Falling In Love With My Kidnapper

Chapter 10

"I don't want to go!" I fumed after learning we were going training.

Damien sighed for what felt like the millionth time since I've been around. "I make the decisions, now hurry before you annoy me"

I groaned while picking out an outfit. "What am I going to be doing to train anyways?" I ran a hand through my hair, grabbing the makeup bag.

Damien was inside a huge closet in the hallway with a bag that looked like could fit two bodies inside.

Dead bodies.

All I could hear was a bunch of heavy stuff being dropped.

I looked through my few selection of shoes Damien brought from home, picking out some pumps.

"You'll find out when we get there, just don't wear your girly shoes or clothes since you can not wear heels where we're going"

I looked at my pumps and groaned once more, kicking them off and putting on some sneakers.

"I hate you." I huffed. "Not because of the stupid shoes but because -" I paused. I looked out the room door into the hallway where Damien was. I didn't see him. He was inside the closet, probably still putting things in his bag. "Was is there not to hate about you? You literally ruined my life."

The closet door opened to reveal Damien with the big bag. It looked ridiculously heavy but he picked it up as if there were feathers inside and locked the closet door. He walked into the room and dropped the bag by my feet.

"Hate me or love me but you're still stuck with me" he mumbled and picked up the bag once more, grabbing my wrist and dragging him with me.

"I can walk. Don't touch me" I defended myself.

But of course, that only made his grip tighter.

***

A shooting range.

He took me to fucking shooting range!

Why are we here?!

Inside of there was weapons that could kill me!

"Let's go" He said. He grabbed the big bag he had filled inside The Mansion from the trunk of his car.

I shook my head rapidly, gripping the sides of the seat for dear life.

"It's just a shooting range" He spat.

"Just a shooting range?! I don't want to handle a gun! Why do I need to learn how to handle a gun?!" I gulped.

"I'm not having any of your bullshit, Nova. Let's go" He hissed.

I slowly peeled my hands from the sides of the seat and opened the door handle. I hesitantly climbed out.

My legs shook in terror.

What if someone doesn't know how to handle a gun and accidentally shoots me?

I might be overreacting a bit but I've never been to a shooting range and a lot of stuff happens here from what I've heard!

Damien gripped me once more but I didn't say anything because I couldn't walk this time.

He dragged me through the front doors and nodded at the person sitting at the front desk. "Hi Pamela. I'm going to be using the private room far back. Make sure nobody goes back there" he said, pointing at me. "I brought my own guns, alright?" He held up the big bag.

"Of course, sweetie. You know you're always welcome here" She smiled at him and started to laugh once he started dragging me.

Damien swiped a card and a room door opened.