I woke up realizing that my body was being dragged across the floor. I didn’t know where I was and I immediately began to struggle against whomever was holding me. Abruptly whoever it was, stopped walking and viciously kicked me in the side.

I gasped at the pain and turned away from the next blow that caught me close to my ribs. I couldn’t breathe from the pain. I could only lay there and moan, attempting to shield myself from the next blow. I felt the person who kicked me drag me up by my hair. He then slammed me against the wall. I slid down the wall in too much pain to do anything. Breathing was a difficult task, let alone trying to defend myself.

“Easy, easy, Pinkie. Miss Nia is our guest. Let’s not kill her. At least not yet,” came a voice from down the hall.

I looked around and finally realized that I was in someone’s home. Well not just anyone’s home, but Mr. Wall Street himself. He was looking down at me with a smile on his face.

“Hi, Nia. Welcome to my summer home. I hope you like it.” He then kneeled down in front of me and traced a hand down my face. I recoiled away from his hand, my teeth now chattering with fear.

“What are you doing? What are you going to do to me?” I said choking back a sob.

“Oh come now, Nia. You were so tough in the bar the other day, so cold. I found it unbelievably sexy by the way.” He paused and began to stroke my hair, gently at first. And then unexpectedly, he wound his hand into my hair, gripped a chunk of it and snatched my face towards his.

I grimaced and tried to pull away. He responded by roughly slapping me across the face with his free hand. When I cried out, he laughed. I vowed in that moment to never give him the pleasure of hearing me cry out again.

“You’re so haughty. You think you’re better than me or something. I can have any girl I want, Nia. You should have been honored that I even paid attention to you. You, a nobody working in a seedy bar.”

I stared into his eyes and finally saw what repelled me. It was something about his eyes. Madness. That’s what they reflected. His eyes were expressionless and empty as if he didn’t have a soul. He was insane, clearly. He wasn’t just an arrogant, rich boy. No this man had no scruples because he had no moral compass. It was hard to have a moral compass when you didn’t have a soul apparently.

I stayed quiet, too scared to speak. I felt anything I said would be taken as a personal affront which would lead to more abuse. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. My body hurt so much that I felt the need to throw up and honestly staying conscious was a struggle.

I felt my body slumping forward and this time Pinkie slapped me across the face preventing me from slipping into unconsciousness. “The boss is still talking. Pay attention.”

“It’s okay, Pinkie. I have plenty of time to get better acquainted with Ms. Nia.” He then smirked as he said, “She won’t have any questionable characters in drag defending her this time. Oh and by the way,” he smiled sickly at me and punched me in my stomach. I crumpled to a ball on the floor, “That was for the bathroom incident in the club.”

I groaned as I tried to sit back up, holding my stomach. Mr. Wall Street winked at me, stood up and walked away.

Pinkie continued dragging me across the floor. I realized that it was covered in a plush area rug. I attempted to look around, although I felt my face starting to swell. I was in what appeared to be a mansion. I wondered how long I had been missing and if Honey knew in what direction they had taken me. I prayed that she did. I didn’t get a chance to continue that line of thought as Pinkie shoved me into a room and slammed the door.

I heard him lock it from the outside. I sat there for a second and took in my surroundings. My head was killing me but I forced myself to focus. I realized that I was in a bedroom. I slowly stood up and went to the windows. They were barred. What type of mansion was this? I looked around for something to defend myself with for when Pinkie came back. There weren’t any lamps. There was just a mirror on a side wall and a large bed in the middle of the room.

I began to pace up and down the room, trying to figure out what to do. I was afraid for my life, but I needed to think; I needed to come up with a plan. I spotted a little camera in the far left corner and pretended I didn’t see it. No matter what I did, it would have to be pretty stealth, I thought with a sigh. Apparently I was being watched. I was imprisoned in a mansion, locked in a room with a bed covered in ridiculously fluffy pillows. What was I supposed to do? Beat Pinkie away with a pillow when he came back? A hysterical giggle forced itself out of my mouth.

For some reason, I couldn’t stop them and I began to laugh hard, hysterically. First I’m almost kidnapped, then I find out the man, or rather men of my dreams are werewolves and now I'm kidnapped by a loser in a ten-thousand-dollar suit. My life freaking sucked. I laughed until my giggles turned into sobs and I fell down to the floor with my back to the wall. I pulled my knees up to my chest and continued to sob until I was dry heaving and I had no more tears to shed.

I gulped and looked around as I heard a hissing sound, like a gas leak. It sounded like vents were opening and before I knew it, I could no longer keep my eyes open and I found myself falling into a deep sleep.

I figured as I stared Mr. Wall Street down that they had knocked me out with some sort of gas before tying me up to the chair I currently found myself on. My wrists hurt. Who was I kidding? My whole body hurt but none of that mattered any more as I smiled as Mr. Wall Street brought back his hand to strike me again.

He stopped and seemed confused by my smile. “What are you smiling about?” he asked clearly disconcerted.

“I would run if I were you,” I mumbled and then spit on the floor, clearing my mouth of the blood that pooled there.

“Run?” He laughed. “From you?” He looked at Pinkie who smiled at him in amusement.

“No. It’s not me that you have to be afraid of.”

“Oh really? Then who should I be afraid of?” Mr. Wall Street said, playing along. “This is amusing, isn’t it Pinkie.” Pinkie grunted but looked perturbed when he heard the dogs barking in the distance.

“I’ll be back. I need to check out why the dogs are barking.” He then disappeared out the door.

“You must be such a stud if you have to kidnap a woman to get her attention,” I teased.

His face hardened, “I take what I want. I’m a man of action.”

I smirked. “You’re like a toddler who had a tantrum. Can’t get what you want so you forcefully take it.” I tilted my head to the side and said, “It must be tough being so emotionally stunted that you have to hurt people to get off.”

“Shut up---”

“Oh, poor baby,” I said faking sympathy, “Are you going to cry now? Did I guess right? I bet you’re even impotent too. What are you packing in those pants of yours? An inch worm?”

He grabbed me by my neck then and began to strangle me. I tried my best to get away from him and eventually fell over in the chair.

He stood above me with a look of fury on his face and as he raised his leg to stomp me, the door flew open courtesy of Pinkie’s body that went flying through it. Pinkie attempted to sit up and realized belatedly that his arms were no longer attached to his body. Mr. Wall Street stared at his friend and then his eyes widened as he saw the creature standing there in the hall.

He backed up, slowly, shaking his head no. The bear-like creature snarled and raised up on its hind legs. It eerily walked over to Mr. Wall Street and lowered its head to his face. I saw liquid pool around Mr. Wall Street’s feet and realized that he had peed himself.

And then his eyes widened even more as a second snarling creature appeared at the door. This one approached me on all fours and easily cut away the ropes that bound my wrists with its razor sharp nails. It then nudged me towards the door.

Mr. Wall Street was shaking as both creatures began to pace around him. I turned my head away knowing what would happen next. I walked as quickly as my tired legs would carry me out of the room and down the stairs.

I could hear the screams of Mr. Wall Street as they echoed across the house. They went from screams of fear to screams of pain and then finally there was silence. I pushed through his front door and finally my legs gave out on me. Someone caught me in their arms. It was Honey. I instantly began to sob.

“It’s okay, love. We got you. We got you. It’s okay. The nightmare’s over. It’s okay,” she said as she hugged me to her chest and rocked me like a child.