Chapter 5
Sanyu pov
I was sore, and shaking, lying on the ground, next to a bin full of my puke. Wearing nothing but Randhir's shirt and boxers. I couldnt quite comprehend the whole scenario yet: I had just gone out last night to have a good time and somehow forget about Kabir and ended up being kidnapped by some psychopath who was keeping here to -what? Pleasure him?
What was I, a s*x-slave now?
If only f*cking Kabir hadnt f*cking cheated on me. I just-
-I would be okay. I wouldnt be a captive to some curly haired hot mental person. F*cking kabir. I was so mad at myself for being in love with him, which ultimately lead me to depression and Vids taking me out and- Wait.
Vids ..! Vidhushi
By now I shouldve called her to tell her all about my fantastic, mind blowing, forget-Kabir s*x, but I hadnt. She would probably grow the urge to call me and when I didnt pick up she would to my flat to look for me and when she didnt find me and nobody knew where I was, she'd know. She'd know that the man she saw me leaving the club last night with had done something to me and would do something to find me. Maybe go to the police or something. She had to know, she was my only hope, I was too scared to try and do anything, not after how randhir hurt me last night. If I could only call her.
Where was my phone anyway? I had to try and at least find that, he had probably taken it from me yesterday when he- I couldnt even think about it. I wouldnt.
I took deep breaths and tried to steady myself, when I stopped sobbing and shaking I stumbled up on my feet, standing straight and glancing around the room I was in for the first time since I had been there. It had a desk with a closed laptop on top, a king sized bed, two night stand tables full with papers and random shit and a door to a bathroom. It didnt have much personal things, like bags or pictures or clothes scattered around, but I still knew it was his.
He had left me alone in his room, with a laptop at my reach and who knows what else. If he took my phone from me it would probably be here. This was my chance.
I started rummaging around, opening drawers but finding nothing of use for me, just random papers that I didnt even bother to look through. Nothing on his desk. I went to his left night stand table and open the first drawer; it just had random things, normal things. It was in the right one where I found exactly what I was looking for: my precious phone. I picked it up to call Vids so she could call for help, I didnt have much time to talk, I had to be quick. When I pressed the red button the screen wouldnt light up. I frowned; it had been full charged when I went out last night and the battery never ran out that fast. I opened the back side and realized the battery was missing, instead there was a small piece of paper with the same handwriting on it that petrified me on the spot, the note read "Nice try, love".
I froze and without even noticing I dropped the phone to the ground. This was a game, he had planned this. The little bas***d wanted me to get my hopes up just to destroy them after.
In the middle of my apprehension I didnt even notice the door being opened. It wasnt until someone cleared his throat that I turned right on my feet to find a smirking Randhir, leaning in the door frame, watching me intently with an amused look. Anger boiling inside of me was taking over the fear of everything.
"Knew you'd bite it" his smile grew even bigger, a smug look on his face.
"Youre a prick" I bit back "I dont even understand this"
"What dont you understand?"
"THIS!" I shouted at him "You kidnapped me. And deny it, we both know its true. You rape me, beat me up, and make me wear your clothes. Act like youre so lovely in front of your mates and then just turn back into a psychopath when were alone. Damn you, Im leaving. Im done with this shit"
I wanted to storm out of the room and get the hell out of there but as I took a few steps, Randhir's face shifted. It went from amusement to seriousness to anger in a flash of a second and then it just went black, emotionless. But he stood straight in the doorway and held his arm up to the other side of it, now leaning a bit forward, towering over me. My anger was quickly fading and the fear was returning to me, but I didnt want to show it, I would not lose.
"I think you dont quite understand whats happening here, love"
"Excuse me?"
"Are you deaf?" His face grew annoyed "Dont interrupt me when Im speaking, yeah?" The tone in his face made it clear that if I did, I would regret it and so from that moment on I should keep my bloody mouth quiet.
"You are now, from this point on, mine. You will do as I say, when I say, without complaining." He smirked "Whatever I want" His eyes were no longer looking at my eyes but wandering up my bare legs "Get it?"
I didnt say anything, words wouldnt form in my throat, they just wouldnt come out.
"Sanyukta", that annoyed face again.
I gulped and nodded.
A half smile formed in his face "Good. Now that were clear on that- As much as I like seeing you wearing my clothes, I like you better without them" He smirked "So go over there" He gestured to the middle of his room "And take it off for me".
"What?" I gasped
"Are we playing the deaf game again? You heard me. Now go there and take it off before I have to do it myself"
I slowly took small, tiny really, steps to the middle of the room. Once there I turned around to look at him. He nodded in a go on gesture and I sighed, slowly taking my shirt off but stopping right before by breasts when as I
remembered I didnt have a bra on.
"Just do it, nothing I havent seen before. Besides, youre gonna need to be naked for what were doing next"
"No, please" I pleaded, scared. "It hurts, please dont-"
"Shh, shh, love" He whispered, taking long strides toward me. He took both my hand in his and away from the hem of his shirt that I was wearing, putting each one of them on either one of his shoulders. He put his hands gently on my waist and looked straight into my eyes. "It doesnt have to hurt. I can make you feel good; I can make you feel loved" He saw the fear in my eyes and sighed, deeply. He took his hands away from my waist and opened his closet, inside was a big audio system, one of those with two big speakers and can hold many cds at once.
He turned it on and the music from the cd that was playing last time he used it filled the room. I recognized it, and I love it. It had always been one of my favorite genres, which absolutely none of my friends shared with me. It was the second thing I noticed that day I had in common with Randhir, the first being the books I saw in his studio earlier.
But I guess psychopaths can like good music and reading too, so it didnt make me fear him any less, all tough the music did calm me a bit. Randhie turned around slowly, going back to me and grabbing my hands to put them around his neck, then he put his on around my waist and started moving us back and forth, to the rhythm of one of my favorite voices in the world.
"I wouldve never taken you as a jazz type of person" I said shyly, maybe if I was sweet he wouldnt hurt me, maybe he would let his guard down and I would be able to convince him to let me go or something. Or maybe I was just dreaming; I was after all listening to this music, it took me to calm places, it always did, and that is exactly why he put it on.
"You dont like it?" He raised an eyebrow.
"I love Edith Piaf and everything about her, including this song; and how Louis Armstrong sings it, his music is in my top ten, I guess" I shrugged
Randhir chuckled "I wouldve never guessed" Then we kept silent swaying to the cool music, until it ended and I was expecting him to let go of me, but when Dream A Little Dream Of Me started playing he just held me slightly closer and kept dancing, maintaining eye contact with me until I completely relaxed, and I started feeling tired so I put my forehead against the right side of his chest and closed my eyes getting lost in the music. He chuckled again, resting his chin on top of my head.
As the third song started to play he spoke.
"See, I told you. You can enjoy this" That instantly took
me out of my haze and back to reality. I was dancing with my rapist, with my kidnapper, what? I froze instantly. "So youre not gonna relax? Babe were doing this either if you want or not. Is it going to be in the good or the bad way?"
I shook my head, untangling my hands from the nape of his neck and pushing him away immediately "No!" I gasped; a look of horror in my eyes.
"So its the bad way?" He sighed, going to the music player and turning it off. Gone with Louis Armstrong was all my calmness and the fear and hysteria returned with the silence.
Randhir took a step forward to me and I backed away instantly, eyes widening in fear, which only made him smile. Sick bas***d.
"Don't touch me you psychopath!" I yelled at him, backing away until the back of my knees hit the bed.
"Psychopath? Babe, you're hurting my feelings!" he put his hands in his heart and used a mocking hurt tone. He was now only a couple steps away from me, smiling. It was that wicked grin that I knew all too well by now, it meant bad. And I hated bad, I was terrorized by it.
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