Meredith
I had thought I had left it behind in New Orleans.Images of the woman laying in her own pool of blood and a man with a bloodied knife in his hand assaulted my brain. I looked at him, and he stared back at me. I was breathing heavily, and the lady from yesterday had already left.His blue eyes narrowed down on me, pinning me in an intense gaze.This man was dangerously beautiful; his pointed nose sat on his pink lips, which had been pressed into a thin line. His jaw looked hard and square, his forehead smooth, and his skin olive. His full brows accentuated his beautiful looks; his hair was pulled backwards into a small bun; and his features left me mesmerised. I stood afloat; fear was running through my veins. He pushed himself off the railings elegantly and went to take a seat on one of the chairs, and I’m left to wonder how such a cold-hearted killer could be this attractive."Come sit with me," he said in a soft yet firm voice that made really wild thoughts roam in my head. I may just willingly give in to being this man’s slave.I lift my heavy brick feet and walk towards him, settling into the seat opposite him. The strong scent of masculine perfume clouds my nose, and I can’t help but lower my head a little at the intensity of his gaze."Now sit leaning into the chair completely, your hands above your head." My head shot up in disbelief.What the fuck? Was he some sort of sick photographer that got the images of lean girls in their most uncomfortable moods?His ocean-like orbs narrow down to slits in me, and I move to comply. Just as he says, I lean into the chair until my back touches the furniture and pull my arms over my head. The hem of my gown rode up past my mid-thighs, and the rough fabric grazed my nipples, hardening them. God, being in this man’s presence was sexually energising.Dying from embarrassment, I shut my eyes, waiting for his next instructions, the words of my captors playing afresh in my head. "Stay good, and you may just make it to the week's end."But the next thing that happened made me want to throw away the advice. The feeling of two hands that didn’t belong to me fondling my breast from my shirt made my insides shiver, and my eyes shot open.It felt good, but so wrong."What are you doing?" I asked quickly, moving my hands towards him to knock it away, but he held both of my hands together and shoved them back up into my head, pinning it in place. "Your curiosity led to this new path; I’m going to be doing more than just feeling your breasts." The word sounded so foreign coming out of his lips, and it made my face flush and my body heat up.He leaned in to check my temperature, placing the back of his palm on my forehead, and then let go of me."Henceforth, you do as I say; failure to comply with an order would force me to put you in the same position as I’d put the other woman." I gulped, looking up at him before managing a stiff nod.Maybe it was disobedience that had made him kill the other woman, and I just had to comply and agree to let him use my body.Oh heavens, how did things go from me being super excited to graduate from a prestigious school to forcing myself to willingly let a stranger sleep with me? Maybe for my life I would, because there’s still a small part of me that's extremely scared of him. How on earth had he known where I’d be and who I was? I was more than certain he had not even seen my face that night."How did you know where to find me?" I askedHe released me and settled back properly into his own seat."You’d be released into school environments and placed under strict observation. If you spill a word about what happened to the cops, the FBI You wouldn’t like the result." I fell to my knees in gratitude. I’d expected to give up on my education and spend the rest of my life offering myself to this man. He was somehow thoughtful, or is that my mediocre perception of him?I tried to remind myself that he had taken the life of a lady roughly three days ago and definitely wouldn’t hesitate to take mine."Thank you, sir," I said, and he pulled me to my feet."Freshen up, eat some food, and lie in whatever way you can to cover up for your lost time. I’ve got my eyes on you, Meredith, he said, and with that, he walked away from my presence.I almost cried in joy at the news.My words come back to haunt me—the words I’d said to the men at the warehouse: for the love of my life, I was going to shut up and pretend I had no idea that hundreds of other girls could be saved, but because I prioritise myself more, I’d not offer up any information.The bitterness that filled my heart at the realisation made me cry harder, but not out of joy; this would be another form of punishment. I knew I could save others, but I was choosing to keep quiet.What would I tell Mom? Goodness, they must have my phones and other personal belongings. How do I face my roommate? The image I hadn’t even begun to build has been torn down before I’ve even had the chance to do anything.I finally got up weakly, stumbled to the room I was kept in, and managed a shower. By the time I got out, there were new clothes lying on the bed and food covered up in a silver tray on the bed.I put on the clothes that felt too loose and proceeded to eat my first meal in days. Just as I finished, an unusual feeling of tiredness overcame me, and I gave into it only to wake up in a moving car.MeredithI never thought I would see the inside of the school environment again.I was left to find a way to fend for myself, apparently being watched by this mystery man who had made a decision to spare my life. He could have finished me off, like he did to that cold lady, but he chose to spare my life. My head was pounding; I think my food was mixed with something that had put me out for some weird reason.I sighed walking into my dorm room when Kayla was wandering around the room. I staggered into my dorm room. My stuff was still on my bed, unpacked."Yo, you look terrible." I shrugged, not knowing what to tell her. It was one thing to scream my lungs out; it was entirely different to spill what I had experienced. She might be the one who is watching me. Not to sound clingy or anything, but he doesn't seem like the kind of man who minces his words. I didn't want to find out what he meant when he said he was watching me. Kayla looked at me with wary eyes and asked, "Are you sure you
MeredithHis name rolled off my tongue in a savoury way. At the same time, it brought shivers down my spine.He was a cold killer, yet he had shown me kindness. My ringtone snapped me out of my thoughts. I was surprised that my phone was still with me. I looked at my desk and saw my bag that had me lost when I was kidnapped. The little cash I had and my phone were still intact."How did these get here?" I asked myself, checking over my shoulder, if anyone was here. I was the only one in the room. The ringtone buzzed, snapping me out of my fear. It was Mom.I groaned, realising just how much she might be worried. I quickly answered the phone."Hey Mom!""You ran off to a new country without notice, and now you won't pick up my calls? Sending lame messages that you are fine?""I sent a message." I glared, wondering if it really was my mom speaking to me. I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. Stupid girl. "I'm so sorry, Mom. It's the beginning of the school season, and everyth
Meredith"Nsh, you don't have to worry about it." Kayla dismissed it as quickly as possible."It sounds like something to worry about." The only thing I knew was that I was having a crisis; I couldn't talk to anyone about it. That was the safest part. If there was a party to drain those sorrows, I wanted to be invited. I just want to see and get acquainted. The mystery man only said not to spill; it wasn't holding me from having fun."It is a party that everyone attends. Like a tradition or something. Every founding family has a party to welcome most people to the school. Including foreigners like yourself.""You make it sound like a cult or something." She had that serious look someone gives you before luring you to their death. "You are not serious, right?"No, I'm not. C'mon, if there was a cult in this school, my parents would pull me out immediately. They did their research before letting me come here. You do not have to worry; it is just a harmless party." She paused, and I was
Meredith.The moment they mentioned Nolan, everything came to a halt.I have never known grief like this. It seems that there is always something to whine about. I imagined everything from the very beginning to the end. The tightness in my chest increased, to say the least, even as I sat in this van waiting for her to spill the details.She gave me his picture. I stared at the picture for a while, running my hands through his face. He is the mystery man, Fabian Salvatore. The one that was not really seen was, according to Kayla, He was supposed to be engaged, and yet he was feeling me under his grasp. I wonder if his fiancée was among them too. I would love to know if putting me through all that was worth it. The pain of knowing that I made the most terrible choice to be drunk on the first night of going to a club Everything went wrong from there."I don't see how I can help you." I whispered, still looking at Fabian's picture."We just want to know your experience with him. What exa
MeredithI thought we were going far. I was expected to be blindfolded and taken to another unknown location. The way he hauled me into the car made everything suspicious. There was a little redness in my arms as I snapped out of his grip. This time, I had a clear picture of him; he was indeed a man to swoon over. The way Kayla talked about him,he felt like a god all over Italy. I never understood it until now."I didn't do anything. I quietly said It was a lie, and even I found it difficult to believe. The question was if he believed me. He couldn't just come here if something wasn't wrong; something must have happened that he had to drive here to embarrass me."Do you believe that? He narrowed his eyes at me."Yes, of course. He laughed. His laughter was like music to my ears, but it indeed had a mocking tone to it. "If you brought me here to lock me up, you should just say it.""Mock you, amore? Nah. I came here to get something out of you.""What's that?" "The truth." His lips tw
Meredith"I will believe you just this once. He said this, still staring into my eyes. "If I find out that you are lying to me in any way, It won't be funny anymore; you will be seeing me more often than you realise. Even in your dreams.""Huh? My dreams?" "Yeah, you have no idea the things I can do to you that are going to mess up your mind really badly." He gave me a flirtatious look, holding my gaze as I swallowed. His watercolour eyes traced the lines of my body with a smirk on his face."Do I even want to know?""If you want to, I can show you right now. He drew me close to himself; even with the cool atmosphere in the car, I was still feeling the heat between both of us. I tried to leave his grasps, but I only ended up getting closer, where I could feel his breath close to mine. What have I gotten myself into? I asked myself over and over again as I avoided his gaze. He raised my chin. "What do you say, love?" Should I show you the things I could do with this body of yours?"I
FabianI couldn't stop thinking about her.There was just something in her that was like a magnet, drawing me close every time I had to avoid her as the main conversation in my head. Every attempt was futile because I always thought of the most unique way I would unravel her with my hands as he moaned for me to wreak havoc inside of her. I wanted more than just six metres; I wanted all of her: her wits, her laughter, her eyes on mine, and her slender fingers on my chest. I didn't ask for much.I knew trouble was coming for me when she saw me dealing with that whore called Natasha, who had been getting on my nerves since day one. It's a good thing I wouldn't need to worry about her because I had a very weird way of handling issues. Meredith didn't see that, but with time, she may be comfortable around me. The picture of her sitting close to me was visited again. There was nearly nothing that could take the image from my mind. I had imprinted the best of her into my very soul. As clingy
MeredithFrom the moment Fabian talked about death, I knew I had to get rid of him before he put me in a body bag and sent me to my mom. Then, it seemed impossible because he seemed like the kind of person who runs the country. There was only one kind of person who might have such power: a mafia lord. Although, from the way he was composed, you wouldn't know the kind of things he was capable of until he showed you or told you. I sighed, staring into blank space. I was mortified at how things turned out so quickly. Now, he has insisted that he is interested in me.A man like Fabian Salvatore should not be interested in me. I barely have a life going on for me, and that interest was going to be my ruin somehow. Kayla already had an idea that I was involved with the Salvatores; it was only a matter of time before the whole school knew. It beats me to know what it feels like to be infamous and be acquainted with the Salvatores."I'm so doomed." I muttered to myself, groaning into my pillo