His Obsession

2 | Contrary

Leena Rigaliz 

He wrapped his hand around my forearm leading the way through the dark narrow hallways of the building he questioned me in. I looked around trying to map the place out for any exits.

Though the chances of making a run for it were slim to none. Besides, I was in no position to pull anything sudden. Not with the sniper in his left hand as we walked. 

It seemed like there were no exits, not one door. Just long hallways leading to more hallways, it was like a maze but by the way, he turned corners confidently he must know his way through this hell hole.

It felt like we'd never stop walking, I caught a trail of blood in one of the hallways but we didn't end up turning into that one. 

His phone rang bringing me out of my thoughts. 

He let go of my arm as he fished out his phone. He began speaking french. I could only barely make out the conversion. Something about guns and guys. 

He turned around facing away from me now. 

This was my chance, if I didn't make a run for it now I wouldn't get a chance to do it later. I looked around looking for a new hallway to follow. 

There was only one left, I was too far to see if it lead to a new one. I glanced back at him he was still turned giving me one clear shot to run. 

Taking a deep breath I bolted running faster than I ever had through the hallway. He noticed pretty soon as heavy steps followed closely behind. Every part of me felt heavy, the adrenaline running through my veins as I turned into a different hallway. 

I turned several corners to lose him, but he seemed to know exactly what route I'd take. In a split second, it was over a dead end. 

I looked at the empty wall for a moment, wondering if this is where I'd die. Maybe if I hadn't run I'd be in a better situation. I could feel his presence behind me. 

"Take one more fucking step and I'll blow your brains out," He said between gritted teeth. He stepped closer the heat radiating off him. I didn't even know his name. 

"You're a bold fucking thing aren't you?" He observed as he pushed a few strands of my hair off my shoulder from behind me. 

I sucked in a breath as his cold skin brushed against mine. He gripped a fistful of my hair pulling my head back to bring it closer to him.

"Don't try that shit again, I don't do second chances" He whispered as he brought a needle to my neck injecting me with whatever was in it, 

And then I was gone. 

***

My head throbbed, my body ached. I felt like shit, to say the least. I couldn't remember anything past that injection. I had no idea where I was.

My scenery was quite interesting, I was in a room with 4 men surrounding me and then him at the very front. 

He stared at me as I pushed myself up from the chair to sit straight. Everyone's eyes landed on me. Watching my every move like a hawk. It was nerve-wracking, to say the least. 

Nobody spoke, just watched. Like I was some kind of exotic animal in a zoo.

"Nobody touches her," He ordered, everyone's eyes landed on him.

"Thought she was just bait" One of the men asked, 

"That, and she could be used for a little bit more" He answered.