Stolen Love

CHAPTER TEN:

*Brief non-con in this chapter*

The man hummed to himself as he filled up the kettle with water. I sat anxiously on the chair and watched him carefully. I could not shake this feeling that was bubbling up in my stomach and I was trying to think of excuses to leave.

I would rather take my chances in the woods than be here.

"So how did you get lost all the way out here, hun?" The man turned back towards me and gave me a questioning look.

I opened my mouth and closed it again. "My friends and I went hiking and I ventured a little too far away from them." I lied, horrible might I add. I had never been the best at lying, and this was a situation where I needed to.

The man cocked his head to the side like he was trying to believe me.

I continued on. "I'm not really much of an outdoors girl and my friends forced me to." I finished.

The man nodded slowly and turned back around to the kettle. I expected him to question me more, but he did not. Which made me feel a little bit more at ease, but not much.

My legs began to shake beneath the table and I prayed that he would just give me the phone already. I turned my head to glance at the door behind me, where the axe sat beside the frame. If this man tried something, maybe I would have a shot at running out that door or using the axe to threaten him.

I glanced around the small cabin some more. There was not any pictures hanging on the wall except for a few fishing pictures. It was rather cozy in here. It was dimly lit with a few lamps, the fire, and the kitchen light that hung above the stove and sink.

"Some friends you have there. Did you try calling them?" He asked, his back still facing me.

I swallowed hard and shook my head, focusing my attention on him now. "My phone died and I barely had any reception. I'm sure they've notified the police already though." I mentioned the fact of the police knowing in hopes that this man had good intentions.

The man chuckled. "Oh it'll take them quite awhile to get all the way out here. Especially in the dark." My stomach dropped at his words. I knew we were far, but what he said made my hopes of escape slowly dwindle away.

I nodded and focused my gaze on the wooden table. My thoughts were racing and I was trying my best to keep my composure. But the longer this man stalled, the more I began to worry about my safety.

I could always make a run for it. The man did not look the most athletic, and I would possibly have a slim chance of getting away from him If I needed to. I was a quick runner, for short periods of time.

"Oh hey there Austin, I didn't hear you come out here." The man's voice pulled me out of my thoughts as he spoke to the new person who had entered the kitchen area.

My gaze flicked up from the table and to the man who had walked out of a room and towards us. He was probably in his late twenties, strong build, and thinning blond hair that poked out from his ball cap.

"Did you get more firewood-" The man named Austin was about to finish his sentence before his gaze found me sitting at the table. His eyes scanned me up and down quickly before he looked back at the man who had found me.

"Who is it?" Austin asked and I shifted under their gazes.

I probably looked like some crazed hermit in my current state. My hair was matted and my nail beds were caked with dirt. I probably smelt like shit too. The state of my appearance was the least of my worries right now.

The man turned his attention towards me. "This is..." He paused for a moment. "I never got your name, sweetheart." I shivered at that pet name, which Noah frequently used.