She is the one by Asheslove (mobi reader android TXT) 📖

Slamming the door loudly he left the room...

I quickly got up from the bed and run towards the door. My cheek was burning and the tears which were threatening earlier to fall were free now. I grab the door knob and moved it harshly to open the door but it was locked. 

'Help' 'Somebody help' I shouted and banged on the door loudly. 'Open the door' I cried moving the knob. 'Please open this damn door I am locked here' I screamed my lungs out banging my hand hard on the gate but nothing.

You are in my mansion, in my room, on my bed, you are mine and I am not letting you go, his words echoed in my head.

Stop kidding yourself Elena, it's his place, do you think someone is going to came and help you,  I thought inside my head but I have to try. I wiped my tears and started screaming and banging more loudly for nothing. Now even my hands started to hurt. 

Stop now Elena, no one is coming for your help and you know that so stop wasting your energy I thought and I knew I am right.

 'Please' 'please someone open the door, I want to go back' I said and brust into fit of tears.

I went back to the bed and started weeping loudly grabbing my knees. Earlier I didn't wanted to show any weakness or vulnerability in front of him so I stayed strong but now. Now I can't control my tears anymore I m seriously scared of this man. He slapped me, who is he and how can he kidnape me. What the hell is happening. Tears were flowing furiously from my eyes. I m rubbing my palms on my face to ease the pain from his hard slap, no one treated me like this before. This is all real and I am in Italy, miles away from my place in a different country, this realization and his dangerous dark eyes when he grabbed my neck is making my heart brust in fear.

He wants me, he want to claim me that's why he kidnap me but what does this means. I am not a property to be claimed by someone, I am not a thing,  I am fucking human. I don't want this, I want to go back to my family to my friends. I can't stay here. He himself is a devil. He is a monster behind a handsome face. I can't live here with this monster. 

Suddenly the door opened and I jumped out from the bed quickly. I looked at the door to saw a figure standing there. I wiped my tears away to see clearly. It was a woman. She was quiet preety and looks like in her late twenties. She was wearing a white full sleeve shirt and a black plain skirt matching them with black hilled bellies with a scarf around her neck, her hairs blonde in color. Her eyes meet my swollen bruised cheek.

"Who are you" I asked softly. 

"Hello mam. I'm Darla. Sir sent me here to help you with washing and your cloths" she replied, her eyes not leaving my face. I quickly run towards her and grabbed her hands. 

'Please help me, I am kidnapped by him' i said from my tears. 

'Mam, calm down, everything is fine' she said softly. 

'What?' 

I am fucking kidnapped and instead of helping she is saying me to calm down, anger build inside me and I yelled at her 

'I am telling you that I am kidnapped by him and you are saying everything is fine'. 

'Ma'am I know but you please calm down first and listen to me' 'no one is going to help you here and tell you anything, you can't run away from this place so please calm yourself' she said sincerely.

 'What do you mean by that, Who is he and how long I have been here" I asked because I don't know for how long I was out but I am still wearing the same dress from the party means it's not too long.

"It's been around 8 to 10 hours since you arrived here" she replied politely but didn't gave answer to my first question. 

"Dont call me mam. I am not your fucking mam. I am kidnapped and kept here by your boss against my will and you are saying me to calm down" I shouted in frustration with tears in my eyes but I tried again. 

"Please, help me to get out from this place" I said in requested tone. She looked into my teary eyes and said with all sincerity in her voice politely 

"Believe me, nobody can help you in this".

 At last I got what does she mean, she is right, i am a fool who is thinking that she will help me, she is his maid and this is his place and I am locked by him, why will she help me. 

"Ok where is the washroom" I asked wiping my tears. I should have to think straight, my mind is filled with a lot. She pointed towards the side of the room. I got up from the bed, my face had turned red and was aching. I looked back towards my cloths and she understood my dilemma. 

'This way' she said and walked towards an open space. Its big enough to be a doorway but there was no door. Darla stopped there. When I put the foot inside the space lights automatically turn on illuminating the huge room. It was a walk in the closet, there were male cloths, ties, jackets, coats and shoes, organized everwhere with a lot of drawers. And just like the same on the opposite side, but instead there were women wear, the drawers were full of pajamas, nighties and undergarments. Sweaters, blouses, coats, jeans and many more were hanging with shoes and different types of footwears organized their like a whole boutique. Each and every type of cloths were present there and everything appears to be very expensive and of my size. How did he know my size, but again as he said if he can kidnappe me and bring me miles away without passport then is it a big deal. Did he already decided I will stay here. This man is crazy. I took a simple pair of white undergarments and a loose dress from the closet because most of them were too fancy and walked straight to the bathroom, Darla was still standing there. 

'What happened?' I asked. 'You can leave, I don't need your help' I said softly. 

'I will stay here until you finish' she replied.

 'Thankyou Darla but no need, you can go, and call me Elena and sorry for my behavior earlier' I said with a smile. I feel sorry to her because earlier I snapped at her without any reason, she is just doing her work. She is not the one who kidnapped me and it was also not her fault that I am here.