I don't want to be in Russia.
Well, I don't want a lot of things but
most of this is out of my control.
This is his room, it smells like his
stupid expensive cologne and
Lavender, which is probably coming
from the candle on his nightstand
I don't know what to do, he probably
has some sick plans that involve sex,
that's the only reason I would be in his bedroom. I won't stay still this time.
I know there is a gun in the nightstand
drawer on this side of the bed.
I can't decide if I should just go ahead
and get it out, he might've taken it out
when he put me in here.
Aleksander usually thinks things
through, which has
been the biggest problem I have.
This bed is so comfortable though,
I almost don't want to
get up, but I need to get out of here,
it might not be too difficult,
if I'm lucky he'll underestimate me
and I will be on the next plane out.
Sleeping definitely helped, even though
I didn't want to fall asleep
on his plane, it happened; although
it's probably for the better, now I have
more energy so I can get out of here.
For some reason I'm not uncomfortable
in here, I don't believe it has anything
to do with him, I think it's because
I finally saw him, and it wasn't that bad.
He doesn't scare me, his mafia is
a different story, they don't
like me, which isn't surprising but
they could convince him
to torture me in inhumane ways,
like listening to him speak.
His bedroom door opens,
revealing the devil himself,
unbuttoning his shirt.
That has blood all over it...
My heart starts to race and I realize
I need to get the gun now,
I open the drawer and pull
it out swiftly, I point to where he was
but he's gone.
I get out of bed quickly and instantly
get dizzy because of this stupid injury.
I slowly walk toward the bathroom, assuming he went in there; the only
other place is the closet, Now
that I think of it that's more likely;
But I'm already next to the bathroom
so I might as well check in here first.
I slowly put my head around the corner
and look around. I carefully
move the gun where my eyes sight goes.
"Who are you looking for?" I hear
him whisper right beside my ear,
I turn around and react very quickly,
but so does he. I shoot the gun. He
moves the gun before it fires making
the bullet hit the dresser mirror.
The glass shatters, falling onto the
floor and dresser. He quickly grabs
the gun out of my hand "Are you okay?"
Is he being serious? I was the one
who tried to shoot him, why won't
he act rude or cruel, I nod
and stare at him with wide eyes.
"Stay here." He says, walking out of
the room with the gun.
Normally I wouldn't listen to him but
I'm too confused and in shock to move.
He comes back with two
people who start cleaning the mess.
I take a few steps back but he stops me
by touching my lower back, I shiver
at the contact and move his hand away.
He gives me a look before grabbing my
hand and pulling me out of the bedroom.
"What's wrong?" He questions
with concern, stopping in the hallway.
Everything is so wrong right now.
I was one of the things that is
so wrong, seeing him in front
of me, talking to me, touching me.
I'm completely unprepared,
but I can't show it.
I scoff and try to walk down the
hallways toward the staircase,
I expect him to stop me but he doesn't
he follows me like a dog on a leash.
"Why are you mad at me?" I don't
respond, he knows what he did and
I'm not dealing with this repulsive act.
He grabs my wrist and my waist,
turning me around to face him,
I try to pull away but it's useless.
I narrow my eyes and glare at him.
His stare has such an intensity that
it's almost impossible to pretend it
does not affect me.
"I'm not mad," I tell him "I just hate
you more than anyone else right now"
he nods and doesn't show
any sign of care in his complexion.
He's waiting for me to say more, but
what I said already sums it up; I try
to pull my wrist away and this time
he lets me go. "You've hated me before"
That's true and I made the stupid
decision of loving him,
we all know how that turned out.
He smiles and looks at my lips
"-and you ended up in love with me"
I fake a laugh and roll my eyes
"I won't make that mistake again."
He ignores what I said and says
something so stupid that it
makes me want to hit him again
"You can love me again,"
I glare at his stupid smile.
This is so stupid, why can't
he find someone else to annoy?
I'm sure plenty of people would
be willing to have sex or even
marry him. Speaking of marriage,
am I legally dead?
and Hannah told me something about Aleksander telling Gabriel, we are
legally married, I hope he was lying.
He probably won't be honest if I
asked him, so I'm not going to.
I pull my gaze away from his
p̶e̶r̶f̶e̶c̶t̶ p̶r̶e̶t̶t̶y̶ stupid eyes and
toward the staircase.
Should I walk downstairs and make
a run for the exit? The elevator doors probably wouldn't close in time,
I guess I could try to sneak out
at night, that should be the
best time, Although I'm assuming
it's morning so I don't know
if I can stand him for that long.
He has to work eventually, maybe
he'll leave. Wait, he probably came
back from "work" aka
torturing people, that would explain
the blood on his shirt.
I can't think of a better explanation,
he didn't have any injuries
that I know of. He came back out of
the closet with his shirt on so I didn't
see anything.
Well, I should at least go downstairs,
I could figure out if anything
will be in my way, besides the idiot
standing way too close to me.
I feel his head get closer to mine while
he whispers "What are we watching?"
I slowly turn my head, keeping a glare
in my eyes. I'm a little taken aback by
how close our faces are
and, of course, he notices and smiles.
"Leave me alone." he tilts his head
and looks back to the staircase; I start
walking toward it, with him following.
Everything looks normal so far, some
of the furniture is gone and so are the paintings. The kitchen is very clean, although I've never seen him use it, he's
always eating at work or with his family,
But rarely at his apartment.
I pull open the fridge and grab a
water bottle, I feel him
looking at me, he won't
stop watching me...it's so creepy,
That mocking smile won't leave
his face. I lean against the bar
top and look into the living room.
"Where did the coffee table go?"
His eyes go cold for a second then he
goes back to normal "I threw it out"
That's not very descriptive but I don't
care enough to ask more "Do you have
to go to work?" his eyebrows
furrow while he glances at the stove
"It's five in the afternoon." so I only
have a few hours before I can leave.
I shrug and drink some of the water,
looking around aimlessly; if I'm being honest I'm looking anywhere but him,
and I can feel how much he hates it.
He says my name, twice,
and I don't respond once.
Giving him no reaction is the best one,
it makes him mad and me happier.
But when he touches me, like he's doing
right now, it's impossible not to react.
His fingers brush my waist,
I move back into him and turn around
"Sweetheart, I need you to talk to me"
I paste a pretty smile on my face and
play pretend "About?" he runs his hand
up my back, while keeping eye contact.
I make sure not to react, I will pretend
I like him but I'm not going
to let him think his touch has any effect
on me, even though the butterflies in my stomach wholly disagree.
He moves my hair over my shoulder
and says "I need to know
what happened to you, after I left you
in that room; I need you to tell me everything that's happened to you."
I lose control of my anger
and push him away.
He's being cruel again, I wanted
him to be more physical so
I would have a good excuse to shoot
him or punch him, but he's
playing innocent and I can't stand it.
Hearing about that day just reminds
me of how I felt and what I saw.
I thought they were my friends
and I thought I was going to die,
he knows that, and he doesn't care.
I grab the water bottle off the
counter and swiftly walk out
of the room, I hear him ask
"Why are you upset with me?"
He grabs my arm but I push it away,
and run up the staircase.
I'm just going to go into the guest
bedroom, I still remember that it's
across from his, it was my first room
here so technically it's mine.
"Stop running from me," he's walking,
not even trying to catch me. It makes
sense, the only exit is the elevator
so I basically just trapped myself.
Someone is answering the prayers
I don't say because my door opens
and has a lock on it.
I slam it shut and lock it.
He knocks on the door while laughing
"Is this really how we're going to deal
with this? This is ridiculous,
open the door." he started speaking
softly but his tone got
more aggressive with the last demand.
I back up, having no intentions of
opening the door, he could pick the
lock if he wanted to, which he does
so I run back up and hold the lock.
"Marceline, Are you going to open
this door or do I have to?" I dig my
nails into the palm of my hand, trying
to distract myself from this situation.
He's six foot five, his body is completely muscle, with quick reflexes,
he can break open this door in a minute.
I don't have a good chance of beating
him, but I will put up a fight; it
might not be great but I'll try my best.
"Please don't do this to me,"
he whispers, laying something
against the door.
I put my hand over my mouth
to hide my heavy breathing.
I hear him sigh and walk away.
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The demon has come back multiple
times, offering me different
things like; cars, money, houses,
jewelry, stores, etc; none of
it's getting me out of this room.
When he was offering money he went
up fifty thousand if I didn't respond,
Then he got to the millions and said
he "realized" that his money is mine
and it was pointless
to offer me something I already have.
I didn't argue even though
he was and still is very wrong.
I've stayed silent these past few
hours, laying against this door,
listening to everything; sometimes
I think he's about to walk up to the
door, but then he turns
around and goes down the staircase
He comes up randomly, I count but it is
always a different time than the last,
this one is the longest, I think I heard
Xavier's name about twenty minutes
ago, so he's either on the phone or here.
Wait...I hear foot steps, and he comes
closer to the door and knocks again
"I understand you want to be alone,
or at least that's what I've been told-"
let me guess, his boyfriend told him
that "-But this is yours, a nurse told me
they took it off you when you got to the hospital, it's only things you had on."
Now I'm curious, I'm tempted
but I don't want to risk anything.
"They said they threw out a few
things-" shit, I don't care anymore
I'm opening the door.
His eyes widen when he sees me,
I quickly grab the plastic bag out of
his hand and walk toward the bed.
I unzip it and pour out everything.
A coat falls out but makes an odd
clinking noise, I lift it up and see the
sage green pocket knife I had on me.
I examine the blade,
making sure it isn't damaged
"Is that the one I gave you?" he asks,
keeping a few feet between us which
I'm appreciative of; I nod my head
and watch a big smile grow on his face.
I pick up the next thing, a small black
strap that was tied onto my
upper thigh, I toss it to the side and see
the ring shine in the warm light coming from the lamp on my nightstand.
Even though he sees it, I pretend he
didn't, I put it in my pocket and grab
the empty plastic bag "You kept it?"
Obviously.
I hand him the plastic bag and walk
out of the room "You should
wear it," that's funny of him, has he
been listening?
All my clothes are still in his closet,
and if I'm going to leave tonight I need better clothes, I don't even know how
I got these on, hopefully I put them on.
I'm in basic black jeans and a black
sweater. If I can't get different clothes
thenI'm at least going to get boots.
"How long will you be ignoring me?"
I glance at him, giving him a few
seconds of acknowledgment
so he'll stop complaining.
He follows me into the closet,
watching every move I make.
At this point, he's just a stalker.
"You have to talk to-" I pull off the
black sweater leaving the top of my
body naked. I grab a thick black hoodie
and pull it over my head. I glance over
at him and almost laugh at his reaction.
It's nothing he hasn't seen before
but he's acting like he's never seen
a naked woman and it's hilarious.
"I meant- well—" He clears his throat
"you can't avoid talking to me forever."
I grab a pair of boots off a shelf
and walk past him
"This isn't going to fix anything."
He tells me in a know-it-all voice
I stop in the hallway and turn around
to face him "Maybe I don't want to fix
anything between us, talking won't
do what you think it will, so let it go."
He parts his lips to speak—more like
argue—but a loud noise sounds from
downstairs, not like a gunshot or glass breaking, I think it was only something
falling on the floor...
But judging by his next actions
he doesn't believe that, also
proving his security is terrible.
He pulls me behind him and says
"Stay here, Do not go downstairs."
Why does he think I listen to him?
I watch him grab the gun and turn
off the safety, he quietly walks down
the hall and then the staircase;
I wait a few seconds before following
behind him. I look around the corner
and see him walking into the kitchen,
looking around with his gun up.
This gives me the perfect opportunity
to leave this place, I slowly make my
way to the living room, making sure
he doesn't hear me while he searches
for the origin of the noise.
I press the elevator button and the
doors open automatically. I look
around the apartment to make sure
he isn't near before turning to walk
into the elevator "Hey, Marceline"
I put a fake smile on my face,
hoping I don't look too surprised
by his sudden appearance "Xavier,"
He lets me past him but holds
confusion in his features
"Where are you going?" I press the
first-floor button and make up an
excuse to go downstairs "Mail," is
the first logical thing I come up with.
Xavier nods and gives me an odd
smile "Uhuh, Have fun" I watch
him laugh at me but before I could
ask him why the elevator doors close.
I'm doing it, this is the only way out,
there is no staircase connected
to his apartment, and he can't
get down here if I'm using the elevator; well, not fast enough.
It takes a minute but the elevator
doors open, revealing the lobby,
the lady at the desk offers a warm
smile and looks down at her paper.
This is so easy, I forgot how simple
this shit is. I walk toward
the door but a man standing next to
it grabs my arm
"Sorry Mrs. Petrov, I can't let you
leave the building." I have to admit
I didn't expect that
"Wrong person, I'm a Hendrix" I flash
a bitchy smile "—and I'm allowed to
leave." the man keeps a blank face,
not believing a word I said
He looks at the front desk lady
so I try to make my escape while
he's distracted; it doesn't work.
The man grabs my arm—and with impressive strength—pulls me away
from the lobby doors. Before
I could fight back I hear Aleksander
"Runaway," He shouts "Get your
pretty little ass over here. Now."
I almost laugh but I have to admit,
his tone of voice sends a shiver down
my spine. Still, that's not happening.
I cross my arms and watch him stare
at me beside the elevator, he narrows
his eyes and glares before saying "Fine."
He walks over and wastes no time
trying to talk—only took him a few
hours to learn that—He throws me
over his shoulder, hitting my ass before
walking into the annoying elevator.
The doors shut so he sits me down
"Was that fun for you, do you get
pleasure out of running away?"
I nod my head and sarcastically say
"Yes, I love it so so much." He nods
and looks straight ahead, with a new
smirk on his face—he says "Clearly"
I scoff and wait for the doors to open
"You need to eat something," I roll
my eyes at his stupid little act, it's not
going to fool me, what is he not
getting about that? "No, I'm not-"
He cuts me off "You eat and I will
leave you alone for the rest
of the night." okay, that's not much
time but it's something.
The elevator doors open "Fine."
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