I sit their staring up at him with pure hatred as this man just stared at me curiously and also mesmerized.

" Why did you cried for your mother?" He asked breaking the silence.

" Fuck you!" I shouted at him.

" You did it at the apartment and you did it when you woke up from my bed. Is it some type of coping mechanism?" He asked genuinely curious. I Looked away and hugged my legs, crying harder. He sighed got up and took the sheets off.

" Come on let's go, you need a bath. " he said kneeling before me. I then stopped crying and look up at him. I then spat on him.

" You need a bath! You evil twisted fuck!" He then wipe the spit off his face before he slapped me.

" salope stupide, tu continues juste à empirer ta foi!" He said harshly before he got up and slammed the door shut.

What a thing huh? The one time I decided to be more open or to try new things this happened. I got up off the floor and walked towards the window and looked through it. All I saw were trees, it was like we were up in a mountain or something. I thought I wouldn't be here for long. Once Gregory find out that I'm missing he would send the best detectives on this case. Also there must be evidence of him in the apartment and there must be someone or a camera that spot us when he was carrying me out of the apartment. This would just be another traumatic event that happened.

............ Detective Thomas' pov

The detective watch Jeanne as she cried hysterically. He studied the blonde girl has she truly look in distress. The man then look at the crime scene, it was truly heartbreaking. The four bodies of four people laid out, it also was evident that some of the bodies were moved so the person could've set them in a straight line. It was such a strange case. All the security footages were missing, the bullets were also removed. The plus size lady who's name was Lilith Russo, was obviously killed in her room and then after they put her body with the others. Lilith was 39 and she had 4 children, 12, 18,14 and 23 left in Italy. She was here for a vacation. Louis Martin 57, was a retired social worker and a divorcee, didn't have any children. Aiko and Emi Tanaka were both married couple, they both are from Japan but were staying in France for a couple of years. Aiko was 29 and Emi was 31. All innocent people, who have lost their lives but for what reason exactly. Then theirs the missing American. Her friend told us that she had called her, asking her if she delivered something for her and how Zuri hanged up suspiciously. Her room didn't show much struggled and her door was fine so that means she must've open the door for the " delivery boy". This was a odd case and I knew it would be struggle to solve it. This wasn't some robbery or so it was like a random execution of innocence people and also kidnapping. Did Zuri Jefferson played a huge role in this?

......... Zuri 's pov

I was awaken with water splashing all over my face, I got up immediately and found my self in a bath tub but I had on my clothes still. I looked up to see the man standing over me with his hand on the pipe handle. He then stopped the water when he realized that I was awoke.

" I think you should have a shower." He said. " They are clothes in the bathroom, put them on when you're ready." He then walked out and shut the bathroom door. I had a lot of questions to ask, why haven't he force himself on me or murdered me as yet? Its odd but I thought that was the whole point of him kidnapping me was for his sexual pleasures or to even torture me. I got out of the tub and examine the large bathroom that was modern and look very beautiful. I walk over to the large mirrors and look at myself. My eyes were puffy, my lip was busted and my hair was messy and all over the place. I moved the hair out of my face and look fully at myself, I was staring for quite a bit until I heard a loud bang on the door.

"Are you finished? I haven't heard any water running." He said sternly . " Or do you want me to bathe you?"

"N-no, I'm okay." I said. I didn't hear anything else so I assume that he went away. I wasn't going to listen to him, what if he would do something bad to me after I'm finished. I had something that I want to share with my husband not some murderer. I walked over to the corner of the bathroom. I won't bathe, I won't clean myself to please him. I then crawled up into the corner, not being able to stop my tears.

After couple minutes or so I heard the door knocked on again. I kept quiet this time, I don't know what he is going to do but I just pray that it will be quick. I shut my eyes tightly as I hear him open the door aggressively. He then spot in the corner and walked over to me, before I could move he grab my hair and yank me up.

" Didn't I told you to clean yourself!" He yelled in my face. I put my hands on his trying to release his tight grip. He then yank me beside the tub that was in the middle of the bathroom. " I told you I would have to do it myself!" He then used both of his hands and rip my shirt open. I cried out before I use all my strength to push him off of me. It was like pushing a brick wall, he then slapped me so harshly that I fell down. He then pull my shorts down and now I was left with a ripped shirt, my bra and underwear. I used my leg and kicked him in his stomach, he groaned and clutch his stomach. I got up and tried to run to the door but he then grabbed my hair and pulled back and then I received a hard punch to the face. I fell down back to the floor and hit my head. He then got on top of me and punch me again. I was barely conscious now, my face hurt.

He took of the remaining shirt and then her also rip my bra off of me and then my underwear. I couldn't even look at him, I look to the side avoiding his gaze.

" tu es si belle, tu sais ça?" He said lowly. He then picked me up and put me in the tub, he then turn the water on to full the tub. He then stand over there and just kept staring at me. I then used my arm to cover my chest and hand to cover my lower area, I felt so gross under his gaze. I stared back at him as he looked at me as if he was lost, as if his mind wasn't there.

" I- I'll do it myself! Just fuck off!" I cried out. I then pick up the sponge trying to show him that I can do it myself.

" Okay." He said before he walked off. I thought he was going to leave but then I saw him took a chair from the corner and brought it Infront of the bath tub and sat on it. " Bathe."

"N-no, I can't do it in front of you. Leave!"

" You really think you should talk to me like that? I can do bad things to you and your family." He said and I chuckled

" I have no family." I spat at him.

" What about your grandma and what about Gregory?" He asked smirking and I gasp. How did he know about them. " Your phone... You seem very close with Gregory. His he your boyfriend?" I was puzzled, when did he had time to take my phone? Also I didn't even have a password on it. God I was I dumb.

"He's just my boss..." I said

" Nope, he's more than that. His he your sugar daddy? He looks a bit old. Did he pay for your trip?"he questioned.

" None of your business."

" Well... then, corporate with me or else I will kill them." He shrugged. " Or..you know pretty women like yourself are valuable resources. You know how much cash people would pay to fuck you? I won't have any problem selling you to a brothel or human trafficking? That faith is worse than death."

" Please don't do that.." I rushed out. He was right that faith was worse than death. I'm not shaming sex workers but when someone else is selling you and you no longer have any say over your own body. With men from all backgrounds paying cash to do whatever to you, you won't have a choice to refuse, they won't respect your body and do whatever they please.

I then took to shower gel that sat on a stool and squeeze it on the sponge. The tub wasn't exactly full, the water reach my belly button. I then began to rubbed the soapy sponge on my skin, I did it fast.

" Your such a beauty, you know that?" He asked lowly. "Your skin is so dark, rich and beautiful. You look so delicate as you bathe, even though your scrubbing so harshly you still look elegant."

I then cringe when I have to wash my lower region. I made sure turn my back to him so he wouldn't watch me anymore but that didn't seem to bothered him.

" I never been with a woman like you. Well I don't have a type or anything I just go for the nearest thing or whoever gave me their attention first. I know for a fact you would've give me your attention first well not in a romantic way anyways." He rambled on. I then used the shower gel in my hair.

"Your hair texture also it's straight but still isn't like mines. It's more thick and look more wooly."

" You acting like you never seen a black person before." I said sarcastically.

" I never cared for anyone or there color, I never really focus on them. Not much of them here anyways. Also I've never seen you before..."

" Look!, If you think just because Im black, my vagina feels different from white girls or so, it's not!" I said. I was getting irritated by him and I have to try and contain myself.

" I- well it's must feels the same but not all woman feel the same Zuri. " I flinched when I heard him say my name.

" I'm finished." I said. I then dropped this sponge back into the water. I look around to see him grabbing a towel to offer me. I grabbed it from him and wrapped myself quickly.

" My name is Chase by the way."

" I don't recall asking you." I then got out of the tub and stand there waiting for his instructions.

He looked angry at my remarks. He then grabbed my hand and led me out the bathroom. His grip hurt and I knew it would bruise. He then brought me into a different room and threw me on the ground.

" Your clothes are on the bed. Put them on and if you keep up your resistance, you will regret it greatly!" He spat before leaving and slamming the door. I lay there baffled. Baffled at the fact that he wasn't killing me or forcing himself on me. I thought that was the only reason he brought me here. But even so, me still being alive is quite a torture.

............

I lay on the bed thinking of ways to escape but was disappointed when nothing came to mind. I couldn't go through the windows, they were far from the ground and not to mention he locked the door shut. I sighed and close my eyes, maybe sleep will make me feel better.

° I got up sweating profusely, I was breathing harshly. I just had a nightmare, it was horrible. I couldn't control my tears and began to bawl my eyes out. Why did everything bad always happened to me. First it was the thing with my parents and while through my grieving I was getting bullied at school, I even got jumped once for no reason. It was almost like the universe was punishing me for existing. Even before my parents death I was getting bullied in middle school leading up to high school. In middle school I thought that I could've use school as to escape home, where my parents were always arguing but boy was I wrong...school was even worse. I remember how the bullying started, when I was in grade 6 starting my first year at middle school, I thought that I was going to be happy as I made a friend on the first day but unfortunately when she saw how badly I was being bullied she left me, abandoned our friendship and left me alone to face the wolves. The bullying started all because a girl took my pen and lied saying that it wasn't mines, I reported her and she got in trouble for stealing and lying. She only got detention for a day.

The next day when I go to school she and her friends ganged me and beat me up and that's how the bullying start. I remember going to school the week after my parents death and seeing something so horrifying and being traumatized, the girl made fun of me and since her dad was the cop who came the house she knew what happened and started a rumour that I was the reason why they died and they died to escape me. You would of thought that after middle school It stop but unfortunately it didn't. The same girl went to my high school and started a rumour about me having sex with the middle school principal, it was so bad that even the principal heard back this rumour and brought the girl's parent into court. I was getting things thrown at me, getting tripped in the hall even got stabbed by a pen when I decided to fought back. The bullying stopped when I finally tell my grandma. I was in grade 10 when she moved us out of town. If I knew that telling her would've made it stopped so quick I would've and that only made me hate myself even more because I could've stopped it but like the fool I was I took it all. I think their was also another reason why she left was to escape the memories of the past, escape seeing the blood stained walls and the people of the town who always brought what happened up. It made our lives miserable and in order to moved on, we had to moved from that town.

The only reason I hadn't killed myself already or even after the incident though I attempted it twice but never again because how my grandma cried, I broke her heart. She cried holding me tightly repeating " god I can't lost another baby!". I felt so guilty,after she lost her child through such a terrible event, I decided to kill myself in a similar way and that hurt her. I also had a philosophy ; To try my best and succeed to make my momma happy, even though she was dead, I knew her spirit was watching over and all she ever wanted was for me to succeed. Also I thought of it as a way of revenge, so even though I was getting bullied I never stopped studying because everyday when I come from school I would put my frustration and anger through my books. The only thing that kept me going was the notion to succeed in life far more than my haters and live lavishly, showing them that what they had done to me only made me stronger and while they are suffering a terrible life, I was living wealthy and happy. But I guess I didn't get to buy that mansion and 5 exclusive cars all because I got kidnapped. My years of hard work was going through to the dirt.

" It's not fair!" I cried out. How is fair? How comes? I worked so hard for all of my A+ , I worked so hard for my college scholarship to a ivy league school and even though I was handed a job at Gregory's firm I worked my ass off there too.

I had to survive this, I had to. I can't die now, my dreams are as close as possible. I can't die and leave my sick grandma, I can't die before proving my bullies wrong, I just can't die before proving my father wrong either. I had to live, I can't die now, I had to proved this man Chase wrong as well. I can't just accept this faith, even if I have to give him my body then so be it. If that means me coming out of this alive then I would gladly accept it.

..........

To be continued

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