I was sitting in my room on my bed when I heard a noise from downstairs. My parents weren't supposed to be home for hours. I hid in my closet with fear striking me as I heard footsteps get closer to my bedroom door. My door slams open I hear shuffling. The closet door opens and WHAM I'm knocked unconscious. I wake with blurry vision and a pounding headache. I cry out in pain.
"Oh, Princess is awake." I hear from the room over. I couldn't see anything but brown and it smelled like dust. The bag over my head wasn't making my headache any better. The door opened and the bag was ripped off my head leaving my already messy hair messier.
"Hows your head?" He asked scanning me thoroughly.
"It hurts." I said giving him the shortest answer. He looked at me and gripped my chin forcing me to look at him. His eyes were beautiful. Like the ocean blue, deep, and mysterious. His lips were the brightest shade of pink and his skin porcelain. It was to late before I'd realised I was biting my lip.
"I think I'll keep you." He whispered in my ear nibbling my earlobe softly. Goose bumps collected on my arms as my heart raced and my breath hitched.
"Make you nervous?" He asked kissing the skin below my ear behind my jaw. If my hands weren't tied behind my back I still wouldn't know whether to smack him or kiss him. I think I'm developing a problem toward my captor. He stepped away allowing me a full view of his body. He was wearing a pair of ripped blue jeans and no shirt. His abs were toned but porcelain like his face. He stepped in once more kissing my lips softly. I mentally kicked myself for kissing him back. He may be a kidnapper but honestly I don't think I had a problem with it anymore or even a care in the world who he is. I have stockholm syndrome and I don't want to get over it.
