Sophia’s POV: I need an escape plan.
I am trying to get you on my dick. And I want to fuck your pretty mouth, princess.
Was Ivan Kozlov telling me he wanted me?
That had certainly been implied as he cornered me on the bed, coming closer to me, too close I could feel his body heat. I hadn’t felt fear at that moment. Well, perhaps a little, but not because I thought he’d hurt me. I was afraid of my reaction to him, of how excitement pulsed between my legs with just one look from him. My nipples beaded every time he was in the room with me like they were happy to see him or something.
I didn’t want to run away from him. And that’s fucked up. I mean, I want to leave here and I know I could get harmed-killed-even.
I thought of his hand on my lips, the warmth, and strength of his body as he cuddled me last night after the spanking session.
That had been kind of humiliating but I loved it and I wanted more. I wanted to be drowned in his darkness… and that terrified me. I was so aroused and weak. I didn’t know what to do with myself.
But this is not what I want for myself.
I had good plans for my future, like inheriting my father’s business empire and finding a safe man to marry. One who wasn’t involved in selling drugs, killing, or kidnapping people. One who wouldn’t get gunned down in the street by his enemies.
I wasn’t at all eager for love and married life, but if I was to get involved with a man it should be someone safe and secure for fuck’s sake. I don’t want to be associated with this man. I was a good person, someone who believed in right and wrong.
“Miss, your breakfast is here.”
Mila’s voice startled me, I hadn’t noticed anyone entering the room. “Oh, okay?”
I watched as she set the food tray on the bedside cabinet, and turned to leave. “Wait, could you please stay for a minute?” I pleaded.
She looked like she wanted to protest, probably worried one of the guards would come in and reprimand her.
“Please,” I begged. I desperately need the company of another human, one that’s not a big bad and hot Russian, messing with my head.
“Okay,” she nods.
I patted a spot on the bed next to me, signaling her to sit beside me.
“How are you, Miss?” she asked quietly.
“Oh, please do call me Sophia.” I flash her a warm smile. “And I’m fine, can’t complain, can I?”
I don’t get to see her often, she makes the meals but the guards mostly bring my share to the room and not her. And this was one of the days when she came to my room.
“Okay, Sophia. Is there something you need?” she asks softly.
“Oh, no, not really. I just needed company.” I said calmly while I opened the plate of food that contained grilled chicken drumsticks and wings, boiled rice, and Gochujang sauce.
“Wow, you can prepare Korean dishes? This smells nice, Mila.” I said beaming with a smile.
“Yes dear, I make Asian dishes sometimes. I enjoy cooking, so I try to learn to prepare dishes from across the world,” she said proudly.
“That’s nice, I wish I was an amazing cook like you.”
“I could teach you… but that is not possible,” she said with a sad smile.
Yeah, right. I’m a prisoner here.
“I can’t wait to leave here, I don’t know how you can work for that man,” I said, biting into the deliciously grilled chicken drumstick.
“He’s not a bad employer, but I also know he is not a good man. He’s a mafia boss after all. But he’s good to me.” She shrugged.
“If you say so then. By the way, doesn’t he have any family?”
“His father died when he was seventeen, so I heard. His only family are his mother and two sisters and they don’t live here in Russia. I don’t know much about that.”
“How did his father die? Why does he live away from his family?”
She eyes me warily, “It’s not my story to tell dear, and I don’t know much about this topic.”
“Whatever.” If she doesn’t want to talk about it, I can’t force it out of her.
Just as I took the bottle of orange juice, gulping down its content. “He’s attracted to you, I think he’s trying to seduce you,” Mila said in a matter-of-fact tone.
That had me coughing and choking, splattering orange juice from my mouth to the floor. She immediately rushes to grab the bottled water in the tray, handing it to me, and patting my back, “Are you okay, Sophia?”
“Yeah, yeah… I’m fine,” I replied, trying to get hold of myself. “H-how do you know that? Did he say something relating to that or what?”
“No dear, he doesn’t have to. It’s just obvious, at least to me, because the guards are nothing but empty-headed underneath all those muscles and toughness.” She said, chuckling.
When I continued to stare at her in confusion, she spoke up, “You’re treated way better than any other captives he’s brought here. You’re fed good meals thrice daily, he moved you from that cold, moldy, and tiny holding cell. He doesn’t even let the guards harm you.”
“Plus, he keeps coming to see you. Maxim is usually in charge of captives except the boss just wants to come down and beat them up or something like that,” she shrugs.
“And I’m supposed to feel special? I’m here against my own will Mila, I don’t care about all this, I just want to go home. To hell with him,” I snapped. There’s no way she expects me to be grateful or happy that I receive special treatment, I’m here against my will. There’s nothing special about that.
“I’m not saying you’re supposed to feel special, I’m not asking you to put up with him or anything. Maybe you can use his attraction to you to make things easier for you or not. I’m just letting you know that you’re in a better situation than other captives and I like you so I’m happy for you at least.”
“But that”
The door swings open and Mila quickly gets up, I look toward the door at our new company.
Fucking Maxim. I swear this wanker has some sort of personal beef with me but I don’t give a fuck.
He’s holding a red, large-sized shirt that looks like the current navy blue one on me. Looking like he’s about to murder someone.
“You’re not supposed to be in here,” he growls at Mila with his ever-present thick Russian accent evident in his voice.
“Maxim, I was about to leave, it’s nothing. And you’re overreacting.” Mila said, gathering up the plates I used into the tray.
“What did you say?” he snapped and stared down at Mila, who quickly scurried out of my room. Then he tosses the shirt to me. “Wear that after showering, and leave the one you’re currently putting on in the laundry basket.”
And with that, he stormed off. Locking the door behind him.
Holding up the shirt, I inhaled the scent on it. It smells just like him as usual, woodsy with a hint of citrus and spice.
God, it is so comforting and makes me feel warm and giddy.
I snapped myself out of it. No fucking way.
I can’t let Ivan use me like one of his mistresses, and who lets their captor fuck them?
That’s just plain crazy.
I need to figure out how to escape from here, but I don’t know where to start. To escape I need to study my environment and I’ve never been allowed to leave this room.
Maybe if I could steal a phone? Probably Mila’s and contact Daisy. She could inform Dad about my whereabouts. That could work, right?
I let out a tired sigh as I walked into the bathroom, I needed a nice warm shower.
Truth be told, I’m in a better situation as far as kidnapping situations go, but that doesn’t make it any less bad.