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C h a p t e r T w o »»————> E s c a p e <————«« Sofia Warren
I flip to the side and stare at the plate of food he retrieved for me. Just a plain looking sandwich, nothing special. Unless he put drugs in it or something. That would be fun.
My stomach growls again. In this situation, fueling my body despite possibly being drugged should be the least of my worries.
I don't know what it is but it looks good. I bite into it, savoring every last chew. Ham, cheese lettuce and some ranch with white bread, and hell. It's fuckin good. Hey, this may be my last meal. Might as well enjoy it.
I roll over to take a nap, my body far ahead of me. My eyes slowly shut as my body sinks into the mattress.
"Get up," I hear Ryder grumble.
"Fuck it's probably like 5 in the morning. Go away!" I shove my face under the blanket.
He snatches the blanket from me, leaving me curled up in a cold ball.
"Well someone's a morning person," I roll my eyes and sit up to meet eyes with him.
"Do you want food or not Sofia?" He yells at me, I turn my head and flinch slightly.
"No. I don't eat breakfast." I say turning back to him.
His expression softens for a split second, but goes back to cold and dead.
"Whatever," He kicks the door shut and sits in his creepy corner chair.
"Good morning to you too, grump ass," I cross my arms and keep eye contact.
Despite the circumstances of the fact that I am absolutely terrified of Ryder, he is very attractive. He has gorgeous brown eyes. One is lighter than the other, the left one. It even has a little freckle in it if you look close enough. Smooth tan skin, tattoos covering most of his large upper body. My stomach knots.
"You talk a lot," He stares at me with an expression I cant quite understand.
"I know, it's how I cope with psycho kidnappers who are chill one second and beating me the next," That gets a little short laugh out of him.
"None of us are 'chill' sweetie," He stands up and walks toward me. I will karate chop this mother fucker if he attempts to try anything I swear.
He steps in between my spread legs that dangle from the bed, and he looks down at me. I swallow hard and look down at my hands I am fiddling with now.
"Very pretty girl you are..." He lifts my face with his index finger under my chin and looks at me for a long minute. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
Karate chop! Karate chop him bitch!
"Thank you," I say flatly.
He grabs my chin with his whole hand this time and moves my head around, examining my cut and probably bruises too. His brows pull together as he looks closer at my cheek.
