Being The Badboy's Pet

"A warm bed for you, my dear"

Sorry for taking so long to update. I'm pre-writing chapters so I can update more often. Also, don't forget when I reach 2K reads I'm doing a writing spree. At least 3 chapters a day for a span of 3 days, all chapters over 700 words. Okay, enjoy!

Savannah's POV

The water that slowly slid down my throat burned my lungs as they caught some of the water along with my deep breaths.

As the cough that threatened to come out rumbled at the back of my throat, foot steps were heard slowly descended a flight of stairs.

Heavy footsteps, may I add.

The wide open door creaked as a fist made contact with it. The light that poured into the room shadowed over the figure in the doorway.

I squinted my eyes, trying to study him for a description to the police. But, as the figure emerged from the shadows and tilted his face, I bit back a gasp.

Sexy was not what I was expecting my captor to be. I was expecting a mean old man with a bloody beard and whatever.

Sexy, the name I choose to call him, had a soft expression on his face. And, he had a sudden resemblance to Hunter. A sharp pain stabbing at my heart.

Hunter probably didn't even notice me missing. I bet he's off getting nasty with Tiffany. The thought caused a gag to form in my throat.

"What's your name." Sexy asked, but refusing to use a questioning tone. He more of stated it.

My throat and lungs still burned and I found myself turning my head away, staring at the stone ground.

A loud fist was heard banging against something. I alike looked up to see sexy's balled up first pressing against the chair I was sitting in.

"What is you name." He seethed slowly, taking unnecessary pauses between words.

Scared out of my mind, I heard my voice squeak out "Savannah."

A satisfied smirk was placed on sexy's lips. His hands moved in a downward motion, pulling out a key and unlocked the handcuffs that attacked me to my chair. Instinctively, I shot my hands to my chest, rubbing the indents the handcuffs made.

Sexy began walking back towards the door, looking over his shoulder as if to tell me to follow.

I cautiously stood up, my legs wobbling slightly. I took slow steps out the door and up the stairs, following Sexy.

As we passed my several doors, my legs wouldn't give in to run away. Neither would my mind. So, I helplessly continued to follow the short-tempered captor I called sexy.

He stopped in front of a pure white door, making me crash into his back. I took wobbly steps backwards, steadying myself.

"Easy there, Dopey." Sexy joked, smirking back at me. I turned my head away.

I watched as Sexy opened the door and a marvelous master bedroom was revealed. The large window with a view of a green forest beauty. The flowing white curtains that draped off the Windows. The white dresser with a large mirror, reflecting the majestic white and light blue bed. The light blue carpet finished the room off, along with wall decorations and pictures.

I must of been staring because I was slightly pushed forwards, taking me by surprise. I stumbled over my own feet but before I hit the ground, I was pulled back up.

"Careful, Dopey." The nickname Sexy had for me caused my cheeks to heat up.

He steadied me and took my hand in his. My heart began pounding. Was this it? Was I going to die? Was he going to rape me?

Questions pounded in my head, causing me to gain a massive headache.

But, I didn't die. I wasn't raped. All sexy did was lead me to the bed, motion me to sit down and smirked. He looked me in the eyes and a genuine smile overtook his smirk. His next 7 words sent chills down my spine.

"A warm bed for you, my dear."