"How on God's green Earth did I end up kidnapping such a good girl like you," he said. "Mystery guy," oh no he of all people was my kidnapper. Why couldn't he just be as fake as my dream about Adam Rodriguez was. I really didn't need Angus holding me captive right now. God why does he have to look so insanely attractive. "Maybe I could hate him more if he didn't look so good," I thought as I sat restained by handcuffs to the king sized bed, with him sitting at the opposite end of the bed in an antique looking chair. "They told me you were SMART. BRILLIANT even. If they were right your little friend wouldn't have been the one to get away. It would have been you instead," he told me walking to the top of the bed where I was, sitting next to me on the left side of the bed after staring at me for a good 5 seconds.
"So tell me why Eliza do I have you," he asked rather calmly as if I actually decided to come with him at free will.
"Maybe because of the fact that my roomate and I, were both asleep when you came in MY room and took me out of my bed, you psychotic asshole. You had a choice in the matter, and obviously... since I'm the one here it's me you wanted," I spat at him not caring of the consequence.
"That's a fair and rather arguable situation, but my I remind you that YOU were the one that invited me to your house. Not to mention the door key that you so coyly left in the bush next to your front porch. Which I didn't use since I decided to go full out Romeo for you and climb your ladder, and you wouldn't believe it but when I got over your balcony the door was open. Don't keep things open if you don't plan on them to be opened Ms. Slake," he said and with that I was done. I couldn't be calm anymore.
"Listen here you sick....piece of shit. If my computer screen told me that you were some psycho, arrogant, kidnapping, son-of-a-bitch I would never have even considered going on a date with you! That's my house! I have the right to have my patio door unlocked if I fucking choose to you egotistical shithead," I shout lunging at him against my restaints.
"Easy now," he told me roughly grabbing my wrist, retrieving a key from his back pocket in the process. "By the way I prefer the term goal oriented accomplisher. My name's Angus by the way, so now you can stop calling my all types of assholes and shitheads," he said before he brought the keys up to my cuffs. "Now before you do anything hasty. I'm warning you, try to escape and you will be punished, and I'm not talking about slapping you around," he added with wierd sarcasm.
"Well no shit Sherlock your name is Angus. I got that from the dreams I have about you nightly." Besides what other type of punishment could he be talking about anyway. Either way I didn't want to be the one to find out, but there was still a voice in the back of my head saying that this is your chance to run. "Decisions, decisions," I thought to myself. But by the glaring look on Angus's face I could tell that I had said it out loud. With that he undid my cuffs one by one, never breaking eye contact with me. Once they were off I started to rub my wrist because of the lack of circulation flowing through them.
"Allow me. You'll need all your energy if you plan on running from me. Not that I think you will. You look like you will be my good girl won't you," he questioned waited for my response. Looking me dead in the eyes almost daring me to say anything other than yes. So I played my role and nodded to his likin, obviously. Since there was a million dollar smile plastered over his face now. One that I would have the pleasure slapping away.
"Trust me when I say it will be a real race for your life and your sanity," he said taking both my small wrists in one of his large hands. Slowly he rubbed circles on my inner wrists with his thumb, and I had to admit it felt amazing. It was like I had never been touched by a person before.
"Oh god! He was rubbing my wrist and I was letting him," I thought.
"You know if your gonna start a statement in your head I think its best to end it there," he said with a cocky smirk, which looked even better than his glare. "Besides you could have pulled away but you just can't admit it... you like me," he tried to pursuade me into saying. Inch by inch he was slowly becoming closer to my face. So close that my hands were no longer in his, but they were on his chest. Which was the only barrier between me and him completely touching. He was so close that I could smell the pineapple mixed with Polo Ralph Lauren that was him.
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To the READER,
This is just a small glimpse of what is to come on Eliza's adventure of strange love, living with her kidnappers rules, and finding out what he may or may not feel for her. I should have a picture of Angus pretty soon, and I plan for him not to dissapoint. So follow her on her journey along with Angus and her roomate Farrah. With this story and how I plan on it going expect the unexpected.
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Is This Really Necessary? : A Kidnapped Story
Mystery / ThrillerEliza Slake had everything in the world going for her. She was smart, beautiful, and has a voice of her own. So her starting college in the fall, at NYU was all she was looking forward to. But, halfway through last semester of her first year, Eliza...
