Enzo started trailing wet kisses along my collar bone and jaw. His cold fingers caressed my waist underneath the sweater I was wearing. The kisses turned harsh second by second and I whimpered in pain. I felt the blood rushing to the area he just bit. I bet this left hickies. How dare he mark me? His hands reached under my sweater making me freeze. He traced the outline of my bra and I fisted my hands in rage.

My mind was screaming bloody rape.

Without thinking much, I shoved him off the bed. Enzo fell on the hard ground harshly. He groaned and stood up, clutching his bruised elbow.

"How dare you touch me without my consent?!" I yelled in pure fury, standing up from the bed.

Hot or not, I hardly give a damn. Rape is rape, no matter whoever's doing it.

He opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off.

"You don't say a fucking word otherwise I swear to god I will smash your skull in the wall hundred times till you eventually die and go to hell where you can rot and live in misery!" I continued, pointing my finger at him.

He looked surprise by my outburst.

What did he think? He would sexual assault me and I would silently submit to him? Girls in the wattpad books may be stupid to enjoy their captor's touch but I wasn't one of them.

"You were asking for it," Enzo gritted out, "You led me on."

He was just signing his death certificate.

I raised my hand and smacked him hardly on the face. Probably the hardest I've ever slapped someone. His fingers caressed the area I just slapped. Enzo's face turned scary but I wasn't going to back down.

"What did you say? I was asking for it just because I led you on? Is it my fault that you got led on by me? Huh? That is a fucking lame excuse to justify your actions!" I yelled.

The topic about rape, sexual assault, and domestic violence against women, really affected me. My cousin, Elena, was molested by her boyfriend and I could feel the immense pain she was in. Physical pain did subside eventually, but the mental pain she was feeling was worse.

Her boyfriend had gotten into an accidental car crash. Oh, and did I mention that I crashed into him? No? Alright...

"Women do not get raped because they led men on, women do not get raped because they were drunk, women do not get raped because they wore revealing clothes. Women get raped because men raped them. Period," I continued, "and if you guys slut shame a women, saying that 'her outfit turned me on' and 'that women who wear slutty clothes are asking to be raped', you are saying that a woman's body deserves to be raped, that a woman deserves to be raped and that we have to cover ourselves to ensure our safety!"

"If you don't want to get raped, don't wear such clothes!" He yelled and I slapped him across the face again. Harder than before.

"You know, we've been taught that a woman's body causes men to sin. We are told that if a woman shows too much skin, men will do stupid things. Now, let me make this thing clear: A woman's body will not make you do stupid things. If you do so, it is only because you chose to do such stupid things."

Enzo gulped but stayed silent.

"Now, listen, you sick bastard. Here's a thought. Instead of teaching women how to avoid rape, teach men not to rape. There is no other reason behind sexual assault except for the man's cheap mentality and I'm sorry to say but your mentality matches a rapist."

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Did you just call me a rapist?" He asked sharply.

"Firstly, I mentioned that you have the mindset of a rapist. Secondly, what you were doing few minutes back was sexual assault," I said sternly.

"It's not called sexual assault if you're mine," He spoke stupidly.

I had to abstain myself from slapping him again.

"I am not yours," I gritted, accentuating each and every word.

He kept silent which just escalated my anger.

"I am not yours. Women do not belong to men. They're their own person. Just because a woman gets into a relationship, or gets married, doesn't mean that they belong to the men. That's dumb and stupid. I've almost never heard a guy say that 'I belong to her' but I've heard almost every woman say 'I belong to him.' You cannot just claim a women like that," I snapped my fingers.

I bet my face was red with anger.

"You're so cute when you're angry," He finally spoke up.

Ah, the sentence I was dreading.

I took a deep breath. "You know, few hours were enough to get to know you. You are a kidnapper, a rapist, a misogynist, a male chauvinist."

I could see him fisting his hands and clenching his jaw after every word I spoke and I internally grinned, satisfied at his reaction.

"I am not a rapist! I am not a misogynist! And I am most definitely not a male chauvinist!" He finally exploded. His breathing became ragged and his fists were clenched to the point where his knuckles turned white.

"Aw, you're so cute when you're angry," I remarked.

BOOM!

Taste of his own medicine.

His facial expression was priceless. His jaw hung open and his eyes were as wide as saucers.

"You understand how it feels now? To be called cute when you're angry? That's how we women feel when you men tell us that," I continued.

"Who knew you would be such a feminist?" He asked with a chuckle, recovering from the shock. "There's nothing wrong in being a feminist," I remarked with a shrug.

He then took a deep breath. "I-I am sorry," He finally said and I gazed at him suspiciously.

"I was wrong. I'm s-sorry for what I did back then," He continued.

Now I was getting cynical.

"Alright, I have a meeting in fifteen minutes. Stay here and don't try anything smart," He said sternly.

"But I am smart."

He stared at me for 5 seconds before cracking a grin.

"By the way, I forgot to ask. What will you have for dinner?" He asked, straightening his suit. I rolled my eyes.

"You're talking as if we're a live-in couple, Enzo. Don't forget, you are my kidnapper and I am your captive....for now," I muttered the last part softly.

"We will be living together," He said firmly.

"No, we won't. I'm gonna get out of this hellhole."

The moment I said that, his face turned scary. He pushed me back down on the bed and straddled me.

"You are not going anywhere, mi amore. You understand?" He whispered harshly.

"No, I don't understand you, bastard!" I yelled, trying to shove him off.

"You're going to stay with me, forever. Even if I have to lock you up in this room for the rest of eternity, I will," He promised and kissed my cheek.

Yeah, we'll see about that.

Within a second, his lips met mine for a bruising kiss. My eyes widened in surprise and anger and I tried pushing him away but he scooped my hands into his large on and pinned them above my head. He bit my lip hardly and I groaned loudly.

Sick bastard.

I pushed my knee up and slammed it against his dick.

"Fuck!" He shrieked, falling down on the bed beside me in excruciating agony.

That's what he deserves.

I rubbed my lips harshly, trying to remove his touch.

After what seemed a decade, Enzo's pain subsided and got up from the bed.

He glanced at me with a slight bit of fear in his hazel eyes.

"I'm leaving right now. I won't chain you up but don't betray my trust," Enzo said sharply.

"I never asked you to trust me, though. If I do anything, the blame will be on you," I said, sitting on the bed crossed-legged while he just stared at me in amusement.

"Guess I chose a feisty queen, eh?" He asked, smirking. "I am not your queen. Never will be," I snapped. "You already are," He shrugged. I chuckled humorlessly. Yeah right.

"Bye, amore," He whispered, giving a last kiss on my cheeks and then walked out of the room, locking the door.

Asshole.

The moment he shut the door, I rushed into the bathroom and into the shower. I turned on the cold water and rubbed every inch of my body, desperate to remove his touch from me. I didn't bother removing my clothes. The thought of having any of his traces lingering on my body made my skin crawl in fear and repulsion.

I kept on scratching and rubbing my skin harshly but didn't seem satisfied. A choked sob almost left my throat as I realized I had been assaulted and had escaped from being raped.

My back hit the shower wall as I slid down against it, shutting my eyes as the droplets of cold water hit my face. A lone tear slid down my cheek as I kept on recollecting the events that took place.

It hurt and repulsed me how cruel some people in the world are.

I sneezed.

That was my cue to get out of the shower. I turned the shower off and grabbed a towel from the rack, wiping my body thoroughly. My skin had turned red and brash but I hardly cared.

I removed my wet clothes with much difficulty and put on a loose set of pajamas. After drying my hair, I walked out of the bathroom and my gaze instantly went to the balcony.

I thought of climbing out of it, but after seeing the height, I cancelled the idea.

I smirked evilly. Maybe I could just irritate the hell out of him so he can finally let me go. Seems like a good plan.

I laid on the bed thinking about my parents. They must be finding me right now. It was common for me to come back late but I hope they would realize I was missing. I hope they would find me.

But instead of waiting for my parents to find and save me, I should just escape on my own like I did in all my kidnappings.

Yes, that's a great idea.

For now, I'm stuck with this bastard.