Rest Or I Die

(Rachael POV)

His lips were on my neck and I could feel them moving sensually on my neck. I gasped, and my feet dug into the sheets. What was this feeling? But before I could dwell on them, I heard a hoarse voice whispering close to my ear.

"You smell familiar," he whispered.

I bit my lips to stop the sound that threatened to come out. "What are you-" I gasped when his hand moved upwards. It crawled its way from my stomach to my breast and palmed it. The feeling that came with it was unexplainable, and I haven't felt that all through my years on this earth.

He bit my neck, enough to cause a hickey. I was starting to enjoy the feeling when something stopped me. It was my senses, telling me how stupid I was behaving and as if I got back my strength that was lost beneath this strange man, I used it to push him off me, but he wouldn't bulge. Oh! No. There has to be a way, I can't let this happen. I started searching for different alternatives and finally, my instincts came to perform their duty.

"Ouch!" He exclaimed when I kneeled him on his crotch very hard that I could almost feel his pain. His face twitched in pain, but I used the chance to quickly run away from him and from this strange place. I ran to the door and swung it open as I rushed outside with a pounding heart. I kept running through the dim and long hallway. I haven't seen such a hallway throughout my existence nor have I seen any man like that who was so appealing, breathtaking, spellbinding and at the same time, scary to the bones.

His chilling appearance was the main reason I was running so fast and away from him. My feet moved in a fast motion for him to not catch up with me, or I was sure my days would be over.

I finally passed the hallway, down to the stairs. Gosh! I could hardly believe that this was a fucking mansion, I was in a mansion, so surreal.

I reached a big room, or was it the living room? However, I hadn't a second to spare with such thought, and I was deeply grateful that I could reach to the door and pull it open. The sun greeted my eyes with its brightness and I quickly brought my hands to cover my face and save my eyes from it. I removed my hands and tried to adjust to the light, and when I did, I rushed out. The outside looked beautiful with the waterfall in the middle and the garden that surrounded it. I wished I had the time to spare to appreciate the sight before me, but every moment of lateness might cause me my life, and I just couldn't give it up randomly for some sight that pleased my eyes. I kept running, but the place was just damn big. The place was decorated with well trimmed bushes, and they all looked the same. I became confused about where to go because of this, not being able to distinguish between my left or right.

But I kept running aimlessly towards somewhere that I could only conclude or visualize as my safe haven. After running for 30 minutes, I could no longer see the tall building of a mansion behind and that, I believe, was a good sign though I wasn't convinced, but I wanted to believe that. Besides, I have been running for 30 minutes without a break. Speaking of break, I stopped running and placed my hands on my knees to catch my lacking breath. Why do I have to keep running ever since I left the club?

I dragged in a breath and turned my head back to check my surroundings. Now, judging by the look of the place, I was certain that I was at least miles away from that man, and that made me happy. I closed my eyes and breathed in sharply before I continued running again.

Now my mind was set to find my way back to wherever I came from. I didn't even know the location of where they got me from and where I was. This world would definitely see me as a stranger.

After an hour of running, I gave up to rest before I die. I needed to survive if I really wanted to leave this place. I sat there for a minute as I tried to gather everything that happened a while back and how I lost myself for more than a brief seconds under the man who killed my father. Yes, I know I had no proof to my claims, but I could still remember the voice and the deepness of it was unforgettable.

That murderer. I was sure he could barely remember after that day because it's been roughly 5 years since that incident and the room where the event went down was dim, dim enough that I couldn't picture his face, so I doubt he could do the same.

I stood up from the floor and walked hastily because I completely lacked the energy to keep running. I sighed devastatingly with the feeling like I was stuck there, and it was either I go back or die out there, but I didn't know which was better. Furthermore, I paused when I heard footsteps at my left. Who was that? I became eager.

I turned to look and behold, I saw two men walking towards me in their security uniforms, and it gave me hope and relief. Hurried to them immediately.

"Hey, please officer, I need your help," I said, looking behind me. They looked confused and simultaneously turned to look at each other.

"Young lady, who are you and how can we help?" One of them asked.

"I'm… I'm being chased by… No, in fact, I was kidnapped, and I don't know my way back," I said in one breath.

They looked concerned and that really assured me. However, it was only for a brief moment because the next minute their faces changed as they looked behind me and even stranger when they bowed and walked away.

What was that? I asked myself and with a pounding heart and clenched fists, I turned around and to my greatest fear, I saw none other than the man I dreaded to see. He was there standing with his hands in his pockets while he stood there with an amused look and a dark aura around him that gave me the urge to pee on myself. His eyes bored into mine while his lips pressed in a thin line.

Oh my God! How was this possible? Where was I? And what was going on?