The room Evelyn is in is dark, the only light she sees is coming from outside and could be seen from underneath the door.

Her hands and feet are tight with rope to the metal chair she was sitting on. Her dark hair fell a little in her face as her eyes scanned to room she was in slowly. Her eyes still adjusting to the dark room.

Her mouth is dry and her lips chapped. She runs her tongue over them lightly, feeling the small cracks in her bottom lip. The dress she was wearing a couple of days ago still cladding her frame.

She hears footsteps coming from afar but they were nearing the door. She could see the shadow of the person from underneath the door.

Her breath hitched as the door opens, she took a mental note that the door wasn't locked. The door hits the wall as the person steps inside.

"Hello Gorgeous." The voice belonged to the person she practically had tattooed in her brain. And that wasn't a good thing.

The Ginger look at the Small girl in front of him with a smirk on his lips. As he takes a step inside, he turns the light on and closes the door. Evelyn closes her eyes at the bright light that suddenly lit the room up.

He crouched in front of her. "You must be thirsty." He says

Evelyn slowly nods as she watches her kidnappers hands carefully. The ginger places a glass of water against her lips. He tilts the glass slowly, letting the water fill her mouth.

She drinks the water slowly, but he takes the glass away way too soon for her liking. He puts the glass on the ground next to her tied left foot.

"What do you want from me?" She asks shyly, feeling exposed to him with the look he is giving her.

"I would have thought you would have figured that out by now, Evelyn." As her name falls from his lips she looks him in the eyes.

"I did not, Jerome." She looks down again. "So, what is it?"

The ginger tilts her head up by her chin, making her look at him again.

"I want you to rule with me." He smirks. "To be my Queen like we talked about long ago."

His laugh fills the room as Evelyn looks at him with disgust.

"I talked about that with someone different, Jerome. You're not the same guy I want as my King." She glared at him.

"Oh! But I haven't changed, you see. I'm still the same guy that kissed your soft, pink lips for the first time." Jerome smirks as he put his left hand on her right thigh. His face close to hers.

Evelyn takes this opportunity to spit in his face.

In shock, he backs his face up. He licks the spit from his bottom lip and gives Evelyn a strange look before smirking.

"That was strangely pleasant. Do it again." Jerome says, his face comes once again closer to hers.