Don't ask too many questions," he replied.

"Why did you kidnap me?"

He didn't answer me but took the plastic from the table and threw it on the bed.

"Who did this to me?" I asked almost silently.

The man replied lightly, "I did."

So this guy did it. This person took my virginity. This cold bastard who last night forced me to satisfy his lust.

My anger was gathering, boiling, and bubbling as if to explode. The man stood with his arms crossed on his chest. He stared at my face expressionlessly as if his lecherous behavior last night was just bullshit. What an asshole! What did he think he had done?

"You fucking bastard!" I growled.

I grabbed the blanket that wrapped my body and tried to get up close to him. Ignoring the excruciating pain, I raised my right hand to his incredibly annoying haughty face.

A slap landed on his right cheek.

"What do you think you have done? What an asshole! You are fucking heartless! Why would you do it? Why?" I lashed out at him. The bastard was still silent and didn't show any expression.

"You evil! Cruel! What did I do to you?" I punched his shoulder with my right hand while my left hand gripped the blanket. He was silent, but this time he looked away from me.

"Bastard! You fucking mean!" I beat him.

"Stop," he said then.

"How dare you—"

"Stop."

"You think I—"

"Stop!" he snapped. He grabbed my right hand and gripped it before slowly releasing it. His eyes looked at me intently.

It wasn't his yelling that stopped me. Not even the grip of his hand. His aura of dominance made me stop, which made my knees shake violently. The man walked quickly to the door and locked it from the outside, leaving me alone in this cold and unfamiliar place.

For the umpteenth time, I gave up again with tears.