MELISA

Every time he touched me like that, my body responded before my mind could catch up. I hated that. Hated how easy it was for him to get under my skin, to make me react.

What the hell was wrong with me?

He was a kidnapper. A man with obsession in his eyes and control in every move. And yet, here I was - confused, cornered, and caught between fear and something I couldn't even name.

"Can I touch you like this, Melisa?" he asked, his voice low, almost careful.

His hand slid down to my thigh, slow and firm, fingers pressing against the silk of my dress. I flinched slightly, not out of fear, but because of how my body responded. His other hand moved to my waist, pulling me closer until my body was pressed against his. I could feel the heat of him, every breath between us growing heavier.

"Sebastian..." My voice cracked. It was barely a protest.

He leaned closer, his mouth near my ear. "You want me to beg, Melisa?" he said in that husky, deliberate tone he used when he wanted control.

I didn't answer. I didn't know how to. Every signal in my body was crossed - panic, anger, heat, shame. And he knew it.

His hand dropped lower, gripping the curve of my backside. I slapped his hand away, my voice shaking. "Stop. I'm not a child, and I don't need to be punished." He just laughed under his breath, not even hiding the amusement in his voice. "Oh baby, you're mistaken. I have every reason to punish you right now."

"I'm not your baby," I snapped. "You don't own me." His expression darkened. There was that look again, dangerous, possessive, like I was something that belonged to him. But what he didn't realize was that I wasn't going to keep playing by his rules.

Not anymore.

"Really, baby girl? Kneel. Right now, Melisa."

His voice was firm. Calm. Dangerous.

I froze. Something in his tone made it hard to think, even harder to breathe. Why did my body react to him like this? Every time he gave a command, it was like a switch flipped in me, like some part of me wanted to obey just to see what would happen next. It didn't make sense. I hated him. I feared him. He took me, controlled me. And yet... Here I was, burning with something I didn't even want to name. His words echoed in my mind, twisting around thoughts I didn't want to have. Thoughts I couldn't stop.

What's wrong with me?

Why was I even thinking about touching him? About feeling him? My stomach flipped just imagining it, and I hated myself for it.

He's your kidnapper. This isn't normal. This isn't okay.

But the more I tried to convince myself, the more I felt the pull of him. I didn't move. I didn't kneel. But I didn't run either. And that terrified me more than anything else. I looked at him, his aura and his presence made me want to see him. God, his muscular figure, his arms that are so hairy but not much his veins on it too makes me God.

Melisa, what's going on with you!

"Oh, look at you," he murmured, stepping closer, his voice dipped in something dangerous and dark. "So small. So damn beautiful." My breath caught.

His eyes raked over me like he owned me - slow, burning, deliberate. I held his gaze, refusing to look away even though everything inside me screamed that I should. I wasn't afraid. Not really. At least, that's what I told myself. But my lips trembled anyway. God, I hated that he noticed. I could see it in his smirk, the way it twisted like he was barely holding himself together.

"I wonder," he continued, and his voice was silk laced with poison, "how much of me you could take, baby girl." A jolt of heat coiled low in my stomach. No. No, no, no. I shouldn't feel this. I shouldn't want this. But I was frozen. My body wouldn't move.

I didn't know if I should run - or if I even could. That hesitation felt like betrayal. My heart pounded too loud. My skin prickled like it already knew what it was like to be touched by him.

He stepped closer.

His breath ghosted against my ear, and I swear I stopped breathing altogether. "You don't know what you do to me, Melisa," he whispered. "You have no idea how much I want you."

I didn't say a word. I couldn't. My throat had closed up, my mind swimming in too many feelings I didn't want to name. Fear, yes. But not just that.

There was heat. There was longing. And worse - there was curiosity.

It terrified me. I clenched my jaw, trying to hang on to something - anything - that would make me feel like I still had control.

Then he pulled away. Like a tide suddenly receding, leaving me breathless and cold in the absence of his nearness.

"One day," he said, soft and cruel all at once, "you'll beg for me." I wanted to slap him. I wanted to scream. But I just stood there, burning from the inside out, hating him and hating myself more for wondering what it would feel like to stop fighting. My jaw tightened. My eyes locked with his fury brimming - but underneath it... there was something else. Something I wasn't ready to admit.

He turned his back to me. And yet... even as he walked away, I still felt him like a shadow pressed to my skin.

I hated him.

I hated how much I wanted him. And that scared me more than anything else. One day, Melisa. You'll stop fighting. And you'll want this as much as I do.

I can hear his moan and beg. His length and size I couldn't even fit in my mouth, stroking it and loving seeing him like this. I couldn't believe he is so hot when he moans; it makes my ears listen as if to a song. "God, Melisa, fuck! My fucking slut!" He keeps moving my head, thrusting in and out.

I couldn't breathe; his pre-cum gathered in my mouth, and he is making me wet. What is wrong with me? I don't know what I should do! But I love this, I want this, I need this.

"Oh, you love it, fucking slut. Yes, that's all fucking yours. I am not done with you yet. Now, wait for my cum. I want you to swallow every drop of it." He grabbed my hair, and holding it, pounded his length in.

"I waited for this for so long with you, Melisa. You don't know how... I've been craving this with you..." He thrust faster and faster until I gasped for air, gagging on his long and big size. I couldn't imagine if he put it inside of me.

Melisa! That wouldn't happen! Stop being a whore.

He came into my mouth - it was so satisfying. His sweetness, his hot, creamy release filled me completely. I looked up at him as I swallowed every drop, licking the rest from my lips. He slapped me gently, and I met his gaze. He grabbed my chin and kissed me roughly, his hand holding my neck. "I really love you so much. You did a good job, babygirl," he whispered.

"Now get up and we should explore more." He smiled and carried me like a bride. I just looked at him, still wearing his mask. I wanted to reach out and take it off, to finally see the face behind it. But he pulled away, refusing. He stayed distant, and I couldn't help but wonder - why didn't he want to reveal himself to me?

"Don't, Melisa. Let's just go to the carnival," he said.

I wonder what he looks like. Is he ugly? Weird? Why won't he let me see his face? But it doesn't matter - my plan is to escape. I have to learn to fake loving this man, the one who calls me "little bunny" - a nickname I hate. It makes me feel weak. At the carnival, that's when I'll run. I'm sure he'll get distracted, and that place is way more spacious than this museum. But I have to move fast. They can lock the security system at any moment, and once they do, there's no way out. As I am just in the flow from this lunatic man who always adores me.I don't even know what to do with this man. It's like he knows exactly how I'll react - every expression, every movement? even the way my body responds when he touches me.