Abducted Rose

Chapter 3

I woke up to the sound of a slamming door. I looked over my shoulder to see John walking past me and towards the table with the lamp on it. He grabbed the ointment off of it and walked over to me. He crouched down in front of me before speaking.

"How are your wrists?"

"They're sore, along with my entire body." I groaned as I stretched my limbs as much as I could. Sleeping upright the whole night had made me ache all over.

"I'll put some more medicine on them." He said, ignoring my latter comment. He moved behind me and cut the rope for my wrists. I pulled them in front of me as he walked back around. He unwrapped the bandages and put more ointment on my wrists. As he put new bandages on them, I tried to make my plan.

"Can I go to the bathroom?" I asked. After he finished wrapping my wrists he looked up at me.

"Yeah." He cut the rope around my ankles and I immediately shoved his shoulders so he fell to the ground. I ran straight for the door but slyly grabbed the screwdriver that I had spotted the day before. As I continued to run, I stealthily slipped it into my pants. I raced towards the door and grabbed the handle but felt arms wrap around my waist. I shoved my feet at the door, using the momentum to make us topple to the ground with me on top of him. I rolled off quickly and tried for the door handle again. He wrapped his legs around mine and grabbed my wrists with one hand. He then wrapped his other hand around the back of my head as we crashed to the ground. I felt his hand smash against the cement floor instead of my head. I looked up at him in shock; our faces only inches apart.

Did he...put his hand there on purpose?

"Why?" I breathed.

"I told you. My client asked for me to keep you safe. If I can, I'm supposed to keep you uninjured. I don't get a payday if you get hurt." He explained. I stared at him in disbelief.

That may be true but...

"You didn't have to go that far, though." I whispered. For some unknown reason I felt like I shouldn't talk too loud.

"Hm." He stared at me for a moment longer, seeming confused. He then released my legs and stood up, pulling me up into his arms. This time, I didn't fight him. I felt like I was paralyzed. He walked back to the chair and set me down in it. As I sat there, still in my trance, he tied my ankles to the chair again and my wrists behind me.

"I'm going to get some food for you. I'll be back soon, alright?" I heard him walk out and the door slam behind me once again. The screwdriver was painfully sticking into my skin from sitting down. I shimmied myself until it wasn't pinching me anymore and sighed in relief. I started thinking about the altercation I had earlier with John.

His hand is probably cut and bruised pretty badly. I wonder if he will take care of it.

I shook my head from my thoughts.

What am I thinking? He kidnapped me! I should hate him!

I looked over to the lamp and watched as the light glow from it flickered.

So why...am I so concerned for him?

I heard the door open behind me and I jumped from surprise. I turned my head so I could see him. He brought a plate up to me with eggs, toast and bacon. The aroma was so wonderful I couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Here." He held a fork full of eggs in front of me and I opened my mouth. As he fed me, I couldn't help but watch his face. He was so concentrated on his task that he didn't notice my gaze. His hair looked soft as it fell in small waves over his forehead. It was roughly cut just above his eyebrows like he had done it himself. His skin looked like he had bathed in the sun for too long and the corner of a tattoo peaked out along his neck. It was part of a word but only two letters showed.