Chapter 2

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by archfeykoi

by archfeykoi

I heard music drifting into my room from down the hall. I grimaced at the locked door before walking over to the dresser, pulling my father's picture out of my sleeve and placing it atop the dresser. The music stopped abruptly, and I stepped inside my closet- though it was a bit small- and sat in the corner.

A few minutes later, I heard him knock on my door, so I got up and walked into the front room.

"Come in," I called warily.

He hesitated before unlocking the door and slowly opening it. "We need to talk..."

"About what, may I ask?"

"You..." He muttered.

"About me..." I inquired. "You are my kidnapper, I am your prisoner. I thought that was it?" I asked, defeated.

"Enough." He murmered darkly, stepping into her room. "I asked you what else you wished to know... You didn't respond. Surely you wish to know more..." He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Well first... What is your name...?" I had to ignore the push of all the other questions. I looked at him expectantly.

He stared at me a long moment before speaking. "Erik." He said simply.

I nodded, slowly and thoughtfully. "Why have you brought me?" I knew he'd probably have a harder time answering this one so I sat back and looked around.

"Amusement, I suppose..." He muttered, staring straight at me.

"Why is it that I don't believe you?" I asked, sighing dramatically, staring into his eyes.

He smiled devilishly at me. "Christine... You aren't ready to handle the truth." He stepped closer to me with each smoldering word. I felt indignant.

"I believe I am. I need to... After all..." I glanced over at the picture of my father on the dresser. "I need to know the truth." I looked back over to him, a feeling of suspense and indignity taking over.

"No... You don't," He sneered. He continued to stare at me, drawing closer still with each word.

I stepped back. "Why can't you tell me? You brought me here.... I hardly know the reason why..."

He stepped dangerously close, drawing in a heavy breath. "I can tell you. I just won't. You are here for a reason, a reason unknown..."

"Unknown only to me and the rest of the world... Erik..." I spoke his name quietly and didn't move, not seeing the need.

He grasped my shoulders lightly, pushing me gently and securely to the wall, narrowing his eyes. "You nor the world need to know my secrets, Christine..." He hissed through clenched teeth.

I looked down, not fighting, but not loving being against the wall. "If it's about me, I think I'd deserve to know," I said quietly.

He leaned in close- so close I could swear he would have.... nevermind.... then stepped back abruptly. "Don't test me..." He scowled.

"How do you know me?!" I demanded, glaring at him now. He was seriously breaking my nerves...

He ignored my question-- go figure-- and looked at me angrily.

"How do you know me?!?" I asked once again, raising my voice this time.

"Don't you dare raise your voice to me, Girl!" He clenched his fists like he was about to hit me. Sure, I probably deserved it, but he could have been a bit nicer about kidnapping me. Jeez.

"Maybe I'm in the mood for dying today!" I yelled, angry at him, and resentful to his 'superiority'.

He grabbed my wrists, pulling me close, breathing heavily. I glared at him. "Do you really wish to know of why you are here? ....Why I haven't killed you yet?"

"Yes! I do!"

He tightened his grip on my wrists, before pulling me closer and kissing me powerfully. A wave of shock shot through me. 'What the....' I couldn't move, couldn't think. Despite my confusion, I kissed him back. He continued kissing me for a moment before he pulled away abruptly, stepping back quickly. He stared at me a long moment.

"Take a guess..." He mumbled before quickly leaving my room, forgetting to lock it.