Dangerous

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Prologue

I was walking home from sixth form in the dark which was normal but my stomach was twisted in uncomfortable knots.

The cold air was nipping at my skin my nose and cheeks flush as I pull my jacket closer to me. Walking further a store catches my eyes.

Runners clothing and footwear

In the store I could see no one. But the lights were on. Saving myself the time I continue my trip home.

My thoughts travel to my family back home most likely sleeping peacefully. And at moments like these I wish I'd have taken morning classes.

My thoughts were cut short when a large cold hand wrapped its way around my mouth and a strong arm slithered around my waist.

Wiggling to set my self free, I raise up my arms sucking in my stomach and running. I don't look back afraid I'd see how close I was to dying.

But of course I fall being the clumsy person I am. I think of all the pathetic movies when the female runs from the killer but falls down.

As I stand back up my cheeks flush in embarrassment. But I don't get anywhere before I'm thrown down. My head harshly making contact with the ground.

I let the tears spring to my eyes as the world suddenly goes blurry. As needle is pushed into my arm. The cool liquid rushing quickly through my veins.

The man above me starts to fade away also.

"Shh baby it'll be okay." He whispers.

I'm gonna definitely die
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I groan rolling on my side. The warm and fluffy duvet doing a great job in keeping me calm. It's not until I realize the tattooed arm wrapped around my waist. I let out a scream skidding off the bed.

I scoot towards the wall breathing in sharply.

My gaze lands on the man on the bed. He was gorgeous. His emerald green eyes light in excitement. His brunette wave falling loosely over his shoulder. But if it wasn't for the fact that I was forced here I might have been cool with him.

"Hey baby I was waiting for you to wake up." He explains.

I bite my lip harshly looking away from him. The pet names leaving me flushed and uncomfortable.

But weirdly enough I stand up taking shaky and nervous strides towards him. Crawling back in bed my fingers fiddle nervously in my lap.

He sighs and pauses, looking up at me through his thick lashes.

"Where am I ?" I ask looking around the room. It was a navy blue color. The walls and floors were a solid wood design.

"Some place where you belong." He says. I spot him watching me and I turn quickly away.

This was so awkward.

"Why do I feel like I can trust you?"

At the simple question he visibly gulps. I shrug it off, nausea coming over me suddenly.

And soon I'm asleep again.