Kidnapped: And The Kidnappers Son Is Cute

I like Chris!

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"Hello, we're back."

The man who kidnapped me and his son made their way to me, still sitting in the chair tied up.

"I'm now hungry...." I hesitated.

"Great, your dinner is ready. Untie her, Chris, and get her up in the house."

Chris untied me, then carried me up to the kitchen. Their house was in the moutains, small, dark and isolated.

I was sat down in a wooden chair, then one of my hands was tied, the doors locked up, black curtains on every window. I ate quickly, a bit home-sick.

"I want to go home!" I cried as I finished the last of my maceroni and cheese, chicken, and water.

"Please, don't go yet." Chris untied me, then held my hand. "I like you."

My heart skipped a beat, and he lead me to his room. "My dad said you can sleep with me in my room, or you sleep in that chair downstares, but only for tonight. What will it be, Darling?"

I smirked. "Is the chair uncomfy?"

"Very not."

"Then, I'll stay with you."

He lead me to his bed where I sat down, and he shut his door, locked it inside out, and sat beside me. The room was small, like a closet.The bed was king size, took up most of the room, and he had a desk, chair, and dressor.

The room was painted black, and the carpet black also. ''Do you like me, Gabriella?" Chris put his arm on my leg. I shivered.

"I do....." I said truthfully. "How old are you?"

He smiled, and turned the lights off. "I'm 16. Your.... 14. Cold?" He asked as he layed down in the bed, me still sitting there.

"Mhm....." I lied.

He pulled me down to the bed beside him and put the blankets over both of us. "Goodnight, Gabriella..." He whispered in my ear.

I turned to face him, our faces seconds away from eachothers. "Goodnight, Christopher."

Then he kissed me. Our lips touched for moments. And I fell asleep, his arm around my waste, dreaming about that kiss, and forgetting the fact that I was kidnapped.