A/N- So, is anyone even reading this? If not, I have another story I would like to try out. Better than this one. But if anyone wants me to finish this, I would be more than happy. Let me know!!
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It wasn't too long before my kidnapper returned. He was still silent, and he still kept the lights off.
He immediately made his way to the bed and sat on the side. He seemed to contemplate something, but soon his hand was on my chin. I wondered if he could see me in this dark, because I certainly could not see him. He brushed a rogue hair from my forehead and gently kissed the spot where the hair once lay. I didn't know what this man looked like, but something in his kiss felt comforting. It was familiar, but it did not drive me wild. Perhaps if I knew what he looked like, it may have driven me mad.
But, alas, I was still being kept in the dark. Literally.
His kiss lingered on my forehead and his hand cradled my head.
He didn't talk to me, as we sat in uncomfortable silence upon the bed. Ugh, this bed that was my cell, and this darkness that was my prison. And him? He is my warden.
"W..What do you want? Is it money? Because I don't have any."
Against the shadows I could faintly make out that my captor was shaking his head.
I took a deep breath, and asked my next dreaded question.
"Sex?"
He didn't answer for a moment, and I admit, it made my heart race. However, I saw him slowly shake his head again. Though I was happy that he wanted neither of those two things, it only made my curiosity spike.
"Are you going to hurt me?"
His head tipped to the side, as if he was taking my face expressions in with my question.
Then, I heard his husky voice say "Yes" before his hands swiftly clenched my neck.
I felt as though there were drums beating inside my head and my eyes were about to explode. I could do nothing but wriggle underneath his strength. How weak and pathetic I was. I couldn't even claw at him. Just before I lost consciousness, I felt my shirt being ripped open.
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