Taken

Chapter 3

Quick note before the chapter: 

Yes, the story and plot has changed a lot, and the plot will get very dark. So Obviously if you don't like where its going, give me feedback and if you don't like the new plot, don't read. BUT, I will be starting another story (romance or a paranormal horror) for those who aren't into the darker side of stories. 

Hope you enjoy the chapter guys.

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Kate's POV

I still can't remember much since last night apart from attending the party and leaving. I don't remember getting home at all. Was I drugged? Seems logical considering I have no clue on how I actually got here. 

I should be hating this though. I should be freaking the fuck out. So why am I so calm now I'm untied? 

"Oh god..." I can't can I? There's no way I'm still interested in him after all of this. No way.  He drugged me after a party while I was drunk. I've been secluded in a room that looks exactly like my own. He's been stalking me for who knows how long. For all I know there could be hidden cameras everywhere in this room and the bathroom. He sick. There's no way I should be feeling like this. 

To take my mind off of things I decide to wander around, searching for any sign of hidden cameras, and if I find any, I will continue, but to find blind spots. I need to get out of here because there's no way I'm staying here any longer.

"Jesus... There could be hidden cameras anywhere." I frown in frustration. Looking in the top corners of the room first, I spot some. One in every corner. How obvious does he want to be about watching me? In television shows, usually the camera's are hidden. Not in plain sight like this idiot has done. Unless he wants it to be obvious? Checking the bathroom I find more cameras, once again, in every top corner of the room. Thus showering will not be a private event. I bet he's already seen me nude. The fact that he's created an exact replica of my bedroom and bathroom makes me shudder. But the thought of him seeing me nude makes my cheeks go bright red. 

I feel like I've been put into a darker version of 50 Shades of grey. 

"Not creepy at all..." The sarcastic words blurt from my mouth. Is he watching me now?? He said he was going to school but with the restriction of the room having no clock I have no way to tell. Maybe he left earlier so he could watch my reaction through the cameras, or just to be completely and utterly creepy. 

Deciding to lie down for a while until I'm sure he's left for school so I can shower. I smell like shit and feel like shit after last nights party, not to mention I've just been kidnapped by, possibly, the hottest guy in school. Whom is now also the most mentally messed up person in the world. 

Isn't there a name for those type of people who 'feel things' for their kidnappers? But, there's no way. I just have to deny it over and over for it to become reality right? It's like that saying, when you lie so much, even you yourself starts to believe the lie. 

"This is so messed up. So. Fucking. Messed up." How long will he keep me here? Until I obey 'his every command'?  Until I admit my undying love for him? He needs some serious help. Like mental help. Do his parents know? Do they even know about this basement? Is this place even at his house or is it somewhere isolated? I don't even know the date or what the time is...