Lovers in California: Held For Ransom

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"Well well well, looks like lover boy managed to escape."

I quickly shot around to find Martin stood in the kitchen doorway with his arms crossed - a wicked, evil grin plastered across his face.

"Game's over Martin, stay away from us" I warned and pointed the knife at him.

"Oh this isn't a game, lover boy" he snarled and slowly made his way over to me. As he was doing this, he reached into his pocket and pulled his pocket knife out.

Even though the knife I was holding was a lot bigger than his, I was still worried because at the end of the day, a knife is still a knife.

"I said stay away from us" I warned again and backed up slightly.

Martin chuckled, "you really think you're in charge right now?"

"Yes, now go away" I bluntly replied.

"I'm not going anywhere," he chuckled again, "and neither are you."

I didn't reply but just continued to stare at him. This guy didn't scare me, but I just WISHED I wasn't injured right now, because I just didn't feel strong enough to fight him off.

Martin continued to walk over to me and I continued to back up. However, he had now backed me up into the corner of the kitchen units. This wasn't good at all.

"What are you gonna do now?" He smugly asked.

I gripped the knife in my hand tighter and stared him down. I counted down in my head, ready to slash this guy with the knife.

3.....

2....

1...

I quickly swung at him. However, he somehow knew what I was going to do and quickly grabbed my wrist that was holding the knife and pinned it against the cupboard above me.

"Arrrrgh" I groaned as I dropped the knife, moving my head to the side so it didn't cut me as it fell.

Martin suddenly put his pocket knife up against my throat (god knows how many times he's done this to me now), forcing my head back up to lean against the cupboard and trapping me there.

"That wasn't very smart of you, was it?" he snarled and pressed the knife further into my throat.

I continued to stare at him. This was definitely it. He's already tried to kill me once, what's going to stop him now? I needed to think of something quick before he eventually has enough and ends me.

"Was it?!" Martin suddenly shouted, causing me to jump and cut my thinking process off.

"Please Martin, we've had enough" I tried to beg.

"Oh I'm sorry, has it gotten too scary for you?" He sarcastically asked in a baby like voice.

"I promise you can have our money" I replied weakly. Fuck I was not strong enough for this right now.

"I don't even want your money anymore, torturing you is so much more satisfying."

"Okay fine, but can you please just let Isabelle free then? You can keep me and do whatever you want, but please, she needs to go home."

Martin chuckled, "do whatever I want to you, huh? Hmm, well that does sound like a good idea."

I didn't reply to this. Obviously I didn't actually mean it and of course I didn't want to be kept to be tortured, but it was all I could think of.

"God the things I would do to you," Martin snarled again, "while I'm torturing you, I could also make you my little bitch."

As he said 'bitch', he kind of spat on my fucking face - disgusting.

"You see, I'm not really into guys but I guess I could make an exception for you."

Ewwww what the fuck?! This just took a whole 360° turn.

However, I didn't reply or react. I wasn't going to rise to this. So all I did was stare at him.

"You're thinking about it now, aren't you?" He questioned.

Again, I continued to stare at him, but after a few seconds, I diverted my eyes over to the doorway. This caused him to look over as well. I think he thought someone was there, possibly Isabelle, but no one was there. Therefore, I took my chance and grabbed the kettle with my left hand, (which just so happened to be to the left of me and also full of water) and whacked him around the head with it.

"Arrrrgh!" He groaned out in pain and collapsed to the floor.

Shit. Quick. I grabbed the knife I had before and made my way out of the kitchen. I thought I had knocked him out cold, but I soon realised that that wasn't the case when I felt him grab my left ankle. I stumbled slightly, but managed to steady myself. I turned around and stomped hard on his wrist with my other foot, causing him to release his grip from my ankle. "Fuck you!" I growled and left the room.

Now I needed to move fast. Martin clearly wasn't knocked fully unconscious, but he was a little out of it, so I had a tiny bit of time.

"Isabelle?!" I called out and ran up the stairs. I figured she would be in the bedroom, so there was where I went. "Isabelle!" I said in relief as I saw her on the bed. Yes she was tied to it, but she still had all of her underwear on, so I guess that was a good thing?

"Nathan" Isabelle softly said and then started crying when she saw me.

"No baby, don't cry, I'm here now and we're gonna get out of this," I reassured her in a soothing voice as I quickly went over to her, "but we need to move quickly though."

I cut her ankle rope bindings with the knife and then her wrists. Once she was free, I carefully helped her get up and off the bed.

"Are you hurt? Did he touch you?" I questioned as she stepped off.

Isabelle shook her head, "no, to both of those questions."

"Okay good," I nodded and then gently took hold of her hands and looked directly at her, "babe listen, we need to get out of here quickly. I hit him around the head but he isn't unconscious."

She looked deeply into my eyes and nodded along to show she was listening.

"Come on, let's get out of here" I said and took her hand and then led the way to the door.

Suddenly out of nowhere, Martin jumps out in front of me in the doorway, blocking the way out. This caused us to jump back, and also a scream came from Isabelle.

I pushed Isabelle so she was behind me and pointed the knife at Martin.

"You two love birds think you're going somewhere?"