Kill Me Now (Modern Cliches, #1)

The Bargaining

This is where I learn that pleading with your kidnapper to let you go is considered rude. Fancy that.

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You know what's worse than being kidnapped? Being stuck in a car trunk for over fourteen hours.

Yah, I was hungry, tired, my wrists were raw, I had to take a piss like no one's business and I had a headache to end all fucking headaches. Turns out rolling around in a trunk where your head could bounce around rather roughly isn't good for the brain. Who fucking knew?

To be honest in the fourteen or so hours I had spent in the trunk I had gone through all five stages of grief and was currently on acceptance. I was going to die and that was how it was going to be. I would be a face in some serial killer's momento book. Not a simple photo either. No, I'm talking this guy would probably peel my face off and stick it in a book. A real life fucking Facebook. I shuddered at the thought.

I rolled roughly to the back of the trunk as kidnapping jackass slammed on the brakes. My heart started pounding once more as I curled up. The car was turned off and I could hear footsteps crunching on gravel. I prayed heavily to god (despite the fact I knew the bastard was probably laughing his ass off at my expense), that I would find a way to escape this fucked up situation. The trunk was opened and I blinked at the bright light that came in, temporarily blinding me.

"Oh, sweetheart. I forgot about those." The voice was almost crooning but it was almost familiar. Large hands grasped me and I was slowly lifted to sitting. I blinked rapidly, trying to focus on my kidnapper's face. "You rubbed your wrists raw. That's no good." The hands tugged at the ropes, taking them off but the relief was short lived as they were tied in front of me instead.

"Please. Please just let me go." My voice was croaky and I went to rub my eyes but the same person grabbed my hands again.

"Don't beg, love. You are safe now." The voice made me wince and I flinched back, cowering away from my kidnapper.

"Please, please I'll do whatever you want. Just let me go home." I wanted to cry. I had been kidnapped, driven to lord only knew where and my fate would be determined by what ever person had taken me.

"You belong with me now, honey." The brightness faded and I could finally see his face as he pulled me out of the trunk. It was the fucking guy from the coffee shop. To be honest, I shouldn't have been that surprised at the revelation. The dude basically screamed 'I don't take no for an answer'. But no, I stood there and gaped at him like a fucking idiot.

"Why-who are you? Why did you kidnap me?" My voice was pitched higher and he simply gave me that creepy smile that I believed he thought was charming.

"Kidnap? No, I took my mate as is my right." He said it as if it were the most simple thing in the world and I froze.

"Wait. What?" I blinked at him. The first words that popped into my head was his brain was more than likely so riddled with psychosis it would look like swiss fucking cheese. I was in the hands of a crazy person.

"Mate. As in the one person the moon goddess made just for me. My soul mate." He ran a hand down my hair before leaning in for what felt like a kiss. I turned my head quickly, his lips pressing to my cheek. Shit, he was fucking nuttier than peanut brittle.

"Okay. I'm not sure what you are thinking you are feeling but I need to go home. Please take me home." I sniffled, I didn't want to cry but the fucker had kidnapped me and took me from my home. He had ample opportunity to murder me and dispose of the body. He made a sympathetic sound before he pulled me to his chest, hugging me tightly. I stiffened in the embrace. He was a grade 'A' psycho.

"You should really be thanking me, sweetheart. You weren't entirely living very well. You are lucky I stumbled upon you. Your life will be so much better having me provide for you." Okay, he was a sexist psycho who was treading on asshole territory. I didn't need it too but irritation was warring with my natural survival instinct of fear.

"I liked my life. Please, my parents must be really worried about me. Please, I should go home." I kept the pleading in my voice and he stiffened. This time I wasn't hearing things as a fucking growl rumbled out of his chest. A fucking sexist psycho who could fucking growl. Nice.

"Hush, love! I won't hear anymore about this. Its rude." At that I was floored. Rude. Rude. He was calling me rude for asking to go home after he fucking kidnapped me. He was fucking delusional. However I kept my mouth wisely shut because I didn't know if his delusion of mates was the only thing keeping me alive at the moment.

Do you know how hard it was for me to not to say something to a person who needed a verbal thrashing that rivaled the brutality of the Mongolian hoard lead by Ghengis Khan?

It.

Was.

Fucking.

Brutal.

But I had to play nice at this point because creepy coffee shop dude might have the urge to wear my skin if I didn't.

Fucking bullshit. Do you see why I would be driven insane by this? Do you?

Thought I was stuck in the middle of fucking no where with a Buffalo Bill knock off!

'It rubs the lotion on its skin!'

GOD!