Unforseen Circumstance

Chapter 1

"Please don't do this," I beg with a tight throat and blurry vision from unshed tears. I'm defenseless, tied so tightly to a chair that even the slightest of movements is painful. The room I am currently being held in is nearly pitch black and I've been left with just my blaring thoughts for what seems like hours, but I know someone's in the room with me. I sense their presence, its dark and intimidating. I want to panic but I know it'll do me no good.

I desperately try to calm my racing heart and thoughts with little success. I try to think rationally, trying to find any kind of sense in why I of all people was put in this position. Why me? I'm brought out of my disturbed thoughts by movement at the other end of the room. I feel the presence getting closer and closer. My heart rate picks up and my breathing turns rapid and shallow. My fear is starting to become palpable. I hear faint footsteps and I'm starting to question whether my captor is male or female, but then I make out the outline of a tall broad figure and my thoughts are answered.

"Well Alessandra, are you uncomfortable yet?"

The voice was deep and slightly rasping with a strange accent of some sort. If I had met this guy on the streets I would have found his voice sexy, actually I still find it sexy.

I'm stunned by my wayward thoughts. Here I am restrained to a freaking metal folding chair and thinking about how sexy my captor's voice is. What the hell is wrong with me! I should be outraged or scared out of my wits.

I study my captors figure and try to read the aura radiating off of him. I sense that he's a very in control and impatient kind of man and that I'll have a very limited amount of questions I'll be able to ask. I contemplate what questions would give me the most leverage. Leverage is all I'll have to barter with him to get me out of here.

"Who are you?" I ask with only the slightest of a quiver to my voice. I immediately take that as an accomplishment.

The figure only only slightly cocks his head like he's amused. He takes his time to answer. The silence stretching out before us. I became more uncomfortable with each passing second. The silence unnerving, and I began to wonder if he was going to speak to me at all. Let alone answer my question. The figure takes a step forward, but I'm still unable to make out any of his features.

"That you will learn in good time Alessandra."

He spoke with an arrogant bored tone. This whole encounter seemed rehearsed on his part. Like he'd done this before.

Wait! He knew my name!

In a slight panic I asked, "How do you know my name?! Why am I here?"

"How I know your name is directly related to why you're here Alessandra, and I'm afraid that at this particular moment I don't exactly feel like indulging you with the information you currently desire."

It took me a moment to comprehend all that he said. I was expecting my captor to hold all the stereotypical behavior and mannerisms of the kidnapper you hear about. I was very confused. He didn't have the sexual motives. My kidnapping seemed very well planned out. There was a very strong motive for my kidnapping and they weren't sexual or malicious.

I don't remember much about how I got here. But I remember the events leading up to it.

I have a single dorm room and Vanessa and I had been studying for hours for our upcoming psychology exam.

"Alright I'm going to bed, I'm suffering from brain overload."

I looked over at Vanessa sitting next to me at the desk, she's staring up at the ceiling spinning in my desk chair her long black hair flowing down the back of the chair. I contemplate trying to convince her to study with me q little longer but I'm tired of studying as well. It would be a lost cause.

"Alright I think I'm going to hit the hay as well. I'm exhausted."

Vanessa slowly pulls herself out of the chair and stretches her long slim tan model like body. She picks up her books and notes up off the desk and makes her way over to the couch sluggishly to pick up her purse and her jacket.

"I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast. Oh and actually go to sleep instead of staying up and studying more will ya." She says as she walks out the door.

As soon as the door shuts I shove my notes into my textbook and set it on my desk. I slowly stand up and walk into my closet. I strip and change into new underwear and my favorite outstretched sweatshirt. I sigh in contentment, turn off the lights and hook my phone up to the charger bit not before turning on my alarm. I climb into bed and snuggle up to my pillow and instantly fall asleep. The next thing I know I wake up tied to a chair.

Authors Note:
Wow 875 words! I didn't know I had it in me. Please let me know what you think. I'll take any critique I can get.

With lots of love to you who bravely opened this book,
Gabrielle