He pulls back a strand of my hair behind my ear and once again rests his hand on my cheek. My hearts pace increases and it takes all my will to not move away, but I know it won't be of any use.

I close my eyes, and seconds later, I feel Nick's soft lips connecting with mine.

I feel Nick smirk through the kiss, and it lasts for about three seconds until I pull back as he tries to deepen it.

I didn't kiss back, my lips were frozen, completely still.

My mouth feels dirty as if I just ate a fistful of soil instead of kissing the disgusting, obnoxious, irritating, repulsive, possessive jerk in front of me.

"Wanna do it again?", he winks and my eyes widen.

"No. I rather go and make out with a homeless", I spit back, "can we go back to your room?"

His eyes lit up as I mention his room and he stands up.

"Wow, gorgeous, I didn't think you would be that eager to get in bed with me, but don't get me wrong, I would love to get back to our room now."

I roll my eyes at him and stands up too. His words made me feel a little bit uneasy, but he wasn't serious, right?

"That will only happen in your dreams", I sigh as he slips an arm around my waist, preventing me from fall down since my ankle haven't miraculously healed in a few hours. "And for the record, it's still only your room. My room is at home."

We start walking back towards his room, and I get a feeling that he is enjoying himself right now.

"Gorgeous, this is your home now. And for the record, I do dream about it." He winks at me and I resist the urge to puke.

Please tell me he was kidding.

"You're sick, Nick", I mutter as we enter his room.

He walks us to the bed, but once we're there I slip out of his grip and slowly and painfully makes my way towards the bathroom by gripping everything I passed that prevented me from fall down.

Surprisingly enough, Nick let me go without a word and as I got into the bathroom I quickly locked the door behind me and reached out towards the drawers and pulling out a toothbrush Nick given me earlier.

Even though Nick just kissed my lips and never -thankfully- invaded my whole mouth, I put some toothpaste on the toothbrush and started brushing my teeth intensively.

I do that over and over again until I feel somewhat less dirty, and then I take a mouthful of mouthwash three times.

Nick then knocks on the door and I take my time before unlocking it and peeking out.

"You know I'm not poisonous?", he informs with a raised eyebrow and I roll my eyes.

"Ah, ah, ah!", he warns me and as I give him a questioning look he continues, "rolling your eyes is against the rules, and I've already letting it slip past too many times."

I cross my arms in front my chest.

"What are you gonna do about it? Hit me? Then go ahead. I'm not scared of you."

Truth to be told, I just lied a little bit. I mean, who isn't afraid of a possessive guy who kidnaps you?

"Oh, I've been thinking about hitting you", Nick smirks, "but then I realized it wouldn't work on you. No, I figured out something much better, and absolutely more enjoyable. Every time you break a rule, every single time, I'm going to kiss the perfect lips of yours."

I think my heart skipped a beat at his words.

"No", I blurt out before I have time to think, "no! You can't be serious. A kiss? Why not just hit me or handcuff me to the bedpost or something?"

I know it sounds crazy, me pleading and practically begging him to hit me, but at this time I rather have him hurting my physically then mentally. At least that's what my mind decided right now, but if it would happen, I'm not sure I would stay on my ground. But Nick hitting me would only make my hate for him grow bigger and bigger, and him kissing me would just push my limits when it comes to how much I can vomit in a day.

"I am highly serious", Nick says and once again slips his arm around my waist and leads me to the sofa, "that way, by kissing you every time you break a rule, I'll enjoy it at the same time you, in some weird incomprehensible way, are suffering."

I sink down on the soft cushions and he places himself beside me and when he doesn't let go of me, I try to pry his hand off of me.

"You know", I tell him as I struggle against his strong grip that only tightened, "it's pretty, or extremely, easy to be disgusted by kissing a guy like you. I don't like you, I hate you, and therefore it's pretty obvious that I don't want to kiss you. What makes you think that you have the right to even do that? Violate my lips? I'm not some toy or dog you can play around with."

"Oh, gorgeous", he sighs and pulls me close to his body, "you broke one of the rules again, didn't you? And to answer your question, I get the right to kiss you, not because you're a toy or a dog, but because you're mine and only mine."

His words send chiller down my spine and gives me goosebumps. I open my mouth to tell him, once again, that he is wrong, but he gives me a warning glare and I press my lips together before any words slip out.

"You know", Nick says as he starts caressing my arm, "we're not as bad as you think we are. Sure, we did kidnap you but what else? We haven't hit you, we've given you food and a place to sleep, a bed, but still you keep showing us that burning hate of yours."

My whole head, my whole body along with everything it consists of, want to scream to him and tell him how wrong he is.

Yes, they did kidnap me, ripping me apart from my life.

Yes, they haven't hit me, but Nick said himself he considered it.

Yes, they gave me food, but that doesn't mean that they aren't bad or that it isn't poisoned.

Yes, they gave me a place to sleep, in a bed with one of my kidnappers who forcefully kisses and touches me, who says himself he is looking forward to breaking me.

Is it really that hard to understand my burning hatred towards them?

All these thoughts, and I can't say them aloud unless I want to be kissed by Nick, which is on the bottom of the list of things I want to do, and highest on the list of what I don't want to.

"Giving me the silent treatment?" C'mon, gorgeous." Nick leans in a bit and rests his chin on the top of my head and I feel my body stiffen.

"Say something", he sighs.

After a few more minutes of non-speaking, my voice cracks the death silence in the room.

"What is there to say? If I tell you what I feel, I'm apparently doing something wrong. You may not see it, but all the rules do is preventing me from being myself. I'm a backtalker, okay? I'm sarcastic at times when I'm uncomfortable or annoyed. I don't like being told what to do and I sure as hell don't want to kiss you."

I expect him to try to slap kiss me, but he doesn't and that makes me look at him with a questioning look written on my face.

"You don't have to be afraid of me", Nick says and stares at me intensively, his dark eyes boring into my icing blue.

"I'm not", I whisper, "I'm uncomfortable and annoyed."

He brushes away the hair that has fallen in front of my eyes and leaves his hand cupping my cheek.

"You're lying, but you don't have to be afraid. I won't hurt you as long as I don't have to, and that's all up to you."

I furrow my eyebrows together. Where did his cocky attitude go? Does he really think a short nice, or more like nicer, act will change anything? Because it won't.

"If you aren't going to say anything, we might as well go to bed", Nick says and sighs again.

I don't answer him as he stands up and head into the bathroom, after locking the door leading out to the corridor and flashing me a small smile.

It's not like I'm able to walk anywhere anyway.

I can hear the tap go on and off in the bathroom and I rest my head in my hands.

How did I get into this mess? What have I ever done to deserve this?

I've never been a goody two-shoes, but not the opposite either. I've done bad things, I've made mistakes but they haven't been life changing.

Sadly, meeting Peter might have been.

I still can't really believe it, after all, the time we spent together he just stabs me in the back.

At least I still have Lindsey. She wouldn't turn her back on me. That's something I'm sure of, hundred percent. I hope with all my heart that I'm right. Only the thought of Lindsey leaving me is unbearable.

An unnoticed tear slips down my cheek and I leave it, not bother to wipe it away.

I just sit on the sofa for a while, deep in my thoughts about Lindsey and my old life, which makes my heart ache because of how much I miss it even though it wasn't more than almost two days ago it got ripped apart from me, and Nick comes in at some point.

I don't notice him until my tired eyes flatten over the room and lands on him, who is leaning against the wall, watching me.

"Tired, huh?"

I realize I haven't slept in a very long time since I didn't get any sleep at all on the couch, maybe the fear and my tense body have kept me awake the whole day, along with the pain in my ankle which I think is the main reason.

Lucky for me, they gave me some advil when we were in the living room and the effect still haven't worn out.

I think my face is answer enough to his question, and without any more words said Nick helps me to the bathroom and gives me a big shirt to sleep in.

"Don't you have any sweatpants or shorts?", I ask and let a bit of my attitude come back.

Nick gives out a long sigh.

"Do you really need it? Isn't the shirt enough?"

I shake my head in response and he groans, mutters something that sounds like 'wait here', and exits the room.

In the meantime, I place myself in front of the mirror and brushes my hair before I start braiding it. By the time I'm done and have my hair in a decent fishtail braid, Nick comes back with a few clothes in his hand.

He puts some of them in the drawer and then gives me a purple pair of shorts, which I gladly take before closing the door in his face.

I slip on his shirt, this one with a big 'Iron Maiden' print on the chest. I then reach for the shorts and notice that there is a clean pair of panties too, and I quickly change and put my dirty clothes in a hamper placed in the corner of the bathroom.

The shorts is too short for my taste, it barely reaches down my mid thigh, but then what could you expect from someone like Nick?

I slowly peek out the door and notice that everything is laying in darkness. A sigh of relief escape my lips and I quickly turn off the lights in the bathroom and steps out, supporting myself against the wall as I do so.

Now I just have to make it to the couch someho-

Arms slips around my waist, interrupting my thought and causing me to jump.

"Not so fast, gorgeous", Nick whispers in my ear. Fast? Ha, what a joke.

"Tonight, you're sleeping with me", he states and I think he could feel my body stiffen because seconds later, he gives out a low chuckle causing his chest to vibrate.

"I won't do anything if that's what you're afraid of. But...", he makes a dramatic pause as he leads me to the bed, "I want to be able to see, hear and touch you."

"That doesn't sound creepy at all...", I mutter under my breath, hoping he wouldn't hear.

Of course, he did.

"Gorgeous, you practically begging for punishment."

I feel the soft material of the sheets as we sit down.

"No", I whisper, "please don't. I wasn't eve-"

Lips connecting with mine cuts me off. It's a miracle he even found them in the dark.

My back falls down on the mattress as Nick towers himself over me, but I jerk my head to the side and break off the kiss.

Even though I can't see, I'm sure Nick have a smirk plastered on his face right now as my own lips are curled downwards.

I try to get up, moving back to the bathroom to brush my teeth again, but Nick holds me down.

"Don't. You better get used to it anyway because with that attitude of your, this will happen on regular basis."

I'm fuming on the inside and have to prevent myself from letting out a long line of curse words, therefore I keep my mouth shut as we get under the covers and Nick slips an arm around my waist.

I try to take his arm off of me, but he only pulls me closer to his chest, which I now notice is bare.

"You wanna fight or sleep?", he mumbles in my ear and my whole brain screams fight, but my whole body screams sleep. My eyelids keep falling down and I let out a small yawn I couldn't prevent from escaping my lips.

Nick moves his arm from my waist to my arm and starts caressing it, his fingertips moving up and down my upper arm, causing goosebumps to rise.

If there was someone else, anyone, who would do that, I may have found it soothing but Nick only makes me feel uncomfortable.

"Goodnight, gorgeous", he whispers and continues caressing my arm. It doesn't take long before my eyelids betray me and I drift off to sleep.