Kidnapped: Hostage of Love (New Edition)

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Once again, I awoke to the sensation of complete and utter pain. This time, however, it was in my chest.

This has got to stop happening.

I stretched my body as I emitted a groan in pain, still too tired to open my eyes.

"Stop fidgeting." Grumbled a man's voice into my ear. I gasped, my eyes fluttering open, as my body shot backwards in surprise. Before I got too far, my hand got caught by the handcuff which held me to the bed post. In surprise, I quickly glanced at the post, and then at the man. Our eyes met, and we held each others' gaze for a bit before he broke the silence again.

" I said to stop fidgeting." He said again as he grabbed my body and brought me forward to the edge of the bed again. He was sitting in a chair which was pulled up to the bed, as well as a table with medical supplies on it. He continued tinkering with my collarbone while I just watched in silence. He dipped his hand into a small container with a cream and rubbed it onto my collarbone. It hurt a little, having him touch it, but what was amazing was the way it felt afterwards. Completely numbed.

What was even more amazing was that I was watching my kidnapper fix me up. Why would he help me?

I continued to just stare in amazement and once again looked him over. Despite everything, I had to admit he was undoubtably handsome, and I couldn't take that away from him. His beautiful hazel-mixed eyes stared intently at my collarbone, little wrinkles of frustration clear on his face. His lips were pursed, and he was flaunting a serious 5 o'clock shadow. My eyes trailed down his face, neck, broad shoulder, and down his strong, toned arms to his hands, where his fingers massaged the bone I had assumed to be broken yesterday.

"Is it broken?" I asked in a small voice.

His face softened as eyes trailed ever so slowly back up to mine before he blushed slightly and leant back with a sigh.

"No. It's only bruised. It should feel better within a week or so. I'm still treating it though, just so it heals faster." He exhaled loudly.

I didn't understand. So many questions were swarming my head. Why would he kidnap me in the first place, let alone heal me? Rather than asking everything, I just kept my reply simple.

"Thank you." I watched him intently as his face slowly hardened back up again.

"Yeah" he answered gruffly. "Now I need you to take your shirt off."

"What?!" Did he just hear him right? What is he going to do? Oh god, I was hoping this would never come. My heart picked up as I started to sweat and my hands got shaky.

"Calm down. Sheesh, I just need to wrap you up in this ace bandage." He said, blushing again, although his face remained hard.

I stared at the hospital bandage in his hand, confused.

"Ohh.." Was all I could muster. That was kind of embarrassing. "Uh, can I shower before you do all of that work? I'm kinda of...gross right now." I looked down at myself to see small bloodstains as well as mud stains from last night. My hair was a matted, muddy mess.

"Make it fast." Was all he said when he turned and flipped on the tv.

I stood up slowly and began to walk, my eyes trained on him, when I was jerked back. I fell back on the bed as he turned around to see me in complete shock, with one hand still cuffed to the bed. We had both forgotten about that. I looked up to see him standing over me, laughing like a hyena. Surprisingly, it was a good laugh. Loud, and full. I noted the deep dimples which were prominent on his cheeks when he smiled. How did someone like him possibly end up doing this?