My Kidnapper (18+)

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(Trigger warning ⚠️ : suicidal thoughts , kidnapping and sexual content)

I'm not gonna put up any warnings in the future because this applies to the whole story. Just wanted to let you know ;)

Cody's POV:

One more step. Just one more step and I can finally get rid of this fucking shit that's my life.

Currently I'm on the top of the building that I snuck in. The only place where i feel like i can finally breathe. The only place where i know I don't have to hide because no one's gonna tell me how much of a fuck up I am and how much of a burden I am.

I probably could've jumped only if I was brave enough. I'm shit scared of heights. The irony is not lost on me when i said my favourite place is the scariest place for me.

It's been so long since I've ever had someone talk to me because they cared not out of necessity.

My parents are assholes who doesn't care about me. I don't even know why they even bothered to give birth to me. I don't even understand. I wish my mother had an abortion and saved me this bother. But of course not the bitch had to ruin everything for me.

I've tried so hard to survive. My bestfriend and my girlfriend were fooling around and stabbed me in the back.

I'm not even sure who hurt me the most at this point.

What's the fucking point of this anyway?

I have nothing to hope for.

I felt the breeze on my face as I started to feel tipsy.

I drank the remaining from the whiskey bottle then closed my eyes and finally I let go.

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It took me an effort to finally open my eyes. It felt like they were glued together. I tried to rub my eyes but my hand didn't reach my eyes.

What the hell?

I saw that my hands and my legs are tied up with metal chains.  I can barely see because of how dark it is here and I can't help but feel a Lil bit cold . When I saw downwards I realised I'm cold because I'm butt naked and tied up .

Am I already in hell? What kind of place is this? .

As far as I can see I'm tied to a bed which is in the middle of the room. There's an empty chair opposite to me and a bag on the table beside the chair. I can see some objects and bottles but i cannot see what's inside. There's a fan and that's all it is in the room. There's a sort of rustic vibe in the room like it's been cooped up for so long yet it looked clean enough.

I stiffened when i heard the door opened and a man whom I've never seen in my life before stood infront of me. I have to admit this man has got to be the most handsome man I've ever seen. Even in the dim light I could see his sapphire blue eyes. But I cannot for the life of me bring myself to appreciate it because I think I'm fucking kidnapped.

"You're awake" he acknowledged. His voice is deep and authoritative. I think I felt a shiver passing through my spine that had nothing to do with the cold.

"Who are you and why the fuck I'm tied up? " I finally said as i looked around to atleast find something that would help.

"I'm Alex. You're tied up because you tried to kill yourself" he replied casually while folding his sleeves up and I saw the veins on his arm.

"What the fuck does that mean? It's my life."I argued trying to close my legs to hide my junk but ended up flashing my ass which Alex didn't even try to look away.