My Little Araignée

CH 6 *a sick promise*

                🎧 Something blue - VOILA      not completely sure if it fits but i was listening to this while writiing sooo yeah. 🎧

 Life's funny, isn't it? One minute I'm getting kidnapped, the next, I'm spilling my deepest secret to a psycho who seems to enjoy tormenting me. And now? Now, I'm sitting on his couch, and we're just... staring at each other.

"So, um... now that you know, why don't you just—"
I don't even finish before he cuts me off.

"No." His voice is low, a dangerous growl.

"Rude," I mutter under my breath, but loud enough for him to hear.

Frustration simmers inside me. "So what exactly am I good for, then? You're not getting that thing back, so there's no point in keeping me here."

His eyes flick over me, slowly, making my skin prickle. He doesn't answer right away, just studies me like he's deciding whether I'm worth the trouble. Finally, his gaze locks on mine, and I can't help but look away.

"I'll figure out what to do with you," he says, voice steady, but it feels like a threat. "In the meantime..." He steps closer, forcing me to look back at him as his hand grips my chin, tilting my face toward his. "Don't try to escape again. I'd hate to kill you before I've had a taste of those pretty lips."

His teasing smile ignites something inside me—something I don't want to acknowledge. My body betrays me, warmth flooding my cheeks as heat rises beneath my skin.

"I'm not stupid, princess. I see the way you look at me," he says, a twisted amusement in his tone. "But let me give you some advice. You better stop."

I want to say something, to push back, but I can't. The words stick in my throat.

"Now, let's make one thing clear," he continues, his voice sharp. "No matter how many times you try, you'll never escape me. You're predictable, princess. It's almost pathetic."

His mocking grin sends a wave of anger through me. I clench my fists, forcing myself to stay calm. "If you don't want me to try, maybe you should TRY being nice for once."

"I don't do nice," he replies, his expression darkening. "I'm not built that way."

I scoff. "You should try it sometime. Whatever looks you've got going for you, you lose them with your shitty attitude."

He doesn't even glance my way. "Do I look like I care?"

I roll my eyes, feeling the tension tightening around us. "Fine. If I'm stuck here as your 'captive,' the least you could do is tell me your name. Or is that too much to ask?"

I've been wanting to ask for a while, but somehow, it never felt right. Maybe now it's time.

His gaze finally locks onto mine after what feels like forever. Silence stretches between us, and I suddenly regret asking his name. It seems like such a stupid thing to care about now.

"Alex," he says.

"Huh?" I blink, surprised at how calmly he answered.

"Alex Winslow," he repeats, more slowly this time.

"Oh... okay then. Um, I guess you already know my name, so..." I stutter, feeling the embarrassment creep in. "I'll, uh, just head to my room."

I turn, fully intending to make a quick exit, but—

"The other way, princess." His voice stops me cold.

I spin in the right direction, brushing past him, cheeks burning. "Yeah, I knew that," I mumble, practically running away from him.