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The howl of the wind through an open car window was the first thing I registered. Beneath it, a staticky hum of the radio murmured like white noise. My face pressed against the cold glass, the vibration of the car's movement reverberated against my cheek.
My eyelids fluttered open, heavy with exhaustion. The streetlights outside blurred into fleeting streaks of orange, coming and going as the car raced forward. A sharp ache throbbed in my skull, the world around me spinning faintly. I blinked, trying to orient myself, but it only heightened the sickening disorientation.
Where am I?
The dark interior of the backseat offered no clues. I couldn't remember getting into a car. I couldn't remember drinking or blacking out. None of this felt right. My stomach tightened as unease seeped in like poison.
A man sat behind the wheel, his figure shadowed and still
"Who are you," I said with a shaky voice, but he didn't answer. "Where are you taking me?"
His reply was calm. "Taking you where you need to be."
His vague response sent a fresh wave of dread coursing through me. My eyes darted down and my chest seized. White zip ties bit into the tender skin of my wrists, binding them tightly.
Panic erupted, sharp and relentless. My breaths came shallow, rapid. "W-where?"
"Home." he said.
The lights outside passed faster now, the car accelerating as the city faded into the distance. I forced myself upright, straining to make sense of my surroundings. My gaze snapped to the driver, and my heart plummeted.
A balaclava covered his face, leaving only his eyes visible, one hazel brown, the other piercing blue. The cold intensity in his mismatched gaze was unlike anything I'd ever seen.
"What do you want from me?" my voice cracked, tears pooling in my eyes.
He glanced at me briefly, then back to the road, unbothered by the terror written all over my face. "What I want," he repeated, his voice thoughtful, as if amused by my question. "That's a complicated answer. Let's just say I want something from everyone."
I froze, the weight of his words sinking in. Was I really being kidnapped? My stomach twisted violently at the realization. I sank back into the seat, choking on sobs.
"Please, don't do this to me," I whispered, my voice a broken plea. "I won't tell anyone. Just let me out. I'll do anything you ask!"
He didn't answer. Instead, the car slowed, pulling into the empty lot of an abandoned apartment complex. My heart raced, hammering against my ribs. The engine cut off, leaving us in suffocating silence.
The door beside me creaked open, and he stood there, his imposing figure silhouetted against the faint glow of the streetlamp. Tears blurred my vision, but I could see his towering frame, the dark combat gear that clung to him like a second skin. The gun holstered at his side.
He reached for me, and I lashed out in a fit of panic, kicking wildly. "Don't touch me!"
He caught my ankles effortlessly, his grip rough. A flicker of irritation danced in his mismatched eyes as he dragged me from the car. "You're making this harder than it needs to be."
My back hit the cold metal of the car as he pinned me against it, his gloved hand wrapping around my wrists. His strength was overwhelming, I had no chance of escape. "Let go of me!" I screamed.
His face came close, his breath brushing against my skin as his tone dropped. "You really don't listen, do you?"
I sobbed, trembling beneath his grip. "What the fuck do you want from me?!"
"Cooperation," he hissed, gripping my face roughly. His gloved fingers pressed into my cheeks, forcing my lips into a pout. "You'll learn quickly that it's non negotiable if you want to survive."
The cold leather bit into my skin. My chest heaved, my tears streaking my face as I stared into those merciless eyes.
"Sooner or later," I choked out, "Someone will find me. And you'll regret this."
His lip twitched. "Regret? Let's hope you don't find out what regret really feels like."
Terror rooted me in place, hopelessness wrapping its icy tendrils around me. There was no escape. Not from him.
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Little Lamb
RomanceShot, bound, and at his mercy, I didn't expect my captor to be as maddening as he is magnetic. A masked stranger with beautiful eyes and a killer smile that cuts deeper than his knife, he drags me back to the house I swore I'd never return to, a pla...
