She is the one by Asheslove (book recommendations for young adults txt) 📕

I smiled softly looking at my reflection. He was wrong, my body don't belong to him, he can't claim it as his not until I gave him and all the times until now in that whole month it’s me who gave in to him because of fear and anger and let him mark me but not anymore. This is better than fighting him, now the game somehow I felt is in my hands too. He can have sex with me giving me short termed pleasure in the process but it's just sex, physical pleasure that's all. There's no way he can come under my skin by this and will be able to claim me and get my submission.

After getting dressed I came down in the kitchen for breakfast but there were no maids today. It's him who's in the kitchen completely dressed. I took a seat on the table waiting for the breakfast to come. After few minutes he came out.

'Morning' he greeted and slide a plate with four toasts and coffee towards me and sat beside me serving himself.

'Where are maids?' I asked taking a bite. 

'We are going out, there's no need so I gave them leave' he replied.

The rest of breakfast went in silence and after finishing he went to garage and came out in an open roof Mercedes wearing shades. I kept looking at the car, he glared at me and without any question I hopped in.

'Have you ever been to Italy before' he asked as we took off.

'No' is all what I replied and the ride went in silence. The car hit the road and I felt like flying in air. My open hairs started to swing around tingling my face due to winds. I got tired by tucking them again and again, this is the worst consequences of having long hairs. His eyes were hidden behind the shades with a stupid smirk on his face looking at my futile struggles to control my flying hairs. After a long struggle I got irritated. I collected them and rolling them up bind them in loose bun. At least I will get relief for few minutes. 

The car entered in city Square. 

'Piazza Navona' I blurted without thinking looking at it mesmerized by its beauty. Being an art student without travelling I know a lot about art and travelling Italy was one of my greatest dreams but this is not how it is supposed to come true. 

People were clicking photos around there. The car slowed down near the fountain which is at the center.

'Fountana dei-                            

'Quattro Fiumi' I finished Nicolas sentence looking at the four statues in between there which represents four rivers. I carefully looked at the masterpiece of art before the car pass forward fixing the image in my eyes.

The car stops in front of building which is very familiar to me as I learned a lot about it but never get a chance to visit. 

MVSEI VATICANI 

The public museum of Vatican City. 

'Oh my God, I always dreamt to visit it' I said from a big smile. 

'I know' Nicolas mumbled.

'How do you know?' I asked in mild surprise.

'I came to know a lot of things about you Elena' he said wrapping his arm around me possessively and untied the loss bun of my hairs letting them hang loosely.

'How? Did you threaten out - I asked in fear thinking that he might tortured my family to get it out but before I could ask he cut me shor.

'I don't have to, your little arrogant brother also have a big mouth just like you. It's him who blurted out'.

Even though it gave relief that he didn't torture or threaten them but my expressions fell all in once, all excitement of exploring one of the museums in my bucket list gone. I looked at him to ask where did he kept them and what exactly he is doing but one look in his eyes and all my questions thumped in fright when he gave a deadly stare in warning to continue this topic making me gulp it down to my throat as we entered inside.

We stepped into mosaic flooring of the museum. The display works from the immense collection including masterpieces of antiquity, from Egypt to Greece to Rome. From early Christian and medieval art of Renaissance. 

Every piece of art shows its own story behind it. The more I observe them, more I felt drowning in. I tried to take as much as I can in my eyes as possible. I waited years to visit this place.

I saw the ceiling and 'wow, wonderful' came out from my lips as I remained awestruck. The Sistine chapel, most awe-inspiring masterpiece of the world. The frescoed ceiling is beautifully crafted, the combination of architectural and pictorial art creating the harmony showing the humanity. I released my waist from the hold of Nicolas and took a long look of it. 

'This is beyond what I imagined' I mumbled to myself not caring about him, it's more than revive from what I learned and saw on internet. Every painting is showing a story of the last judgment, it gave me a lot of stuff to learn and won't finsh even if I spend my whole day observing the tiniest of details. We walked out and continued.

I was awestruck indulging in the beauty and work of art while Nicolas kept staring at me whole time, watching me blankly noticing my every move but his presence won't affect me as I have a lot to watch instead of him.

I don’t know exactly what he's trying to do by bringing me here, he is so wrong if he thinks I will forgave him and submit myself to him because of this sweet gesture from him but whatever I am enjoying it.

I stopped in front of a painting. 

'St Jerome in the wilderness' Nicolas said from my behind walking closer to me and held my hand in his. It portrays the Saint in a trapezoid form while he kneels down in a desert region gazing at the crucifix. At his feet is a lion. It is the painting which is always close to my soul since I found about it. 

'Its amazing, isn't it?' Nicolas said.

'Did you paint or something' I asked remembering the painting I saw in his room.

'I am not an artist like you Elena. I am criminal, remember' he said with a smirk and winked at me.

'Ya, how can I forget' I mocked fixing my eyes on the painting.