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Chapter Seventeen

He sits there, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs. I try to keep myself calm. I don't want to show him how uncomfortable I am. Somehow, even this close, it's so dim I STILL can't see who it is. I can, however, smell him and his scent is oddly familiar. "So, Do I get to know who you are? You know who I am, it only seems fair." I say in a face pleasant tone. I hear a deep laugh followed by what I can only describe as a grumbly "Hmmm..." That's hot. Wait, no. Not hot. Creepy, menacing, disturbing? NOT hot. Jesus what is wrong with me. I must have zoned out because next thing I know, the mystery man in front of me is snapping in my face. "Sweetie..." he draws out, "Pay attention."
I snap, "There's better ways to get my attention than snapping in my face" or stalking me. I say the last part in my head. "Oh I'm sorry Sweetie, would you rather I do.." He reaches out his hand to caress my cheek, "this?" Yes. NO! NO NO NO! Jesus stop it. I jerk my head away. "Enough fucking around. What do you want, and where's my dog?" I snap again. "It's not very lady like to swear, you know." He says, before standing up and walking away a little bit. "It's not very lady like to shove my foot up your ass either, but that's not gonna stop me." I yell after him. I hear him let out another deep laugh, and he continues to walk away from me. Why does his laugh make me feel some type of way?? Talk about mental issues.
I think about yelling after him, but decide to let him walk away. He walks out the side door of the barn, and I decide to use this chance to try to escape. I start wiggling my hands behind my back to loosen the rope. I feel my wrists burning from the friction. I don't know how long I'm trying before I hear his voice again "Oh Sweetie, you're going to hurt yourself. I'll untie you in a second, just have to finish something quick." he says. I see him come into view holding a black duffle bag, and a gas canister. He begins splashing gasoline all over the sketchy barn walls. It doesn't take a genius to know he's going to burn this place down. I just hope he takes me with him. I'm sure he's going to kill me anyway, but being burned alive would be one of the worst ways to go. After a few minutes, he walks up behind me and places his hand on my wrists. "You ready to go Sweetie?" He whispers in my ear. "I'm not going anywhere without my fucking dog." My words dripping with venom. "He's not here, Sweetie. That would make this all too complicated, and we don't want to risk him getting hurt do we?" He replies. "But don't worry doll, I'm taking you to him."
Unknown unties me but keeps my dainty wrists in one of his massive hands. You know what they say about a man with big hands? I curse my own thoughts. He gently pushes me towards the front exit of the barn, in the direction the mustang I drove here is parked. As we are walking out, the shadow man behind me, I hear what sounds like the noise of a zippo lighter being lit. I don't even have to try to turn around to know he threw it into the barn. Moments later, the car is illuminated by flames. We love a bad boy. I curse my thoughts again. What the hell is wrong with me?
We get to the car, and y captor opens the passenger door, and gently lowers me in. "Buckle in" he demands. "You could say please." I scoff. "Buckle in.. please." He says. I take the chance to try to look at his face, but I still can't see it very well, even with the illumination of the burning barn. Why did I have to turn all the lights off?? I buckle my seatbelt as I remember what I left in here. "Thank you Sweetie. And thanks for leaving the car on by the way. I hate getting in a cold car." He says as he closes the passenger door. He walks around to the back of the car and pops the trunk. I take the chance to try to grab the pistol AJ gave me. I look around frantically. Where is it?? It was right here! I hear the trunk close, and my body stills. I try to slowly sit back up normally as to not tip him off. He opens the driver side door, and I know immediately he saw me.
"Looking for this?" He holds up the pistol, but doesn't point it at me. I say nothing. He continues, "I figured AJ wouldn't let you come unarmed, and when I didn't see or feel it on you, I figured it was in here. So I checked, and sure enough!" I sit there wondering when in the world he would have had time to grab it. The duffle bag. I do a small gasp. He must've come to grab it when he was gone getting whatever was in the duffle bag. Son of a Bitch. He slides into the driver's seat. "Now, I thought we were becoming friends, but since you were still looking for this," NOW he points the gun at my head, "I guess not. That makes me so sad baby. We could have had so much fun. But now, I have to do this." He pulls out handcuffs and my sick mind gets excited for a moment. I really need to get laid. I think back on what almost happened this morning. This fucker is a MAJOR cockblock. I'm pulled back to reality when he's leaning me forward forcefully, grabbing my arms, and cuffing my wrists. I try to resist, but my attempts fail. "Now, be a good girl. If you are, I'll give you a special treat." He say in his deep voice that I HATE that I find sexy. What's worse if is he had said that sentence under different circumstances, it would be really hot. It's still hot. I can't help but let out a groan at my traitorous mind.