Adorably Abducted ✧ Sparklington/SyndiSparklez

Wakey Wakey

Hello Tacos! Welcome back to this crazy series!
Let me tell you a few things before this book starts (PLEASE READ THEM! It's kinda important.)

1. My writing has gotten way better, thanks to your guys' help, so PLEASE feel free to comment suggestions and favorite so I know what do to/what not to do.

2. This book is a sequel to my other SyndiSparklez fanfic, Perfect Imperfections. I highly recommend you check that book out first, otherwise you're gonna be all sorts of confused.

3. This book deserves a HUGE TRIGGER WARNING! This book is much more serious than the first book, and could give some people anxiety. I even gave myself anxiety while writing it. Please be aware that there are many mature subjects covered in this book, and I want to make sure you all know this is completely fictional. I apologize sincerely if I give any of you anxiety, because that is definitely NOT my intent in any way. I wrote this for the sole purpose of entertainment, and I don't want any of you to be uncomfortable. If you do read this and get panicked in any way, feel free to message me, cause I'd be more than happy to cheer you up. (I'm basically on WattPad 24/7)

Okay, now that all that is over, I hope you enjoy!
Love you, Tacos!

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My hot breath danced around my face, clogging my lungs.

I peeled my eyes apart, darting them around my surroundings.

Nothing.

Complete darkness.

My licked my cracked lips, my tongue tougher than sandpaper.

"H-Hello?" my voice croaked out. My throat burned.

I tugged on my wrists. They were bounded together by something. I let out a small yelp as the material cut deeper into my skin.

The fabric surrounding my head lifted away, tossing up my damp hair.

"I see you're up, Jordan," a thick, British accent stated. It was harsh, unlike Tom's. "You're sweating, why? There's no need to be nervous around me, Jordy."

My vision blurred as my eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness.

I couldn't make out much.

A tall silhouette stood in front of me, dark cement bricks covering every wall. A single lightbulb dangled from the ceiling, illuminating every inch of the small room.

My shoulders ached, my scalp pounded.

I let my head drop down, dangling beside my shoulders.

"Jordy, are you alright?"

The silhouette crouched down in front of me.

Where am I?

I lifted my eyes, meeting my captor's strong gaze.

"Jordy? Don't ignore me," the voice cooed.

I know that voice.

I squinted my eyes together, focusing on the man's facial features.

He had a slender face, pale skin. Bright-blue eyes, and shaggy, brown hair.

"James?" I whispered. Broken images of the man throwing fists in my face flooded my brain.

Tom.

Panic flushed over me. James must've knocked me out.

"Oh Jordy, you're awake!" he exclaimed.

"Where's Tom?" I asked, my voice shaking.

I watched James' joyful face immediately harden.

"Seriously? Tom is all you care about, huh? I spent all this time finding you, and bringing you here, and you ask about TOM?" he yelled.

I jerked at the rope binding my wrists.

James laughed at me, darkly.

"That's not going to work, you know."

I didn't listen to him. I kept fighting, struggling to get away from the chair. I kicked my legs, digging the rope into my flesh.

"I can't believe you, I actually thought you might love me back," James mumbled.

"I'd never love you," I spat.

James darted in front of me, pushing my shoulders into the back of the metal chair I was strapped to.

"Do you know how hard it is to be denied by the person you thought you loved?" James asked, harshly.

"I'm not in love with you."

"I wasn't talking about you, Jordan. Don't be selfish," James said, walking away from my chair. "I loved Tom, but he didn't love me back. No, in fact," he continued, spinning around to meet my eyes. "HE REJECTED ME FOR YOU!"

I flinched at the volume of his voice.

"So I thought, what's so great about Jordan?" James lowered his voice, continuing his story. "And that got me thinking, well a lot of things are great about Jordan. Your hair, your smile, your voice, your personality... And I realized, it wasn't Tom I wanted," James explained, crouching back in front of me.

"It was you."

"Let me go," I demanded.

"Oh, about that, yeah, no," James laughed, patting his hand against my knee.

"Why not? I thought you loved me?" I asked, playing his game. If I want to win, I have to play, but I'm going to play my way. My fingers fumbled around the rope, trying to untangle the tight knot.

"I do love you, Jordy. I never said I trusted you," James muttered, lightly tracing his fingers against my thigh.

I bucked my knee up, trying to get him to back away. I didn't like him touching me. I wanted to go home.

This has to be a dream.

"Now, now, Jordy. If you want me to trust you, you're going to have to stop fighting me."

Wake up.

James lifted his hand higher up my thigh, pushing up my green shorts.

Jordan, it's time to wake up now.

"Stop!" I gasped out.

For the love of God, just WAKE UP!

A stinging sensation bit at the side of my cheek.

"Don't you EVER fight me again," James yelled, lowering his hand from my face. "GOT IT?"

He may have hit me, but at least he wasn't touching me anymore.

"Got it," I whispered.

"That's my good boy," James murmured, kissing the same cheek he had slapped. "I love you, I'll be back later."