Tatiana's POV

He already left but I can still feel his presence all around the four corners of the room.

I hate to accept it but he has that effect on me. His aura is so strong and it's scary. He's scary in a way that he doesn't look scary but you will surely feel how dangerous he is.

I want to cry again. I want to weep. I want to break down but I have no energy to do so. Besides from the reason that my vision's getting blurry because of the hunger, doing those things right now will be no good.

So what if I cry or break down? Even if I do it in front of him he's not going to let me go.

He's so adamant in keeping me here.

I stared at the food in front of me.

It didn't fail to make my mouth water.

He's right. I need to eat. I need energy-- I need it to think of ways on how to get out of here.

With hesitation, I walked to the table full of food and stared at all of the dishes for a solid minute.

What if there's poison in it? But come to think of it, he already has me here captivated, what more does he want? What can he gain from poisoning me? I'm sure even if he's a sick man, he doesn't want me dead because he loves me. . . right. . . he said he loves me. I can surely use that to my advantage! I could surely trick him by using that against him.

Starting to fill up with hope, I started eating.

Gosh, I used to have everything I wanted-- especially everything I wanted to eat, I never thought there would be a day in my life when I would starve and eat like a caveman who just came across food.

These are all my favorite food. Oh God. Did he, by any chance, talk to my personal chef to know about all these? It's so weird. He's so weird.

I ate and ate until I no longer felt my hunger.

I drank so much water after that I felt like my stomach bloated up.

The moment I placed the water on the table, I immediately got ashamed.

Oh gosh. Where's my etiquette? I ate like a madman.

I immediately tidied up the table and stood up to go to the bathroom.

"What the--" I blurted out when I saw how big of a mess I looked.

My hair is all over the place. My lipstick was smudged and the clothes I'm wearing are so crumpled.

I almost didn't recognize the woman in the mirror staring back at me. I looked like I was homeless.

Homeless. . . if you think about it, I am now.

I really want to go home.

I took a deep sigh as I stared at myself in the mirror.

Being disgusted with what I looked like right now, I washed my face and fixed my clothes.

I saw a big closet outside, I wondered if it had clothes inside.

I stepped out of the bathroom and directly went to the closet.

My jaw almost dropped when I realized that it was a walk-in closet full of different styles of clothes-- clothes that are to my taste.

What the hell?

I immediately scanned through all the hung dresses, blouses, skirts, blazers, coats, and even undergarments.

Is this for real?

Oh my God. This is bigger and better than my own closet at home!

And everything here is my size and exactly my taste.

What kind of sorcery did that man do to be able to flawlessly achieve this?

There are even shoes here-- a couple of pairs of shoes that are my size and taste too!

And all the brands. . . oh God, they are all luxurious brands-- exactly the brands that I use.

I don't know if I'll be happy that every single material thing that I want and use is here or be more disturbed because all of these just proved how obsessed this man is with me.

Of course, I remember saying that if a man were to love me and be my boyfriend, I want him to be head over heels for me. But, right now, I didn't know that I would not like it. . . at least not in this way. This is so disturbing. The obsession is scary more than fluttering.

How did I even end up in this situation?

Why me?

I heaved a deep sigh.

Without any more choice, I picked a nightgown from a known brand.

I don't know what time it is already because all the windows here are blinded and locked but I'm tired and I want to sleep.

I'm already in a really bad place, at least I want to be comfortable in my sleep because that's the closest I can do to escape the reality that I am in right now.

As soon as I finished getting dressed, I went to the vanity mirror and as I expected, every drawer was full of skin care products and makeup. I'm not surprised to find it all here since I already expected it. I don't know what to feel, all I know is that I will surely use all of these.

That man may be scary and disturbing but all these products and items are familiar to me and I will totally make use of them all. I'm just a girl.

I got ready and comfortable before I went back to bed.

I lay down and stared blankly at the ceiling.

This room may look like my room because of all the things that are here but it doesn't feel the same. . . not even a bit--it just looks so empty even if it's so full.

Everything feels so overwhelming.

I'm scared of that man especially now that I know what he's capable of doing.

I'm scared for myself and especially for my life.

I'm bothered knowing that my parents and sister are worried about me. It breaks my heart. They probably don't know where I am and how am I doing. That man didn't even call my parents to let them know.

All of a sudden, tears started streaming down my face.

Why? Why me Leon Sabatini?

I already came to terms that there are people who would kidnap me in exchange for money but I can't even comprehend that I would get kidnap for this very reason-- for the reason that he's in love with me. It's so absurd.

What kind of love is that?

Is that even love?

How can you do something so horrible to someone you claim you love?

I bit my lips as I tried to control my sobs.

What will happen to me now?

Will I ever be able to go home again and see my family? Will that man even let me?

I quickly wiped my tears when suddenly, I heard the door open.

I sniffed as I sat up and moved to the corner of the bed.

He might sit down in the bed and I couldn't take being so near to him.

I should not show weakness. I should not let him think that I will just give in to what he wants. I need to look tough. Weakness will only boost his ego.

"You ate." I heard him say the moment he entered the room. I can sense relief from his voice. 

"And got ready too, that's good," he added.

What is so good about it?

"But why are you in a nightgown? It's only afternoon. Don't you like the clothes I got you? I made sure that you have many options but if you don't like any of them, just say so and I'll buy you something else."

I mentally rolled my eyes.

"I'm sleepy and I don't know what time is it right now," I simply answered.

"Oh, my bad for forgetting to provide you with a clock."

'provide' What an interesting word choice from him.

He really believes that he's providing for me by giving me all these things when in reality, he stripped me off of my original life-- the one I call my own with everything that I love surrounding me.

"Why?" I can't help but blurt out.

He looked at me as he slightly creased his eyebrows. "What do you mean why darling?"

I stopped myself from rolling my eyes at what he just called me.

"Why did you do this? Why did you kidnap me? Why me?" I questioned as I bit my lower lip to stop myself from crying.

I should not cry. Hell no.

There was an unfamiliar flick of emotion that flashed in Leon's eyes. Something that I couldn't name and read.

"I told you, darling; I love you."

"This is not love," I retorted. "Stripping me off my life, making me scared, and making my family worry is not love."

"Well, I guess we have a different definition of love."

"What?" I asked, almost a whisper.

"I need you in my life. You deserve everything, I can't just let you be with someone who does not deserve you."

And what made him think that he's the one who deserve me?

I wanted to ask but I stopped myself. He might harm me if he gets offended and that's the last thing I want to happen. I couldn't risk my safety.

"But why do this this way? Why kidnap me? It doesn't make sense."

"I saw you with someone. You're seeing someone," he said as he scoffed.

I noticed how he gritted his teeth and how his jaw tightened.

I creased my forehead. "What? What someone? Who?"

I don't remember seeing someone. I'm not with anyone as of the moment so I don't know what he's talking about.

"Before I took you home, you were with someone, right?"

I continued creasing my forehead at him because I had no idea what he was talking about.

"You went to meet with someone before I took you home here," he added.

Right. . .

I was meeting with my dad's business partner's son. But that's just it! I'm only meeting with him, it's even the first time that we met each other. 

I remember it now, I was just walking towards the parking lot when I got kidnapped.

"I wasn't planning to kidnap you-- at least not yet-- but that stupid guy made me realize that it's time. I want to ensure my spot in your life; I can just stay back and watch someone take you from me. I had to do something. I made it happen myself."

My jaw almost dropped because of what I heard.

"You're unbelievable! You can just introduce yourself to me normally if you really want to be with me!" I shrieked.

I can't believe it. He talks so normally about what he just did like as if there's nothing wrong with it. Like it's just a normal thing to do if you want to be with someone; just kidnap them and go on with your life.

"I have to make sure, Tatiana. I had to do it myself."

I balled my hands into fists.

This is helpless! 

"How can you just do that to me? I have a whole life with my family and friends. I have a promising career for Pete's sake!" 

The expression on Leon's face darkened. "You don't need all that, you have me."

My nails dug dipper into my palm. 

"How? What can you possibly do that can fill their spot in my life?" I choked on my tears but did my best not to sob. "If you really love me like you said, you'd let me go back to my family and forget this ever happened."

"I will do anything to give you everything," he said, his voice was lingered with so much coldness.

"Do you think that will be enough for me?" I spitted, tasting the bitterness on my tongue. 

Who does he think he is? Why does he think he can decide what's best for me and what's not?

"Sorry, but I can't give you what you want."

I could only deeply close my eyes by what I just heard.