My Kidnapper (18+)

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Cody's POV:

I panted as I just felt like he just drained every ounce of energy that I had through the release.

The first two minutes after the release while I come down from the high he forced on me is the only time I feel good .

The worst part was all the thoughts and unanswered questions that came after that.

He slowly released the chains around my limbs as usual letting them move around.

I right away sat up and grabbed his collar with the new found strength that my anger gave me and shouted

"You sick fucking piece of shit. I fucking hate you." I sucked my breath in as tightened my grip

"I hate you for doing this to me . You better let me go right the fuck now or I swear to god I will fucking kill you"

I pulled him closer and shouted looking dead in his eyes while moving my hands upwards gripping his neck as tight as I can feeling my nails dug into his skin.

He just looked at me with a blank expression and then he smiled a little.

Fucking sick Bastard.

I gripped his neck tighter and felt him trying hard to breath but he still didn't try to release himself or try to escape.

"Do it. If that's what it takes for you to live" he said with a half smile.

I was shocked at his words and I loosened my grip because it's taking up a lot of energy that I do not have in the moment. I can't do anything to him. Because I'm not this person. Not a fucking psycho like him to actually hurt people.

"Let me fucking go, Alex. I hate this . I hate being used by you as some sort of toy for your sick satisfaction. I'm not even .. Fuck! Just let me go"I spat the words as I gathered my strength gain bit by bit.

He took a deep breath and grabbed my wrists that fisted his collar and pulled it away from him and grasped my neck. I was stunned by his move and suddenly I felt weird. He grasped it just enough to make me feel crazy and rubbed his lips over my cheek .When he caressed my neck with his thumb I shuddered with a sole new sensation I've never felt before.

This is exactly what I'm afraid of. I can't believe how easily within seconds I was melting under his touch. I hate being like this.

He then stood up and as usual left me to my thoughts.

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Have you ever had a feeling like.. you know something but you can't really remember it. Doesn't matter what you do. No matter how hard you try you just can't remember it. I have the same feeling when I see him.

When i first saw him I was scared as fuck. I was not thinking. Day by day I've been watching him and I don't know what that is but the way he looks at something.. the way he carries himself. The slight movement of his lips when he was concentrated on something. It seems familiar but I'm definitely sure I don't know him from anywhere else.

Every day is passing one by one. This place is starting to get familiar to me. I'm getting habituated to the scent of the soap that he uses to bathe me and I'm also getting habituated to the way he touches me.

I did not really realise before but I've been observing more. He does anything to me only in the evenings. Most of the morning times I'm alone except the times he gets me food and the occasional candy that I never feel guilty to eat.

Sad thing is that somehow this life is growing on me. I've fought him for so long and when I had so many days to think I didn't even know why I'm fighting. I can't believe getting kidnapped felt better than living my own life. I miss my freedom but I don't miss the loneliness and the loud silence everytime I go home. That's probably the reason why I found myself playing Chess with him when he asked me if I'd like to play.