When a girl with a terrible past ends up reliving it a second time, how will she make this time different?
Stella Baldwin is an average 17 year old girl, nice friends, nice family, shes all around awesome. But there's a catch.
When she was 13, she...
I feel the car come to a compete stop after bouncing here and there in the back of this car. Like seriously. This dude, whoever he is, knows im blindfolded, and to top it all off, to make sure i didnt try and make a move, he tied my hands together behind my back. Its really hard keeping your balance like that, but I guess he doesnt care. OBVIOUSLY STELLA.
I hear the car door open on my side and i hear a faint voice, one that's not similar to the man's voice that kidnapped me.
"I actually thought that you'd fail." The other voice says.
"I told you that I'd get her. But when you told me she was still alive, i didnt think she'd be this pretty." I can hear the smirks of the two men as I neared closer to hear a bit more.
"So, what are your plans for her?" The voice says.
"I was gonna kill her on the spot, but now, I think I'm gonna have a little fun before I get to that part."
"Fun?" The voice is a thick British accent, and to be honest, if he wasnt working with my kidnapper, then I would have admitted that it sounds very sexy.
You just admitted it you bimbo. My sub-conscience tells me.
"Get out" I hear the man tell me. I refuse to move because lord knows where he could be taking me. "I said get out!" Not long after that raging sentence, I feel two strong arms grip my upper arms and yank me out of the car, in which I end up landing on the floor.
"Dude, this is the first day she's here, and you can't control her already. Grow some balls." The British guy announces.
I feel him once more grip me by my right upper arm, and pull me to my feet, where he drags me like a little puppet to wherever the hell we're going. Suddenly he comes to a halt, and i hear keys jingle, before a creaking noise is heard and he pulls me again. This time I' stepping on creaking wooden floors. He still doesnt stop dragging me until we reach another door. Keys jingle again and when the mysterious door is opened, an awful stench hit my nose.
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"Oh, my god! What is that smell?"
"The smell of death and despair, also known as your humble abode." The man slyly says.
"No way, I'm not staying in here, it smells like like dead rat."
"More than likely there's one in here. We haven't been here in a long time, so that could be possible." He pushes me inside, unties my hands, and I hastily take off my blindfold. I take a moment to let this man's features sink in.
He's tall, not to tall, like about 6'3', he's wearing a black fitted t-shirt and some long black jeans. His hair is not too long but not too short either, a nice shade of brown. He was built, his arms slightly covered in tattoos, and his eyes, held a mysterious green, dark color in it. He was attractive, I admit, but I am not, about to tell my kidnapper I was checking him out. At least, now i know how he looks.
"Take a picture, princess, it'll last longer." He says.
"Who are you? Why do you want me?" I feel the tears begin to form again, but i will not cry. Not again. I can not show this man I'm weak. He'll take advantage of that.
"I cant tell you much yet, because, I want you to figure that out. But my name is Logan, and from now on, you do as I say, and you live."
"This doesnt make any sense." I whisper to myself. why after so many years that this is happening again. You've always thought, that once this kind of thing happens, it wont anymore. Why me? All over again. What the hell did I do to deserve this?
" Just know, that you'd soon figure out why. And when you do, you're gonna be shocked sweetheart." He mutters. "Now rest up. I"m actually gonna let you out of here tomorrow." I look at him wide eyed. This has to be his first time actually kidnapping someone, like what in the world. But hey, I'm not complaining. "Dont look surprised. I'm not letting you out of the house, but out of this room, it really does stink in here." He turns toward the door. "Goodnight."
He closes the door, and i still can hear footsteps along the floor before they come to a stop, and voices are heard again.
"Mate, you got some balls. I mean i get that what she did was kinda putting a toll on you, but you kidnapped her man. You're becoming like me, and there can only be one of me. I just might have to get rid of you." I hear them both chuckle and two glasses clink together.
"Its not the worst I've done. I mean I haven't killed her yet right? I could have gut her like a fish by now, but as of right now, I just need her. She plays an important role in all of this remember?" he pauses. "And if i recall, earlier today, you said I needed to grow a pair."
"Yeh, I know. I say things like that all the time. But, I got to get back home. I know Ms. Clarise wouldn't want to look after her all night." The British guy says. "Catch you later mate." And with that the door closes. Looks like I'm gonna be stuck in here all night. One window, quite big actually, but it has bars on it. One door that's bolted shut. The only source of fresh air is from the crack that's between the bottom of the door and the floor. Its cold and dark in here. Its lonely in here. I can tell that this room had not so friendly events played out. There's writing on the walls. the bed is dusty, and the pillow looks like its dry rotted. There's a small wooden chair in the corner of the room. It sits there by itself. It's weird, like just facing the bed. Its kinda creepy. Hell this whole situation is creepy.
I just wish that I can unwind, and rewind to the part where I had asked my co-worker for a ride. Or I could have even called the cops once i heard the noise. So many things I could have don't differently so that i would not have been here. But the truth is..........
