Little Lamb

10 ❦ curiosity killed the cat

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Allister left me in the quiet solitude of my new room. I sat on the edge of the bed. It wasn't the type of bed you could lounge on all day. It was rough, like something you'd find in a prison cell

For the next few hours, I tried to distract myself with a book, but my mind kept drifting back to my predicament. Should I risk exploring? The thought of danger held me back, but restlessness gnawed at me. Eventually, I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to move.

Stepping cautiously out of the room, I entered the darkened corridors. The thought crossed my mind that I could simply walk out, no one seemed to be around to stop me. I could plan my escape unnoticed.

But I didn't. Fear anchored me. I had to obey him. I needed to comply with whatever they told me. The memory of being shot, drowned and his painful finger digging inside my flesh was fresh, and I couldn't risk another wound, this time fatal.

As I wandered further, I noticed a small opening in a door ahead. Peering through the slit, my eyes widened my pink plumped lips part.

It was him, my kidnapper. He stood bare chested, his muscular torso glistening with sweat as he breathed heavily. A striking tattoo snaked across his chest, emphasizing every ridge of his defined abs. Scars ran along them, I wondered what happend. His pants hung so dangerously low, revealing the stubble below his waistband. And the mask was still on.

He was a vision so raw, such a beautifully sight. The knot in my stomach tightened painfully, and I found myself squeezing my legs shut.

Why, why, why does he have to be like this. I could cry, I was so attracted to him. I wanted to feel him all over my body, wanted to feel his touch all over my body, to hear him whisper sweet words in my ear.

I longed for him to hurt me again, slowly, so I could savor every moment of the sensation.

As I stood there, lost in my conflicting emotions, he suddenly turned and our eyes met through the narrow slit in the door. His gaze locked onto mine, intense and unreadable. Panic surged through me, and I squealed, quickly turning to walk away.

Before I could take more than a few steps, his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me into the room with him. I could see It looked like a washroom, showers on the sides tiled floors.

The door slammed shut behind us. My heart pounded as I found myself pressed against the wall, his grip so firm it hurted my bruised wrists.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Lola, wandering around here like this," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You shouldn't be here." His eyes bore into mine with a mix of intensity and something else I couldn't quite decipher. 

"I-I'm sorry... I'm sorry," I stammered quietly. Fear and desire battled within me, making it difficult to think clearly.

"I just stumbled across this room," I blurted out, the words coming out in a rush. "I didn't mean to intrude."

His expression hardened for a moment before a faint smirk crossed his lips. "Is that so?" he replied, his voice laced with skepticism. "And what were you hoping to find?"

"I... I don't know," I admitted honestly, unable to tear my gaze away from his piercing stare.

He studied me, amusement flickering briefly before his expression turned serious. "Curiosity killed the cat, Lola," he mused, his tone mocking.

A shiver ran down my spine. His presence was intoxicating, dangerous yet magnetic, pulling me in

"Please..." I started to plead, my voice a mere whisper, but he silenced me with a touch of his finger against my lips. Oh...