Angelic Danger - 2nd Draft

Chapter 2

I had the worst headache I'd ever had in my life. Not even the hangover after my twenty-first birthday could compare. I kept my eyes closed and stayed as still as possible for a while. If I knew anything about these hangover migraines, it was that movement, light, and sound made them worse. I tried to open my mouth to tell Seth to get me some aspirin or something, but it wouldn't. Something was sticking my lips together, tugging at my skin whenever I moved. I reached up to remove the thing on my face, but my arms wouldn't budge. Confused as hell, I opened my eyes.

I had no idea where I was, but I knew I wasn't supposed to be there. The room was mostly dark, some light shone in from under what I assumed was a door. Although I couldn't see much, I could tell I was tied down to a chair with duct tape over my mouth. Suddenly, memories came flooding back to me. Walking down the dark street, the mysterious stranger, telling Seth to call 911. I'll be fine, I'd told him on the phone, Only one more block to the bank and I'll head straight home. I could only imagine how much he was panicking right now.

I felt around my left ring finger and felt the ring was still there. My heart rate slowed ever so slightly knowing that I hadn't lost it. I had no idea who this guy was or why he wanted to kidnap me, but it apparently wasn't to rob me.

I contemplated yelling for help through the gag. My thought process was that if he had gagged me, then he probably wants to keep me quiet. And if that's the case, then we might be somewhere close to other people that could hear me. Or it might just be for show and the gag added to the atmosphere. The fuck if I know.

I tried to wriggle my wrists to see if I could loosen the ropes tying me to the chair. They wouldn't budge. A small voice in the back of my mind started to tell me that this was it, I would be stuck here forever, I'd never see Seth again, this is where I would die. Logically, I knew that this was an overreaction, but I didn't feel particularly logical at this point.

I started thrashing as much as I could, desperately trying to get loose. I did not want to die here. I viciously rocked the chair back and forth, hoping it would break, but it wouldn't. I stopped thrashing, breathing deeply. I was going to get out of here somehow. I was going to see Seth again and we would get married and live happily ever after.

Then the door opened. As my eyes adjusted to the sudden burst of light, a figure filled the doorway. A dark silhouette of a man towered over me. I tried to maintain a stoic expression. The atmosphere and set up of this whole thing made me think this guy was into the satisfaction of striking fear. So I wasn't going to show him any.

"You're awake," Mysterious Stranger said in a deep, rumbling voice. I assumed that this was the Mysterious Stranger who had kidnapped me in the first place, so I dubbed him as such.

I didn't respond. Not that I really could have if I wanted to. I just stared at where I assumed his eyes were. His dark silhouette made it difficult to discern where his features were.

Mysterious Stranger stalked around me, making a full circle around the chair. He stopped to my right, just in the light so I could finally get a good look at him. He was not what I expected at all.

He couldn't have been much older than me. He was handsome, besides the fact that he had kidnapped me and tied me to a chair in a dark room. He had clear blue eyes and dark blond hair. He was probably somewhere around my height, although it was hard to tell under current circumstances. He was definitely fit, which showed through his dark grey t-shirt and jeans. He certainly didn't look like a kidnapper.

One thing that worried me was that he had no qualms about letting me see his face. If I ever get free, I'd be able to identify him. Which meant he had absolutely no intentions of letting me go. My panic attack started to set in again, but I refused to show that to him.