When my eyes opened, I was on the ground free of any kind of binds. I immediately sat up but felt in ache in the back of my head. I groaned and rubbed the spot, completely standing up. I dropped to one knee from the sharp pain that jolted through my right leg, overtaking my entire bottom half. I yelped silently in pain and attempted to stand up again, this time more slowly.
I looked down and saw that I was wearing jeans and a navy and lavender sweatshirt. How in the world did he have money for this? And why did he have girl clothes? I shook off the thought because it if he did kill other girls before, I didn’t want to know. I lifted up the sweatshirt and saw I was wearing a grey, loose tank top underneath. If he was going to beat me and stab me in the thigh, why would he care about what I was wearing?
I also noticed that if I’m in different clothes, that meant he was touching me and dressing me. I got a sharp pain in my stomach because the thought disgusted me. I hated the fact that he, out of all guys was touching me.
“You shouldn’t put too much pressure on your leg.” I jumped at his voice and looked through the darkness of the room to find him. When I saw him, I had to keep myself from looking down. He was wearing nothing but sweats and even though this guy was a creep, a psycho, and just revolting, he had a six pack and I’m a girl so I had to fight every urge to check him out.
“Yeah and you should really put a shirt on.” He smirked and walked toward me, sauntering. “Do I make you uncomfortable?” I took a step back into the darkness groping for something solid. “Of course you do! You kidnapped me and I’m god knows where! You’re a psycho!” He froze; obviously what I said struck him. With his teeth gritted, he said, “I’m not as psychotic as you think.”
Okay now I know he was definitely crazy. The man kidnapped me and tied me up! He stabbed me in the thigh and touched me in my sleep! He was definitely psychotic. I scoffed and said, “Yeah right. You’ve probably done this before, haven’t you?” He lunged forward in the darkness and clutched my torso, pulling it towards him.
I slammed against his chest and he roughly grabbed my chin, making me look at him. “Does it really matter to you? The only thing you should be worried about is keeping that gorgeous body of yours breathing. Maybe you should reconsider being so stubborn and maybe change your ways.”
His brown eyes bore into mine in a cold stare. I looked down not knowing what to respond to that and he let my chin drop. But he didn’t give up so easily, he grabbed my wrist and stormed into the darkness of the room. I blindly tried to follow him and not trip over my feet and eventually we reached a staircase, he pulled me up the countless stairs with him and then he stopped.
He produced something from his pocket and then clicked it into what I assumed was the door and opened it. Light poured from the door and he roughly pulled me through it with him. He closed the door behind him and I looked around at the new scene. It appeared to be just a normal kitchen.
He had state of the art appliances and an island in the center of the kitchen where various pots, pans, and knives hung. I gulped and quickly looked away from the knives. I felt a hand grab my wrist again and he pulled me down a hallway that was on the right of the kitchen. I matched his pace while we turned a corner and found ourselves in front of another staircase going up. He pulled my hand and went up the stairs with me following him.
When we reached the top, he took a left and stormed down the carpeted hallway versus the hardwood from before. I noticed the walls were painted a subtle tan and no pictures hung on the walls, no décor either. He stopped when we reached a white, wooden door. He turned the knob and whisked me into the room.
He closed the door behind me, locked it, and let go of my wrist. I looked around the room and saw a giant, king sized bed against the middle wall of the room. The bed was made with plain blue sheets and blue pillows. On the wall across from the bed, there was a fifty-two inch flat screen and table beneath it with a single picture. Before I could get a better look of the picture, he dragged me toward the bed and pushed me on it.
