Falling In Love With My Kidnapper

Chapter 6

"I don't want to go! Let go of me!" I shouted, kicking my legs and wiggling in Damien's grip in attempt to break free.

"I told you I'd be here. Stop being difficult, Nova!" Damien demanded.

I kept wiggling and managed to let a small scream escape but that just caused Damien to slap his hand over my mouth and continue to drag me to his car.

"If your parents wake up, I'm shooting them. If you don't stop screaming... I'm shooting you. Just go with it. I already have you." he said.

I gripped Damien's hand and removed it just enough to speak.

"Last time you told me to just 'go with it', I was dragged into a restaurant and had stupid useless rules said to me, which by the way make zero sense!" I whisper yelled. I kept my voice low for the sake of my parents' life and mine.

Damien rolled his eyes. "God, you're annoying." He said before sinking a syringe into my skin.

***

"She's your girl. What am I supposed to do?!" A voice whispered.

My eyes fluttered open. Brightness flooded my vision. I instantly closed them again.

Where was I?

Am I dreaming?

"Andrew,  just fucking go in there, answer some of her questions then you can continue whatever you have to do!" another voice hissed.

I attempted to open my eyes again to try to see who was speaking and where it was coming from. The voices continued but they were mumbling now. I closed my eyes again. The stupid light coming from the chandelier was shining on my eyelids and it increased my headache. I groaned in frustration and immediately the voices stopped and some heavy footsteps were  heard in the room I was in.

"Finally, you're up" a deep voice said.

I stayed quiet. I slowly sat up before opening my eyes.

I saw a boy. A gorgeous one if I was being honest. Words couldn't even describe him.

But he was not as hot as Damien.

Damien.

All the past events came rushing to me quickly and I nearly fell off the bed as I scrambled to my feet. I grabbed a nearby flower vase and backed into the nearest corner of the room.

"Where am I? Who's room is this? Who's house? Why can I only remember a syringe being dug into my arm?!" I panicked and slid to the floor. I didn't even want to hear the answers to my questions but questions were all I could ask. I hugged my knees close letting some tears roll down my cheek before wiping them away.

"I'm Andrew-" Andrew paused and looked around the room. I looked at Andrew and mimicked his action, looking around the room as well.

Andrew was standing at the room's entrance. To his left there was a bed. Next to the bed was a nightstand and to the left of the nightstand was a dresser. Across from the bed was a plasma TV hanging on the wall, next to the TV a door leading to another room.

"And this is - well, we call it The Mansion. That's what it is. A mansion." He shrugged and sat on the bed.

"How creative" I accidentally blurted out. It came out as a whisper but he heard me. I covered my mouth. I couldn't help my sarcasm. It was the only thing keeping me from completely losing it.

Andrew didn't answer.

"Answer my questions." I instructed, pointing the flower vase at him.

He raised a eyebrow. He gave me a taunting look. He gently took the flower vase from my hands.