The Stranger: Part 2

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This is part two of my story… enjoy!
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Lily woke to find that she was alone in his bed.

The room was filled with a soft, mid-morning glow that came from the huge floor to ceiling window that made up the far wall. She lay in the soft bed, thinking about the prior night’s events.

Sitting up, she found that she was incredibly sore. She was sore in places she didn’t even know could BE sore.
But she also felt strangely satisfied. She’d basically been raped, so why did she feel so good?

Throwing off the fluffy goose down comforter, she realized that she was still naked.
Rolling out of bed, she tore the light cotton bed sheet off of the mattress and wrapped it around herself tightly, then began searching the room for clothes.

She found her camera bag in one corner, but nothing to wear.

Wandering into the bathroom, she found that even her ripped clothes she’d tossed in the trash earlier had been taken; Though she did find a small, white silk nightgown hanging on the door, and an un-opened toothbrush on the edge of the sink.
Now she was slightly worried. If she couldn’t find something to wear, she couldn’t leave.

After brushing her teeth and using the bathroom, she put on the nightgown (which was soft, but mostly see-through) and wandered out into the hallway.

Cautiously, she padded into the next room, unsure if he would be waiting for her.
Wandering silently around the apartment, she found that she was alone.

Making her way down the spiral staircase that led to the kitchen, she found a large plate of fruit and cheese, scrambled eggs, pancakes, bacon, as well as a pitcher of orange juice.
In front of the food was a small, hand-written, note that read “Enjoy” in elegant hand writing.

She knew the food had been left out for her, and she didn’t want to eat it, but she was too hungry not to.
Sitting down on one of the bar stools in front of the counter, she filled her plate with food and scarfed it down enthusiastically, finding that it was still warm.

Once she was finished eating, she wandered back up the stairs and over to the elevator.
She stared down at the keypad uncertainly and began punching in random codes, desperately trying to remember what code he had punched in when they’d arrived.

She didn’t have her clothes, but surely if she could just get out, someone would help her.

Suddenly the little yellow light on the keypad turned red and a high pitched alarm began to sound.
She jumped back in alarm, slightly panicked, and began punching in random numbers, trying to get the loud siren to stop.
After a few minutes, which seemed like hours to her, the alarm faded and the little red light began to flash.

“Ok, I guess I won’t be getting out that way.” She mumbled to herself, feeling frustrated.

In a sudden flash of inspiration, she remembered her cell phone in her camera bag. Running back to the bedroom, she grabbed her bag and unzipped the front pocket.

Her phone was missing.

She couldn’t believe it; not only had he locked her in his apartment with no clothes, but he’d also stolen her phone!
Now she was pissed. Wandering back out into the hall, she began searching the apartment for her phone, or any phone.

After about a half hour of searching, she’d had no luck. However, she had found three mysteriously locked doors, and a door that led out to a large patio with a small Pool and Jacuzzi.

Roaming around the patio, she searched for some sort of fire escape, thinking she might be able to climb down to safety. She found nothing.
Bending over the edge of the balcony railing, she began shouting for help. Much to her dismay, she realized that she was too high up for even passerby on the street to hear her.

After about two hours of wandering around looking for an escape route, and even trying the elevator again, she found that she was just as stuck as when she’d started.

Deciding to embrace her surroundings and just confront her captor when he arrived, she strode over to the fireplace, flopping down onto the long, comfortable black couch.

She sat staring out the huge window, watching the busy city below. It was a beautiful apartment, she thought, really taking in her surroundings for the first time. If it weren’t for the situation she was in, she might actually enjoy being stuck in a place this beautiful.

Suddenly, she heard the ping of the elevator behind her, and jumped up just as the doors parted.

Seconds later, Nikolae came strolling casually into the room, stopping when he noticed her.

“Good evening,” he said coolly, smiling cockily at her.

“How was your day?” he asked, raising one eyebrow.

He was wearing a black suit with a white dress shirt beneath it, and a dark blue pinstripe tie. He looked like a very powerful man; A very sexy, powerful man.

Pulling the sheer nightgown tightly around her, she strode toward him angrily.

“Where the FUCK are my clothes!?” she demanded.

He looked amused.

“I prefer you without them.” He smiled as he looked her up and down appraisingly.

He stepped toward her and, in one swift movement, pulled the gown off and tossed it aside.

She did her best to cover herself with her arms and scowled up at him, blushing bright red.

“I think it’s a little late for that.” He chuckled.

In one quick move, he grabbed her wrists and pulled them to her sides, forcing her to uncover herself.
She squirmed free of his grip and stepped backward.

“You can’t just lock me up in here like I belong to you!