Kidnapped

Chapter Two - Stolen Innocence.

The car door swings open with a sharp creak, and I scramble to my knees, backing into the far corner of the floor, my legs trembling uncontrollably. His silhouette fills the doorway, backlit by the faint moonlight cutting through the trees behind him. We're pulled off to the side of some desolate road, surrounded by nothing but thick woods. Just trees-and him.

"Please," I manage to choke out between panicked gasps, my chest heaving as the air around me thickens. He's still wearing the ski mask, his tall frame looming like a shadow in the doorway, suffocating the space between us. My breath stutters, heart pounding so hard I think it might explode.

He tilts his head, studying me like a cornered animal. "Come here," he says, his voice flat, emotionless. "Now." The single word is sharp, a command, when I don't move.

I can't breathe. Each inhale is ragged and shallow, making my vision swim as dizziness creeps in. But before I can react, his hand clamps around my ankle with startling force, yanking me toward him. A sharp gasp escapes me as I try to claw at the base of the seat, my fingers digging into the fabric, but it's useless. His strength is overwhelming, and in one fluid motion, he drags me to the edge of the door.

I cry out for help, but he just lets out a low, dark laugh, glancing around at the endless stretch of trees. "No one's going to hear you out here," he says, voice gruff but amused, as if the very idea of someone rescuing me is a joke.

But in that moment of distraction, as he gestures to the forest, I act on pure instinct. I slip out of the car, sliding past him, adrenaline pumping through my veins, propelling me forward into the woods. Barefoot, I tear through the underbrush, branches snapping beneath my feet, rocks cutting into my skin. Pain shoots through me, but I don't stop. I can't stop.

Then he's on me-his arm slams across my chest, pinning me against a tree with brutal force. The bark digs into my back, the sharpness of it cutting through the fog in my mind. His arm presses hard against my chest, and despite the terror twisting inside me, there's a strange, electric jolt that shoots through my body. Something primal and unexplainable.

Without thinking, my hand shoots up. In one swift movement, I push the mask up just above his nose, exposing his lips. And before I can stop myself, I use all my might to stand on my tippy-toes, pressing my lips to his-a frantic, desperate kiss, my lips trembling against his in a last-ditch effort to distract him. Anything to keep him from hurting me.

And it works.

Without missing a beat, his lips crash into mine, responding with a hunger that takes me completely by surprise. His tongue slides against mine, sending a shockwave through my body that leaves me trembling. He presses me harder against the tree, the rough bark digging into my back, but all I can focus on is the way his body feels against mine, the heat radiating from him.

A wave of unfamiliar tingles crashes over me, and a small, helpless whimper escapes my lips. I kiss him back, frantic and desperate, my tongue moving in sync with his. My hand slides to the back of his head, my fingers curling into the fabric of his mask. In one rough motion, I push it up just enough to tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging hard.

He lets out a low, guttural moan-one I don't think he meant to let slip-and something in me sparks. My heart races wildly, cheeks burning with an intensity I don't understand. There's a tension between us that blurs the lines of fear and something darker, something that sends my pulse skyrocketing in a way I can't control.

I arch my back, pressing my hips against his, a silent plea hanging in the air between us. In response, his free hand drops to his jeans, unbuttoning them in one swift motion and yanking them down with ease.

My heart pounds wildly, threatening to explode in my chest as I tear away from the kiss, my breath catching in my throat. My gaze drops to the darkness between us, and a cold wave of panic surges through me, slicing through the haze clouding my mind. "Wait, I..." The words stumble out, shaky and broken, but before I can finish, his arm leaves my chest, gripping my hair with a sudden, brutal force. He yanks my head to the side, rough and unrelenting.