Little Lamb

7 ❦ doll house

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My masked kidnapper. I was drawn to him in a way that unsettled me. The way he looked at me, his figure, his aura, those beautiful eyes. Despite feeling this pull, I also harbored a deep hatred toward him. I hated him, I hated him so much. It was a sick and twisted situation, fueled by what he had done to me and the circumstances we found ourselves in.

You know I used to question how anyone could fall for their captor, but now I understand. It only complicates matters when he's undeniably gorgeous.

Yes, he was gorgeous, but did he find me attractive too? Did he see anything beyond what he had done to me? Lola, why would you even think about that. Well it's because I'm totally insane. These thoughts haunted me, driven by my own desperate need for affection. But this wasn't love it was something darker.

He already left. I was alone in the room seated on the bed and savored each mouthful of my meal it was absolutely delicious. Burritos, rice, and more, all for me.

They seemed to understand just how hungry I was because it filled my stomach completely. I hadn't eaten in so long, and amidst everything, it gave me a glimmer of hope. Food had a way of making everything seem a little better.

I drank a liquid, I had no idea what it was. But it sat on the nightstand. It tasted good, like rose lemonade. I ate, drank at least I didn't starve to death.

After I was done eating, I grew awfully bored. My phone was gone. I had no idea where it was. Maybe he held onto it. Bastard.

If I was in my own apartment right now I would've done so much, read books. Paint, walk in nature and listen to music. But now I feel like an empty void.

The sun was going down. My sense of time is lost here and I felt myself drifting of to sleep.

The next morning, I paced around the room and looked at the window. I won't try, I won't try. I will listen. He must expect me to. Because how does he have to so much trust in me to leave that window unguarded.

There it was the door in front of me. I wondered if it was unlocked and gave it a try. Suddenly, it opened. Huh? I was confused, hadn't he locked it before he left? I pushed it open wider and peeked out, seeing the empty halls. Our house was big and beautiful, with wooden elements and a modern yet classic touch.

I took a step further, uncertain if I should. Of course I shouldn't. But I did it anyway, because, well, I'm a brat.

I peeked to the right, seeing the stairs that went down. It was empty. No men to be seen.

"What do you think you're doing, doll?"

I jumped at the sound of a voice, my hand flying to my mouth reflexively. Terrified, I thought I might be getting ptsd. I looked to the left and saw a large man standing with a gun resting on his arm. He looked intimidating, with a large scar on one side of his face.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to use the bathroom," I said softly, avoiding his gaze.

"Of course you can, but what do I get in return?" he asked seriously, his scarred eyes boring into me.

I swallowed hard, my face going cold as shivers ran down my spine. "Uh—" I stammered, unsure of his intentions.

He took a step closer, his presence even more imposing. "I don't have all day," he says darkly.

My mind raced, trying to find a way out of this. "I... I can do anything you want," my voice trembling.

He tipped his head back and chuckled, the sound sending another wave of fear through me. He just looked suprised. "Sure you can. But I'm just fucking around with you. Come on," he said, a hint of a smile breaking through his tough exterior.