I fell in love with my kidnapper

The kidnapping

I was walking home from a party with my friends. I walked them home first because they drank to much, and I was worried. After walking them home, I started walking back to my house. I was checking my phone when I felt a hand over my mouth and another grip around my waist. I tried screaming and getting out of the grip around my waist, but it wasn't working. The person was too strong.

I was scared for my life. All of a sudden I was thrown into the back of a vehicle into someone's lap. I backed away and looked up. Someone sat behind me and the car drove off but I didn't turn around. "Who are you, what do you want?" I asked. I heard a chuckle behind me, I turned around. Holy shit. It was a man, he had a perfect sharpe jawline, plump lips, brown eyes, and dark brown fluffy hair.

Damn, he was so fine. "Like what you see?" He asked smirking. "Hell no" I lied. His smirk fell before he said "your lucky your alive, you little slut". I don't know why but that hurt me. "Why the fuck am I here!" I yelled. He grabed me and slammed me into the car door over the other guy. My whole body hurt, all I could feel was pain until I blacked out.

I opened my eyes to see a plain room. I was laying on a bed, when I got up to check if the door was locked I saw a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked awful, I couldn't help but tear up. I had a bruise on my cheek and a gash on my forhead. When I turned the door handle it opened, it wasn't locked. This was my chance to run. I opened the door and slowly walked out, I was on the second floor.

I started walked down the stairs when I heard a voice from behind me. "Going somewhere princess?" He spoke. I turned around, it was him. The one who through me against the door in the car. The one who did this to my face. I was scared shitless. I turned back around and made a run for it, I started running for the front door. He ran after me though and grabed me before i could even touch the door handle. I screamed as loud as I could, and kicked but nothing worked.

I'm stuck, I'm going to be here forever. Tears started pouring down my face. "Please, please let me go" I cried. I gave up. He carried me back upstairs and practically threw me into the room I was in before. Making my body hurt even more than it already did. I looked up at him. "Don't you ever try running again or I'll fucking kill you" He said with a cold stare. He then walked out and closed the door behind him, but he locked it this time.

Tears were pouring down my face but I didn't make a sound. I got up and threw anything I saw. There was glass everywhere. I tried picking a piece up when I cut myself. It hurt like a bitch, I slid down the wall still with tears falling. I got up and laid on the bed, and cried myself to sleep.