I can't wait to get back home, change into a killer LBD, and partaayyy with my amazing bunch of friends! My exams are finally over!!! Yay! I cannot wait to get sloshed. I live alone. So I can drink as much as I want to and come back whenever I want to—with whoever I want to. 

I rush to my car and drive home. An hour later I am looking absolutely to die for. I love makeup and dresses and anything that makes me look the way I look now: too hot to handle. I am wearing a very basic little black dress, killer heels, and dark red lipstick. I decide to let my long brown wavy hair loose. I look at myself in the mirror one last time before I leave. Perfect.

It's already dark, and I go to my garage to get my car out, singing and really excited, when out of nowhere, someone grabs my mouth from behind me. I instantly panic. I try to scream and get the person off me when I feel a stinging sharp pinch in my arm. Ouch.

"Hush... relájate mi amor, está bien." I hear a soothing voice, understanding nothing, as I spiral into nothingness.

Fuck.

My head hurts. My body aches. I just lay down, eyes closed. What the fuck? How much did I drink last night? I slowly open my eyes only to find myself staring at a ceiling decorated with cartoons. I move my head to look around and I see that I am in some infant's room. It's all pink and white with toys and stuffies. There's a cupboard. A desk. A bookshelf. But everything is big in size. I try to get up. I sit up and find myself wearing a baby pink skirt with princesses on it and a plain white tee sans bra. My heart is beating so fast that I think I will pass out. I try to remember what the fuck happened last night when I suddenly recall being kidnapped. I was kidnapped. Holy fuck. But was I really? Who holds their hostage this way?

I am just sitting there dumbfounded, wondering what to do next. I look down and I am in a darn crib. And it's high. I can jump, but I might fall and hurt myself. I definitely will.

I can shout. Should I call for help?

I am just sitting there weighing my options when suddenly the door opens and a man comes inside. He is looking at me and I am looking at him. He is tall. Brown eyes, over 6 ft tall. Broad and muscled. Definitely works out at least 4 days a week. I kind of like his stubble. He is wearing a shirt and denim jeans. He has got huge arms. I am assessing him when he speaks.

"¡Hola! Buenos diás." He says, trying to smile and not scare me off.

"Umm... hi..." 'Hola' is definitely saying hi in what? Italian? Is he Italian?

"Hi," he says back in a weird accent. "Mi nombre es Carlos. Soy su nuevo papá... Umm... daddy." I catch 'Carlos' and 'daddy.' Must be his name. Is he asking for my dad's name?

"Hi, I am Sansa. My father's name is Robert." I say.

"Sansa." He repeats. "Bonito nombre." 

There, I lost him again.

"Why did you kidnap me?" I ask him. He looks at me all confused.

"¿Es amor hambriento?" 

What the fuck? 

"I want to go back home!" I say, louder than I intended to be.

He looks at me. 

I try to get up and jump off the crib. 

He holds me before I fall. He hugs me in his arms like I am a baby. He is really tall and strong compared to my height of 4'10" and petite structure.

"Listen you, Carlos. Let me go! Where the fuck is my phone!? I need to go back home!" I try to fight and get off him. 

"Hush... hushes ... querida. Sé que tienes hambre mi amor. Ahora te consigo algo de leche." 

I do not understand shit, although I recognise his voice from last night.

He walks downstairs with me in his arms, fighting and screaming and trying to get off. Damn, he has a huge house. He walks to the kitchen and makes a bottle of milk with me in his arms, shrieking. He is saying something, to calm me down I suppose, but I am shouting and crying too loudly to hear anything. As it is, I am understanding shit.

He walks to the living room, lays me down in his arms, and tries to feed me the bottle! 

I am screaming and kicking.

I grab the fucking bottle and throw it at the wall in front of me. 

We both pause for a second. He looks angry. Super mad.

Suddenly, he makes me stand up and gives me 5 hard and fast swats on my bum. Ow!

"!Eso no se hace!" He scolds.

I run back upstairs and get inside my room, anything to get away from him.