Falling In Love With My Kidnapper

Chapter 16

Nova's POV

I fluttered my eyes open, being immediately greeted by a buzzing flickering light and an aching back.

I groaned, attempting to roll on my stomach just to realize that I couldn't.

Something was chained to my wrists and ankles, making it nearly impossible to move at all.

I attempted to scream but it was muffled by what felt of layers and layers of duct tape.

I frantically look around. My legs were handcuffed to two different poles.

I was in a room with a perfect setting of one of the horror movies dad would force me to watch with him.

There's a bunch of closets with see through doors and visible are a bunch of different tools that look like they can rip you to shreds with one touch.

Around me are a bunch of boxes that can contain bombs for all I know.

Beside me, there is a stairway and in front of me is the only door that is not see through, which scares me even more.

I wiggle around and try to pull my wrists down but it only adds to the bruises that formed while I was knocked out, due to me being cuffed to them for a while.

"This is the part where I would grab one of these" The outline of a body image appears by the stairway.

My breath hitches. I lay still and watch the person's every move.

They walk towards one of the see through door's and pick out a beautifully sharpened knife.

"And make you feel pain before the real damage is done in there" The outline walks towards the brown door and pushes it open with a loud creak. Who knows what's in there.

I gulp, wanting nothing but to beg for mercy.

"But I can't"

I stare at the outline. I'm glad they can't but why? Is there something worse besides being tortured? I didn't want to know.

I watch the person carefully, slightly confused. They punch the light switch. This stops the light from flickering. It goes back to normal. I squint in order to catch a glimpse of the person's face. They're pretty far. As he walks closer to me, I get a better look.

Of course. It's always Damien.

He walks over and bends down next to me, dropping the knife right by my ear.

"You see, Nova. I think - I'm not exactly sure - actually-" He pauses and laughs.

His breath reeks of alcohol and his eyes are red with huge bags underneath.

His hair is greasy and he doesn't look like the Damien I know and hate.

He looks like a Damien I would be terrified of, and am.

"Its quite funny, actually, you'll laugh, really"

He takes a swing of a Jack Daniel's bottle that I barely realize he's been holding.

"I think I actually have feelings because - wait for it -" he erupts into a fit of laughter. "I think I love you and it's crazy because I never thought I'd say those three words. Now that I say them... I feel pathetic" He laughs lowly to himself. He shakes his head. "It is pathetic because I don't love... But then again, here I am"

I look at him. Mixture of scared but surprised. I attempt to process what he's trying to tell me.

"When I think about these three cliché words, everything that pops up is Mickey Mouse and Minney Mouse, Romeo and Juliet, Shrek and Fiona even-" He pauses again to laugh at himself "All these corny fairytales that are filled with so much passion and desire that I don't think I have. If you don't have passion or desire, you don't actually love, so that's why I don't think I actually know how to love"