I hate him. I hate him so much, words can't even describe it.

You know when you're in school and have this really annoying teacher who you says you hate?

That teacher would look like an angel beside Nick.

If I wasn't sure if he was the devil in disguise before, I sure as hell am now.

The thought of what he's done makes me sick. It makes me want to puke.

I thought there was something good inside of him but apparently, I was wrong.

How could I even think that? I mean, the list of what he's done is pretty long.

He kidnapped me.

He gave me a stupid pet name.

He forcefully kisses me and let's not talk about how he seems to love to nibble on my earlobe and caress my arms and cheeks.

He talks about how he will enjoy breaking me.

He doesn't feel any remorse.

He kidnaps people for money, and he's okay with it.

He promised to not bring Patricia to this hell hole.

He broke his promise.

How on earth could I not see that coming?

Right now, I'm clenching my fist only to unclench it the moment after, over and over again to resist the urge to choke Nick. Which I know I can't even do.

The world is unfair, and I hate it.

My vision is blinded by hate, all I'm seeing goes in red. I'm fuming and I wouldn't be too surprised if there would start to come out steam out of my ears.

Nick had dragged me back downstairs, but he didn't put me in his own room, no he had to throw me in a small room which looks more like a cell than a real room.

The walls are gray without any paint on them, and the only furniture in the room is a couch, except for the old lamp which casts a yellow light over this incredibly small room.

If I would be claustrophobic, I can tell you that I would've gone crazy by now. There's no windows in the room, no pictures on the wall. Nothing.

If I stretch out my arms, standing in the middle of the room, I can touch the walls on both sides of me. That's how small it is and it's about twice as long as wide.

Even though I'm not claustrophobic, I can feel my breathing getting heavier. I've been here for at least half an hour now, and my knuckles are red and bloody from all the pounding I've done on the door, and my throat hurt from all the screaming I did the first ten minutes after Nick put me in here. I didn't scream or pound on the door out of fear of this room, no I did it because of how angry I was, and I still am.

Luckily for Nick, I can't do much in here but if he would've thrown me in his own room, I can tell you it would've been trashed by now.

I'm not the one to break down in anger, losing control, but I guess being here have changed that. Being here have changed me.

I didn't be like this before, I didn't use to be full of hate and fear and always come back with witty, sarcastic comments. That side of me did I only bring out when someone really did piss me off or annoy me. I saved it to those who deserved it, and I guess those ones are in this building right now. Or I don't even guess, I know.

A light knock on the door draws me back to reality and I get up from the surprisingly comfortable couch I've placed myself in as I gave up on getting out.

"Calmed down enough to think clearly yet?" Nick asks as the door unlocks and opens.

"Where is she?" I growl, ignoring his question and trying to push myself past him through the doorway.

He grabs my by my shoulders and looks me straight in the eyes.

"Alex, calm down", he says sternly, "she's okay."

I'm extremely close to spitting him right in the face, but my common sense stops me in the last second.

"I don't believe you, and I want to see her", I state but Nick shakes his head, making me even angrier.

"Sorry, but I don't think it's got for either of you. You know she did freak out even more as she saw you, huh?"

My eyes turn black as I look at him, my jaw and fist clenching.

"What was I supposed to do?" I ask him. "Just sit back, relax and shrug it off? Ignoring that you broke your promise and brought one of my closest friends here?"

"No, that's not what I meant", he sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Just leave it now, Alex. Please? I don't want to keep you in here but if you don't calm down you'll leave me with no choice."

I'm trying my best not to cry in front of him, I don't want to cry at all but it's hard. It's hard because my life has taken such a fatal turn in a matter of days.

I force myself to take deep breaths, calming myself down, but I'm not doing it for Nick, I'm doing it for myself.

The clock is ticking, for what I don't know, but after a while, I've calmed myself down.

"Ready to get out if this room?" he asks me and I nod and let him lead me out. As the door slam shut behind us I turn around to face him with pleading eyes.

"Please let me see her! Please..."

Once again, he shakes his head in response and gives me a gentle but firm push in the direction of his room.

"No can do, sweetheart", he says in a smooth voice, trying out a new pet name at the same time.

I don't give up that easily, and turn around again, this time with my eyes even bigger and pounding lips, with a quivering bottom lip.

He looks at my lips for a few seconds, being completely silent, and then suddenly press me against the wall, trapping me with his body.

Nick takes a soft but firm grip around my chin, forcing me to look up at him and then, without me being able to react or stop him, he crashes his lips onto mine. As I take in what he's doing, I try to get him off of me but it's of no use. My arms are pinned down by his own, and as soon as I move my head to break the kiss, he follows my motion, keeping it going.

The painfully slow seconds it takes before he finally breaks it off because of lack of oxygen, I feel my cheeks turn a shade of red. It's not because of that I'm embarrassed, no it's because I'm mad.

As he takes his awful, disgusting lips off of mine, I stare at him with hatred.

"What the hell was that for?" I yell at him and he smirks.

"You practically asked for it, gorgeous", he says, giving me my old pet name back. "You looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes of yours and pouted with your perfectly kissable lips. I just couldn't resist."

He lets me go and I immediately reaches for my lips, wiping them off with the back of my hand with a disgusted facial expression.

Nick chuckles at my reaction and raises an eyebrow.

"You're just silly, gorgeous. The sooner you admit you enjoy kissing me and starts kissing back, the better."

I almost gag at his words and stare at him widened eyed before he takes a step back and drags me with, leading me back to his room in silence.

As we enter, he locks the door -surprise surprise - and I throw myself at the sofa and curl myself into a ball.

"Gorgeous?" he asks but I don't answer.

"Alex?" I still ignore him.

"Allie?" I almost flinch and snap my head up, but I manage not to.

I feel the cushions sink down as he sits down beside me, throwing an arm around me and pulling me close to his chest.

I feel him caress my hair and arm, but I remain emotionless and don't move at all.

"C'mon, Alex. Don't give me the silent treatment."

He kisses me softly on top of my head and sighs loudly.

We sit as that for a few minutes, he with his arms around me as my head is resting against his chest. If he was my boyfriend or just a simple friend, I would've found it soothing, but now I don't. Now, I hate every second of it and suffer in silence.

"Please", he says after countless minutes, "say something, anything."

I close my eyes for a few seconds, breathing in the scent of his cologne.

"I hate you", I whisper, feeling his body tense up at my words, "I hate you, and there's nothing you can do to change it. You're a monster."