OBX Imagines

Captives- Rafe Cameron pt. 1

AN: So this is actually a scene from a story I've been working on. Sorry there's not a lot of context, but y'all let me know what you think. And yes, I know. It's really long...

On the outside I was composed, but on the inside my heart was pounding. I couldn't lie to myself about the danger I was in. This was real, and I was terrified. 

I was shoved into a room and hit a desk by the wall with a clang, knocking off the vase that was on top of the desk. I stormed back over to the door, but it was slammed in my face. There was no use pounding on it, it's not like that was going to get it open. I turned around and took in the room around me. It was actually really nice, but now wasn't the time to admire the splendor. 

I went over to the window taking in the view of armed men all around the mansion. "You're not gonna get out that way." I snapped my head around so fast I'm sure I gave myself whiplash. I opened my mouth to speak but I couldn't. 

Taking in my shocked expression, Rafe stood up with a small smirk. He began to walk over to me and instinctively I backed away. He noticed and stopped, putting his hands up slowly. "I'm not the enemy here, okay? I'm stuck in the same situation as you." I stared him down, "And how am I supposed to believe that?" "Trust me, no one's coming in here to let me out," he replied, moving to go sit in a chair on the other side of the room. 

I let out a sigh, "So what's going on here then?" "I came here to do a little business, but I think you're here because of something else." I pursed my lips and sat on the edge of the bed, "I don't know what I'm gonna do." Rafe leaned forward in his chair, "Listen, I know we haven't always seen eye to eye on things, but we both want to get out of here, so I think we should work together." I turned to him, "Really? That's your plan? Work together? I mean seriously Rafe, what makes you think I would trust you? The last thing I want to do is get in a tight situation just for you to choose yourself over helping me." 

Rafe fisted his hands and looked like he was about to say something in response, but the door opened. "Ms. Jenkins, come with me." An armed guard stood at the door, and I guess I hesitated too long because he firmly said, "Now." 

I glanced at Rafe and then got up and followed the man out of the room. I followed him down some stairs and into a huge living room. There was a man sitting at a desk. "Thank you, Damien," he said. The guard- Damien, left and it was just me and the man. "Please sit Ms. Jenkins," he asked me, gesturing to the chair in front of him. I sat. 

"Do you know why you're here?" I cleared my throat a little, "No." My voice was shakier than I expected. "You and your friends are remarkable. That's why you're here." He looked at me, and I kept a neutral expression on my face, but I knew where this was going. "You are somewhat of an explorer, treasure hunter, no?" I stayed quiet. 

"Well, it just so happens that what you and your friends are hunting for, is just a small piece of my own treasure," He leaned forward, "And you have a piece to my puzzle." He looked at me expectantly, so I shrugged, "I'm not sure if I follow you." He chuckled, but it wasn't because what I said was funny, "Oh I think you do. There's a diary which belonged to a slave, I know you have it. I just need to know where to get it." "I don't know anything about a diary, but I do know about the slave- Denmark Tanny." I figured I needed to give him some information so it would be harder for him to see through my lie. Sometimes you can't deny, deny, deny- much to JJ's dismay. 

"Yes, I figured you did, but you do know where that diary is. All you have to do is tell me. You can leave here, and no one gets hurt." I scooted a little farther back in my seat, "Um, I wish I could help, but I don't know about any diary." He came out of his chair fast, and rounded the desk, putting his hands on the arms of my chair, caging me in.