Don't Deny The Animal (Preying On You Tonight) - A Maroon 5/Adam Levine Fic

Chapter 3

I was lying in the bed after my shower when it hit me like a tonne of bricks. I was going to die. I couldn’t stop the tears. I was going to fucking die. I had been kidnapped by none other than Adam Levine after seeing him dispose of a body. The world doesn’t get much crazier. I don’t know what to do. No one explains how to get out of these situations. The door opened and Adam walked in, his eyes glued to me. I was wearing what I assume are his clothes, a grey hoodie and some sweatpants.

“You are beautiful.” He smiled, my body betrayed me, I felt the blush spread across my cheeks. I’ll be damned, apparently the fact he is a psycho does nothing to dissuade my body from thinking he is    h-o-t.

“And you are a psychopath.”

“That’s getting old real quick.” He sighed, taking a step closer. I shuffled back, pressing myself against the headboard desperate for any distance. “Afraid are we?” There was a gleam in his eyes that scared me more than I already was. I remained silent, hoping maybe he’d get bored and leave. “What’s your name?” I think I read somewhere making a connection appeals to their humanity, but with the conversations I’ve overheard I think it’s unlikely there is any.

“Natasha.” My voice was quiet, I was struggling to stay calm.

“A sexy name for a sexy lady.” He moved even closer so he was stood at the edge of the bed.

“Please Adam, let me go home.” I risked making eye contact.

“That can’t happen I’m afraid. It can never happen. I’ve taken a liking to you Natasha.” The way my name rolled off his tongue seemed so natural, damn my stupid body. “Let’s hope it stays that way, for your sake.” While I was busy reprimanding myself for being attracted to him he had moved closer, his hand caressing my cheek as he added that last part. I gulped but somehow managed to stay fairly still.

“Can I call my parents? They’ll be worried sick. They’ll be looking for me. You’ll go to jail.”

“Sweetheart, I’m a rock star, I won’t be going anywhere. They won’t find you either way.” He shrugged.

“Adam.” I pleaded, more than a little desperate. “I can get them to back off somehow.” He just laughed.

“You are keeping your cool incredibly well. I’m impressed. I’ve usually been slapped by now.” His smirk was downright terrifying, ‘usually’ implying a lot more than once. This is an unreal situation.

“Don’t tempt me.” I mumbled, apparently loud enough for him to hear.

“Feisty. It’s been a while since I’ve had one with a little fight. Makes it a little more entertaining.” His words sent a shiver through my body and not in the good way. There were more tears. “It’s okay. I’ll give you a little time to settle in. I’m not heartless.” And he walked away. No, he definitely has a heart; beating the cold blood round his body. What he doesn’t have is a soul, or human compassion. I didn’t move. I was too afraid to do anything. I was waiting to wake up. But it just didn’t happen, no matter how much I had hoped for it.

I stared at the food. Adam had left after placing it in front of me. He wasn’t starving me that’s for sure. The plate was piled high with food and it smelled great, but what can I do when this whole thing is tugging at my stomach? I constantly feel sick. Especially if I think about Adam. God. I can’t stand all this. Today I’ll find a way out. I have too.

“You should eat.” Jesse stood in the door way, concern etched onto his face.

“How can you do this?” At his confused gaze I continued, “How can you watch him do this to people? It’s sick.” He winced.

“It’s not. Adam. He. There’s a lot you don’t know.” He struggled to find the right words. “One day you might understand. What you do need to know, is that you can trust me. I may keep his stupid secret, but I still care about people. And Adam, he isn’t always like that and he hasn’t always been like that.” There was a hint of hope in his eyes and I felt sorry for him, having faith that one day this Adam he remembers will return completely. After facing the psychopath himself I have no hope. That man is sick.

“It’s nice that you trust your friend. I think you’re wrong though.”

“Just eat, you are going to need the strength.” He sighed. “Adam has his own little plan, his little perfection. And from what I’ve seen so far you may just be it.” There we go, he expects me to ‘save’ Adam. I knew there would be some negative shit here. I took a bite hesitantly, still feeling my stomach churning. But his words made sense, I needed to keep my strength up, especially if I’m going to escape this prison.

“Are my parents looking for me?” A wave of sadness washed over Jesse’s face, it was nothing in comparison to the way I felt all the time.

“They are looking already.” He sighed, it’s only been a day and a bit I guess. “Appealing for any information. But Adam is always careful. There won’t be anything to help.” I was evidence of that, he took me because of what I saw that night.

“If Adam would just let me call them-“

“He won’t.” Jesse interrupted. “He’d have to trust you first. I don’t really see that happening any time soon.” I’ll have to change that. There is no way I can stay here, not that I want to, but I just need them to know I’m okay. In reality it isn’t all that bad here, I mean, I’m not dead. Yet. I keep forgetting that Adam is a psychopath. A crazy killer. It’s all so strange.

“Is this all a fucked up dream? Am I in a coma?” I asked making Jesse chuckle.

“Afraid not. But you are taking all this really well. That should work in your favour.” He gave me a smile and left me alone in the kitchen. I finished half of the food before exploring this mansion of a house. I found the front and back doors. Both locked. No keys. Which leaves only one way out. Earn Adam’s trust. Let’s just hope I’m as good at acting as he is.

A/N - I hope you guys like this, I just wanted to make it clear this is purely fiction and I don't have anything against anyone involved and I definitely don't own any of them XD