Kidnapped (Book 1)

Ready For A Second Try

              The man was watching the clueless police officers for over an hour. Two went off to find the missing car he stole and others examined the crime scene. There was nothing to see or find though. The man laughed to himself because of their stupidity. Later he would get Detective Hunter's daughter. He would pay. The man would have his friend back within a month.

             The man started his car and decided to go and check on the girls. He knew there was no way of escaping but it never hurts to check. They could find his secret passage way, though it was unlikely. How would they even get out of their rooms? His secret passage was a small air duct that was big enough so that he could squeeze through but once he got through there, it opened up and was big enough so he could stand up. He, of course, built the passage and it was a series of passage ways that he could travel if by some chance the police found his hidden rooms where the girls were. The passages led him about a mile or two away from the cabin and back up to the surface where he could escape, and where an extra car was located. He was prepared for anything, years of preparation was finally paying off.

              He got back to the cabin and decided to visit the girls and tell them about the new comer and about poor Faith. He never let the girls out of their rooms and wouldn't let them see each other but he would talk to them about each other. They knew that there were others girls. He checked his TV to see if any of the girls were sleeping. He didn't want to wake them up. To his luck, no one was sleeping.

            He walked to the first door and went in. Jessica was looking prettier than ever with her long black hair and beautiful golden dress that she was wearing. He had kidnapped her on the night of a school dance. Unlike the other girls, he had taken Jessica just because he wanted her. There was no certain reason besides that he needed practice kidnapping. She was sitting on her bed reading a book he had given her. He could be nice when he wanted too, but he could also kill if he needed too. He was like night and day. She put the book down when he walked in, her big brown eyes staring up at him. He knew she was scared of him and that's the way he liked it.

           "Hello, Jessica." He said smiling.

             He sat on her bed next to her as she quietly greeted him. He couldn't stop looking at her beauty. She looked away from his gaze being shy. He wondered why she wasn't used to him by now. It didn't bother him that much because it showed submission, which he needed of every girl. By watching Kelly, he knew that submissiveness would be harder to get from Kelly than any other girl.

           "You look very pretty today." He said.

             The man knew she didn't look any different from the day before, but that still didn't hide her beauty. She said nothing and tried not to look at him. Her long black hair was covering her face. The man took her hair and tucked it behind her ears causing her to tense up at his touch. She sat there was said nothing.

           "So you aren't going to talk to me?" He asked, crossing his arms.

            She shook her head no, still refusing to make eye contact. The man couldn't help but chuckle, she was always one to be blunt when answering his questions. He had asked her once if she hated him and without skipping a beat, she nodded her head. Normally, he would be pissed but for some reason her bluntness made him laugh. She normally didn't speak to him unless she had too.

           "Oh come on Jess." He said getting closer to her.

             He rested his hand on her knee and wrapped an arm around her. She got tenser but didn't speak. The man smirked at her body language. She didn't need to talk to tell him that she was scared. He was going to tell her about Kelly and Faith but had another idea since she wasn't going to talk to him about the girls either way.

            "Fine, all you have to say is stop and please leave." He said staring at her. Of course, she said nothing. Her stubbornness would occasionally come out here and there. He frowned and said, "If you want to be like that then fine."

               He let go of her and started to take off his shirt. She got wide eyed because she probably guessed that he would rape her. He didn't plan on it because he figured that she would speak. He never raped any of the girls; maybe kiss them but nothing like rape. His shirt was off now and he got really close to her, hoping to scare her into speaking. He needed to make a point that she needed to obey him. She was squished in the corner of her bed with him trapping her. She couldn't avoid his gaze either. He could see the fear in her eyes that was even stronger than it had been before.

           "Now all you have to say is stop and I'll stop but I'm not stopping unless I hear your beautiful voice." He said smirking.

          He leaned over and kissed her on the lips passionately. Not to his surprise, she didn't kiss back. He enjoyed kissing her, but it wasn't something he craved. He wanted Kelly more and tried to picture kissing her while he kissed Jess. He could have maybe enjoyed more if she kissed back but he knew that wasn't going to happen unless he threatened to kill her. He forced himself on top of her and started to kiss her neck slowly when he heard her voice.

           "Please stop." She cried.

            He pulled away grinning at her. She looked like she was going to cry. He loved the power he had over the girls, it made him feel amazing. A glimpse of his past came to the surface of his mind of the lacking of power in his household, which made him quickly repress the horrific memories of his past.

         "That's my girl." He said. She started to cry some. A few tears ran down her face.

         "Come on, please don't cry." He said wrapping an arm around her again. He kissed her on the cheek and got off of her.

            "I'll see you later, Sweetheart." He said as he got off the bed and put his shirt back on.

           He knew she would speak to him whether she liked it or not. He left the room satisfied with what happened. Hopefully, she would warm up to him. He didn't feel like going into Courtney Finders' room because she always tried to fight him and he would have to end up hurting her which he didn't want to do.

            He went into room three where Brooklyn Williams was being held. She was a very pretty sixteen year old beauty pageant winner, who actually talked to him. He walked in and greeted her. He called her Brooke for short instead of Brooklyn, which she never objected to. She looked up at him with her electrifying green eyes and greeted him back. She was also on her bed because that was the only place to sit besides the floor which was cold concrete. He went over and sat down next to her.

          "How are you doing today?" He asked, playing with a piece of her blonde hair.

           "Fine." She said, not as tense anymore as the other girls.

          "We're going to get a new guest here." He said smiling.

           "Who?" She asked.

              He liked her best because she talked to him like he was a normal person, and not just a cruel, kidnapper. He wasn't sure if it was because she had accepted her fate here or if she was just trying not to get herself killed, either way he appreciated it. Currently, she would be the last girl he would kill if had to pick.

            "A girl named Kelly Hunter. She is beautiful just like you." He said stroking her cheek.

            She gave him a little smile. He loved her smile. He leaned over to her and kissed her gently on the cheek. She blushed and the man couldn't help but smile at her blush. She didn't say anything else and he continued to talk to her. Since he had talked to her for a while, he didn't have time to talk to the other girls. It was time to play his game. The man was ready for Kelly. He walked out of the cabin smiling. No one would stop him.

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