Unlucky

Feel

[Elliot POV]

Maybe I shouldn't have been as surprised as I was to see the mastermind behind this elaborate plan to blow up an entire stadium full of innocent bystanders who had done nothing wrong, that it was all just untimely circumstances that led to their short-lived lives and unfortunate deaths.

Simply put, that they would have been in the wrong place at the wrong time unless I had stopped the plan before it put into action.

Which, of course, I did but that didn't stop those masked kidnappers who were more or less along the lines of glorified bullies at the most from snatching me up like a fat kid greedily grabbing handfuls of candy out of the pumpkin shaped bucket bowl at Halloween.

Then, after they dragged me through Hell's creation, which was otherwise known as through the downtown city of Seattle, they then deposited me at an unknown site and I was being presented to their leader like a colorful prize won at the county fair.

Except I wasn't a prize, I was a human fucking being after all and their leader, which makes these manhandling bullies sound like an alien species when I say it, happened to be the man who happened to be the man that both irritated the fuck out of me and made me want to crawl on top of him like a koala bear crawling up a tree.

Or perhaps, a more accurate description would be a seal flopping out of the below freezing ice cold water onto an iceberg.

Because with the way my hands were bound together, and with how much limited mobility I had with my legs, I'm pretty sure I'd resemble something along the lines of a bloated seal trying to wiggle my way on top of him right now.

But why was I even thinking about jumping his bones?

The rich dumbass was the one who kidnapped me in the first place!

After standing me up on our scheduled date that I purposefully took the time to shave everything for!

And I wore a stupid dress too! If anything, this gave me the perfect reason to shoot some bright hot white lightning beams into his ass to fry him up like a crispy chicken bite and call it a day.

But instead of shooting some beams into the man who decided to not only ruin our date night but to ruin my life in general, I did the only thing anybody rational would have done at that moment.

I burst out laughing as I shook my head side to side with disbelief.

"Oh, wow, you've actually got to be kidding me! Because this is kind of hilarious when you think about it."

Mr Dominic Reid only raised one stark white eyebrow as the corner of his lip tugged upwards with curiosity hinting at his handsome features.

His hands slid out of his pockets casually before he crossed his arms with deliberateness, his bright eyes watching me like a predator stalking its helpless prey in the night.

Little did Mr Rich Asshole over here know though that I wasn't some sort of prey that would roll over willy nilly to be devoured and eaten alive.

I wasn't a helpless creature here, I could hold my own even before this newfound ability to conjure up bolts of pure electricity like I was hardwired into the greatest circuit of all time.

But even though I knew I could fry out his entire body, cause his skin to melt off as his bones rapidly deteriorated, I was finding it hard within myself to have the innate desire to do so.

Call it intuition, an inkling of a weird feeling or just pure dumb logic but something inside of me told me to hold off on turning Mr Reid's ass into a KFC bucket with flakey biscuits on the side.