Lovers in California: Held For Ransom

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--Nathan's POV--

I looked up in fear hearing this. What did he mean? Have some fun with Isabelle? Deep down I think I knew what he meant, but I was in denial.

Martin strolled over to Isabelle, "let's make you more comfortable, shall we?" He asked as he went behind her and started untying the rope that connected her wrists to the chair.

"What are you going to do to me?" Isabelle asked nervously.

"Oh doll face, don't worry, it'll be fun" was all he replied as he forced her to stand up and then slung her over his shoulder.

"Put her down!" I suddenly called out. I couldn't just sit there anymore and pretend I was in too much pain to talk. Hell no was this happening.

"Ohhhhh, lover boy has finally found his voice again!" Martin joyfully said.

"Please, leave me alone! I don't want to have fun" Isabelle complained and kicked her legs around.

Martin walked past and behind me to the black board. I had my eyes on him the whole time but I thought this would be a good time to try and get a good start on getting my hands free, so I frantically rubbed my wrists against the ring.

As he was grabbing a handful of rope, it meant Isabelle and I could look at each other. She looked up at me and looked absolutely terrified.

I sensed that he was going to turn back around, so I quickly stopped rubbing my wrists and moved them back just in time, hoping he didn't get any idea of what I was doing.

"Let's go have some fun, Isabelle" Martin taunted and walked past me again, heading towards the stairs. As he walked past me, he looked down at me and gave me a smug smirk as if to say 'what are you going to do about it?'

"Please let her go!" I begged. This wasn't fair.

"Please! Where are you taking me?!" Isabelle asked in fear, her voice cracking slightly as if she was about to cry.

Martin ignored us both and carried on up the stairs.

"NATHAAAAN!" She then cried out to me followed by her sobbing.

The basement door slammed shut before I could even reply and say anything to her. Even with the door shut, I could still hear her screaming and crying, but it soon faded as they must have carried on through the house.

I sat there for a second in shock at what had just happened. I needed to get out of here and QUICK.

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--Isabelle's POV--

I was so scared. What was he going to do to me?

I was hysterically crying, screaming and kicking my legs around, trying to get Martin to let me go, but it all fell on deaf ears.

He took me up another set of stairs that were right next to the basement door and into a bedroom.

This bedroom was quite small and dark. It had a dark wooden double bed and matching wardrobe, beside tables and chest of drawers. The window looked like it had cracked, and the curtains were old and ripped.

"Leave me alone!" I screamed out as he led me over to the bed.

"Be quiet and lay down" Martin replied calmly as he plonked me onto the bed.

As soon as I landed, I tried scooching backwards to get away from him.

He just smirked at me though, "there's no getting away from me" he snarled as he climbed onto the bed, "now come here."