Wrapped in luxury, Lica  stands at 5’7”, with a figure that moves with the elegance of a dancer. Her hair, a cascade of chestnut curls, is pinned with a delicate silver hairpin adorned with emeralds,  Her gown is a bespoke piece from the exclusive Parisian designer, Carolyn Lefèvre, tailored to accentuate her every curve. She was kidnapped off the streets of Paris, a city she adored for its vibrant culture and hidden secrets. She was brought to this palatial estate, nestled in the hills of the Poire Valley, known for its sprawling vineyards and historic châteaux. The estate, owned by the enigmatic and powerful figure known as ‘The Collector’, is filled with priceless art and artifacts from around the world.

Her room was unlocked and she was led into a grand dining room, where he sat. This was her third day with him, and the third day she asked him the same thing. "Why am I here?"  Lica said, her voice, a blend of fear and defiance, pierced through the opulent silence of the grand room. Her eyes, traced the angular lines of his handsome face.

Thorne's eyes met hers, a flicker of amusement in the gaze, as he watched her take a seat at the table. "You're here as I said before, because I want you here." He leaned back in the chair, crossing his long legs in a casual yet confident manner.

Lica's heart raced as she tried to control her breathing. She couldn't  believe, that this man had kidnapped her, and now he was sitting there, acting like it was the most normal thing in the world. She felt a wave of anger rise within her as she heard those words again.  She had been kidnapped, and he had the audacity to tell her that she was here because he wanted her? She clenched her fists under the table, her nails digging into her palms. "I am not some object to be possessed," she snapped, her voice shaking with rage.

Thorne eyes narrowed slightly at her outburst, but he remained composed. "I'm aware that you are not an object." He leaned forward, his voice lowering to a whisper. "But you are mine."

Lica's heart skipped a beat at his words, her breath catching in her throat. A surge of fear and anger filling her. She tried to maintain her composure, but her voice trembled. "I'm not yours," she hissed, her eyes flashing with anger. "I am a person, not a possession."

Thorne expression darkened as she spoke, his eyes narrowing. "Oh but you are," his voice low and menacing. "I an the one who decides what happens to you."

Lica felt a wave of panic wash over her as she stared at the food on the table despondently. She had never felt so powerless before, and the thought of being at his mercy was terrifying. Her voice came out emotionless, "And that would be....?"

A flicker of irritation crossed his face. "That would be whatever I want it to be." He leaned back in his chair, his voice lowering, "And right now, I want you to eat your breakfast."

Lica's heart sank as she realized that he wasn't going to answer her questions. She felt like a prisoner, trapped in this luxurious prison, and she hated it. She continued to stare at the plate of food in front of her, her appetite suddenly gone. "I'm not hungry," she said, pushing the plate away.

Thorne's eyes narrowed as he watched her push the plate away, a annoyance reflecting in his gaze. "I didn't ask if you were hungry," he said, his voice in a low growl. "I said you were going to eat your meal. Now do so or I'll force feed you. "

Lica felt a surge of anger rise within her as she heard his words. She was tired of being ordered around and treated like a child. She stood up from the table, her hands balled into fists. "I am not a child, and you can't make me eat.

"He stood up abruptly, rattling the plates on the table, his height towering over her. His eyes flashed with anger. "Don't test me, Lica." His voice was cold and menacing, his face a mask of anger. "I will not hesitate to punish you if you disobey me."

A chill run down Lica's spine as she saw the look in his eyes. She knew that he meant what he said, and she didn't want to find out what he would do if she disobeyed him. She took a deep breath and tried to keep her voice steady. "Fine, I'll eat." She sat back down and picked up her fork.

He watched with satisfaction as she sat back down and picked up her fork. "Good girl." He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he took his seat.

It grated on Lica's nerves hearing him say that and a wave of humiliation washed over her. She wanted to defy him, show him he couldn't contol her, but Lica didn't know what he was capable of and she didn't want to make things worse. She took a bite of the food, forcing herself to chew and swallow, even though her stomach was in knots.

Thorne's eyes followed her movements as she ate, his gaze lingering on her lips. He was always amazed at her beauty, even when she was trying to resist him. He felt a surge of desire rise within him, but he pushed it down. It wasn't the right time.

Lica noticed the way he was looking at her, and she felt a wave of discomfort wash over her. She couldn't help but feel like a piece of meat in his eyes, and it made her feel uneasy. She took another bite of her food, trying to ignore him, but she couldn't help but feel his gaze on her.

His eyes caught hers. "I want you to be ready by 10am We're going on a trip. The maid will pick out your outfit, and you'll wear whatever she chooses." Thorne said, his voice laced with a hint of authority.

Lica's heart sank as she heard his words, her mind racing with thoughts of where they were going and what they would do there. She didn't like the idea of being dressed like a doll by the maid, but she knew she didn't have a choice, she knew better than to argue with him. "A trip? Where are you taking me. Can't I stay here?"

"I own a boat, and we're going on a vacation, where we'll get to know each other a little bit. It would be you and me, and no, you cannot stay here."

Lica's eyes widened as she heard his words. She didn't want to go on a boat with him, and she certainly didn't want to get to know him better. She felt a wave of fear and anxiety wash over her as she thought about being alone with him in the middle of the ocean. "Oh," she said simply, staring at the food in misery.

Thorne's expression grew intense, seeing her misery. "What's wrong? Don't tell me you're afraid of water?" He said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Have you ever been on a boat?"

She nodded her head, Lica's voice a mere whisper. "Yes, I've been on a boat before, but would the maid be there to help me?" She asked desperately, still hoping someone else would be there with them.

He looked at her with irritation. "The maid will not be there. It will just be you and me, on a boat in the middle of the ocean. And you're going to enjoy it."

Lica felt a wave of dread wash over her again as she realized that she was going to be alone with him on a boat, with no way to escape. She was at his mercy, and she didn't know what he would do to her.

They ate in silence for the rest of the breakfast, then Thorne remined her of their departure time, and excused himself and left. Lica sat there, feeling numb and overwhelmed. She couldn't believe that she was going to be spending the next few days with him on a boat. She felt like she was trapped in a nightmare, and she didn't know how she was going to survive this. She took a deep breath and tried to stay calm, but the thought of being alone with him was terrifying. Finally, the maid came to escort her to her room.

"Can you help me escape him." Lica suddenly asked, startling the maid. The maid's eyes widened as she heard Lica's request, her eyes filled with fear. "I'm sorry, but I can't help you." She said, her voice trembling. "I can't go against my master's orders."

Her heart sank as she heard the maid's words. She had hoped that the maid would be able to help her, but it seemed like she was just as powerless as she was. Lica felt a wave of hopelessness wash over her, and she took a deep breath and tried to stay calm, but the thought of being alone with him on the boat was still terrifying.

The maid looked at her with a mixture of pity and fear as she laid out her outfit for the trip, then she turned and walked away, leaving Lica alone in her room. Lica didn't do much after, but she did check around the room for any way to escape. There was none. So she lay on the bed, fear causing all sorts of thoughts to race through her mind until she fell asleep.