Ransom

Chapter Two - Let's Dance.

"Loosen up babe, have a good time..."

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I winced as I lifted my head up gently from the wall it had been resting on, causing pain to shoot across my temples at the speed of light. Wondering how long I'd been sleeping, I yawned managing to fully open both eyes.

Where was I?

Panic quickly over took my previous thoughts as I observed my surroundings closely.

The room was a dull four poster room with a small ceiling light and chair. At the far corner of the dark room was a small bed that was slightly illuminated by the colored light that was shining brightly through a stained window, while the faint scent of cigarette smoke hung prominently in the air.

I winced in agony as I tried to lift my hands up only to realize that they were tied firmly behind my back with a thin wire that was rubbing my wrists raw.

How did I end up here? Where was Aaron? I thought trying to stop my wrists touching the wall behind me.

Movement brought my attention to a dark cloth lying opposite me at the other end of the room.

Eyeing the cloth as it neared me, I let out a small scream as I pulled my legs closer to my chest.

The cloth came to a halt before proceeding nearer, faster than before.

I cringed as the dark piece of fabric came closer and closer. Is this how I wanted to end my life? I thought as the room door was flung open.

I opened my eyes, just in time to see the cloth scurry backwards and fall as a harmless white mouse legged it to the nearest corner.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, I brought my attention to the dark haired figure leaning against the frame of the door.

"What the hell is all the screaming for?". The boy spoke gaining a glare from me.

He sighed a sigh of relief mockingly placing a hand over his toned chest. I hadn't seen him at woods earlier on.

"I seriously thought you were being kidnapped or something." He teased a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

I continued to glare at him as he made his way to the small bed before lying down on his back with his hands under his head.

I couldn't help but notice how the light from the stained window danced across his dark hair causing it to appear almost translucent.

"Don't tell me your mute?" He said ignoring my glare. "Aren't you at least going to ask me to untie your wrist or something?" He raised an eyebrow.

"How much?" I spat, ignoring his question.

"How much what?" He asked innocently.

I studied his face steadily looking for any hint of humor. But his face remained poker, his hazel eyes dull.

"How much are you holding me ransom for?" I asked, not even bothering to look scared.

He remained silent for a while before looking up to meet my eyes.

"That looks sore, do you need ice or something?" He asked nodding towards my head.

I continued to stare at him unfazed.

"I don't know who you are," I began, ignoring his previous question "and I don't plan to find out, so just tell me how much you are holding me for, let me speak with my parents then get the hell out of my life." I hissed, my brown eyes tearing through his hazel ones.