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He grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall. "That wasn't very nice was it? I was very gentle getting you here. I could have used more aggressive methods. And believe me I can be very aggressive."

"Oh, is that what you call 'gentle'? Kidnapping people?" Yep, he was a certified basket case. He let go of her and went to search a cabinet in the corner of the room. Apparently finding nothing there, he turned and crossed the room to the table and picked up a bottle, draining the contents from it. Alcoholic, maybe.

"Now.." He began walking towards her. Cas steeled herself, unable to move away from him having not moved from her spot on the wall. "You should know that you have to stay here. Luckily I decided not to put you in the red room. You are going to be more for my company and entertainment than any of my other slaves. Of course there are going to be some rules, where you can and cannot go, but I will try to make your stay here less frightening than you may think. When I am in a good mood all is well, if I am in a bad one then...hmm."

Slaves? Red room? Oh god. Cas took a deep breath. He was insane. Insane and deeply perverted. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her along after him. "My house is very large," he continued, "five bedrooms, four bathrooms, two study's, a library, a home gym. The shutters on the windows stay closed in case I awake in the day. But I suppose I will allow you to open them to let some natural light in." Oh, how considerate of you, Cas thought, especially after you kidnapped me. "You will find that I will bring people home and your are not to help them when I do. I understand you attend classes. You will need to tell me your schedule so I can accommodate meals for you and such. Even though I don't eat human food I do enjoy cooking. The smells more than anything.

He stopped in front of a heavy looking door. He opened it and Cas was reluctant to admit it did look good. Not the kind of place she imagined kidnappers keeping their hostages. The furniture looked expensive, each individual piece probably cost more than all her furniture put together. The room was lavishly decorated with warm, earthy colours. It looked like a room in a top hotel. "You may collect your items in a few days time, this weekend you will stay here so you can get used to things. Go to sleep the bathroom is adjoining to yours. There are some night clothes if you wish to use them."

Cas slowly stepped into the room, her shoes sinking into the carpet. "Arturo DeGari. Pleasure to meet you. Goodnight." The door closed behind him.

Cassie waited a few moments, until she was sure that he was gone. She kicked off her shoes and gripped the poster of the bed to stay on her feet and took a few steadying breaths. Shower. She needed to shower first. She smelled of alcohol and sweat. She was tired too. There was no point in trying to figure her way out of here while she was on the brink of exhaustion. She slipped her phone from her bra and shuffled her dress to the floor. She checked her phone. Great, the battery was flat. No calling for help. She dropped her phone in the middle of the bed and headed for the bathroom. Much like the bedroom, the bathroom was expensive and luxurious. The bath was far too big for one person. Cassie shuddered, wondering exactly why Arturo would want a bathtub that big. The shower was opposite. Bottles of shampoo, gels and lotions were lining the tub and the shower. Had he been planning this? And for how long?

Cas shook her head and turned the shower on. Dropping her underwear to the floor, she stepped under the spray. She washed her hair and doused herself in shower gel. When she stepped out of the shower, she was carrying the scent of grapefruit. She wrapped herself in one of the giant towels folded on the dresser. Cas picked her underwear from the floor and went back into the bedroom. She shivered at the change in temperature, goosebumps raising on her arms. Looking through the draw Arturo had indicated, Cas did find night clothes, albeit smaller and silkier than she was used to. She was generally an oversized t-shirt and pants kind of girl when it came to nightwear. These were close fitting, silky and a little bit sexy. Cas finally settled on a pale gold cami and shorts set. She pulled them on, feeling practically naked as she crawled under the duvet. She left her hair, too tired to worry about it. As she drifted off to sleep, she was sure that Arturo had little concept of personal boundaries. If he wanted her to be awake, she was going to be awake whether she wanted to be or not.