" Stay here." The voice whispered. The mysterious presence led me through a strange hallway and into a bedroom. Panic rose within me as I was pushed to the bed. " Alexander will be down shortly. Would you like anything?" I stared at the hulking presence of the bar tender from last time. He smiled warmly as though he did not kidnap me. "Scotch? Bourbon?" I shook my head staring down at my hands. "Sprite and a plate of getting the hell out of here." " Sorry fresh out of that. We have sprite and stay the hell in this room until I come back. All threats intended." He flashed two large canines that looked like fangs. I cowered into the bed moving to the pillows.
"I'll just have the sprite please." The bartender nodded before closing the door behind him. I heard the audible lock click behind him. How did I manage to get kidnapped when i was on a lovely date with Terrance? God i hope they weren't beating him up right now or worse strapping him to a bed post and whipping at him! My heart thumped wildly in my chest as i looked around the room. It was simple with a small window on the side of the room. It was big enought to be a whole apartment. There was space for a couch and a televison along with a bed and bathroom. The contents that spread over dressers were like riddles to me. If crave was as demented and hot as i thought he was, why did he have things like axe body spray and books scattered around. I spotted a computer on the coffee table. I moved towards it slowly straining my ears for the bar tender. The computer blinked repeatedly on standby. Slowly, i slid my finger across the touch pad watching the computer humm to life. The lock screen turned on much to my dismay.
"Nothing more annoying that a prying woman." Crave's voice whispered from behind me. I jumped nearly falling over the laptop if his ice cold hand caught my wrist. "Nothing more annoying than a man that does not know when he has been rejected." I whispered back as he set me on my feet. He chuckled still touching my wrist. "Where is Terrance?" I asked liking the feel of his hands against mine. "He is out there enjoying himself." He whispered tracing the veins in my wrist."Then why am i here?" "I wanted to talk to you my sweet. I haven't stop thinking about you after you ran away." "You. Are. A. Creep." A sexy creep. "Don't say that after you wandered into my den little gazelle, and might i add for a second time."
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Damaged
RandomA part of me has always felt like its been missing. It's as if I am only living out part of my soul with adoptive parents and sister. I adore them but still I feel empty that is until my overly strict parents let me off for a night on the town with...
