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

ELENA BLACKWOOD

Blood. 

'I don't know who done this' I stuttered in my shaky voice. A man is lying in front of me in a pool of blood. I tried to run away from him but again found myself in front of him. My hands and legs are wobbling with fear. My eyes went on my trembling hands and they are red, covered in his blood. I started shaking more furiously. 

I didn't do this, I didn't. No.

My eyes snapped open. Cold sweat was dripping from my temple. I wiped it from my face. Again a nightmare, everything is fine I assured myself, when will I get rid from these. 

After few seconds my racing heart calmed and I relaxed. In sleeping position and closed eyes I roamed my hand around me in search of my phone to look for the time but when found it nowhere I put my hand under my pillow but again, nothing. Where the hell did I put it, I lazily sat and removed the pillow from its position to see if my phone is under it, but there was nothing. When I looked around in search, reality hit me like a lighting strike. I'm not in my apartment. 

Yes... I'm still at that devils place, that was not a dream. I collected my thoughts and roamed my eyes inside the room and they ended at a figure in front of the door. 

I know who he is. He is the same man who kidnapped me and bring me thousands of miles away from my home, friends and family with him in a different country, he is the same monster who hit me earlier. 

His face was not visible to me because it was dark where he was standing but his body was leaned against the door with his hands folded across his chest, his face was towards my direction and even in dark I can feel his cold gaze on me, he was watching my every movement. 

My heart sank down and a cold chill run down my spine. He approached towards me taking his big steps and my heart run wildly in my chest with every ticking second and his each treacherous step but I tried to remain adamant on my position, not wanting to show him any fear, this is what I thought until he reached near me. 

when he reached near me and his figure came in my view, what I seen next was beyond my expectation.  

His shirt which was tucked perfectly in morning is out now, half of his shirt buttons were open showing his masculine body, his shirt cuffs were hanging on both sides of his hands, while his dark hairs which were combed earlier were messy now and in locks from front as they were wet, eyes were red, cold and empty showing nothing in them, the color of his eyes was even more darker now like dark night. His look only can bring crap out of someone. But the thing which shocked me and scaring me most more than his look was his bloodied self. 

His white shirt was turned into red, drenched in blood, his hands were also covered in blood while drops of blood dripping from his shirts sleeves .
 

I freeze on my position and a ripple of fear run down my back. After that horrible incident of my life in my past, I am seeing blood in my nightmares and suffering from hemophobia (blood phobia). I tried everything to overcome it but nothing helped. I'm not even out of my horrible nightmare and the site in front of me is scaring me to the death. My body starts shaking violently. 

'Blo...blood' a shaky voice came out slowly from my trembling lips. He sat on the couch near me and touched my face with his cold bloody hand and my trembling body shivered

 'You are so beautiful Tesoro' his husky voice came, his long bloody fingers glided from the side of my face to jawline tracing my skin.

His face was just an inch away from me and a strong smell of alcohol hit my nose with mix of rusting iron and rotted meat. His face came forward and he dug his head deep inside the crook of my neck and inhaled my scent strongly. His wet sticky hairs touched my skin as blood seeped from his cloths falling on mine and I trembled more furiously threshing in his hold which tightened because of my movement. One of his hand was in my hairs and other was on my waist from behind making hard for me to move from my position. 

'Sto...stopp'  I said trembling in a shaky voice. Panic started building in me making hard for me to act.

'Sto..p..  plea..se' my voice low came in mere whisper because of rising panic, I wanted to scream but can't, my throat suddenly closing up.

'No I will not. You are mine' he murmered against my neck in his cold dangerous throaty voice while his cold nose and lips traveling on my neck, tracing my hot skin as his teeth gazed my skin in neck. 

I tried to took a deep breath and gathering my little strength cried loudly 'I'm not and now get off me'.

My body came in movement as I tried to press him away from me with both my hands but of no use because my strength was already taken away the moment my eyes landed on the blood. 

'Yes you are. You are mine, you belongs to me' he said lifting his head from the crook of my neck and his fingers fisted in my hairs yanking harshly making me winch in pain as he pinned me down on the couch and completely hovered 9ver me. His dark eyes meet with my teary ones for a brief second and I looked in his in pleading way from my tears but his were complete empty and dark to show any emotions and then his gaze shifted to my trembling lips.

'I am going to make you mine' he said huskily, his face came closer to mine and when he was just about to smash his lips on mine the door burst open and his body was ripped out from me abruptly and thrown far away. 

A scream left pass my lips on seeing him on floor and I quickly curled myself up in a ball. 

When I look for the cause it was Leonardo and one more man as strong as him with brown hairs and green eyes but lookwise, dangerous than him and before I could completely notice him my attention was again caught by the groaning of the man on the floor. 

I kept screaming looking at the scene unfolding in front of me.