I'm Being Kidnapped by a Demon. Lovely, huh? (Under Revision)

Chapter 3

When I woke up once more, everything was black and the sensation of moving was on me once again. He must have put me back in the bag when I was sleeping. I sighed and tried to stretch as much as I could. "Hey," His voice was muted by the sack. "Quit that." He shook my prison a little, just to get his point across.

"I guess that means there's no breakfast then..?" I asked tiredly.

"No."

"Where are we going?"

"You'll find out soon enough." He grunted. I glared at where I thought he was through the sack but didn't bother to answer.

"Are you going to tell me anything?"

"Here's a great idea! Shut up and quit moving." I did as I was told but only to make him less annoyed. Who knows what he'd do when he got angry. I was fairly certain he wouldn't harm me. It sounded more like I was being delivered, which meant he wouldn't want to anger his employer. Maybe if I annoyed him enough he'd decide it wasn't worth it and let me go. At least, that had worked in a book I read.

After a while, the silence began to bother me again. All I could hear was the wind moving past us and it was kind of unnerving, now that I knew how fast he could run. "Why did you kidnap me?"

"You already know."

"So who are you doing this for? Are they paying you? I could pay you too if you let me go. My parents have money." Even to my own ears my voice sounded desperate but I didn't care. I was scared and tied up in a sack going Heaven knows where with some pissed off stalker.

"Nice try." He grunted, the sound almost lost among the wind. "We're not stopping for lunch so here." A sandwich plopped down on my head before I could even look up and the bag was resealed.

"Well that's just lovely."

*****

"Hey! Wake up!" The bag was shaken roughly and I shook my head back and forth, trying to wake myself up from my doze.

"What? Is it dinner time?" I mumbled, my voice croaky from sleep.

"No. We're here."

I froze, my blood turning to ice as my panic started fresh. I started squirming uncomfortably. Wherever we were held the people who really wanted to take me. This could be the end of my existence any moment now. Were they selling me to the human slave market? Was I going to be some maid that cleaned a rich person's house for free? My face crumbled. What if they were sex slave traders? Pimps even? Or it could be some creep who likes to cut up teenage girls like me. Oh God, what was I going to do?

"Knock it off." He scolded severely. As if I could calm down in whatever place we had just arrived at. I tried my best to control my breathing which could turn to hyperventilating at any moment and tried to listen. There was a sudden jolt as if my captor had jumped from somewhere high. A wooden door, probably very large, squeaked open loudly and slammed shut behind us. Gravel crunched under foot and soon turned to stone flooring. I had the feeling of going down several hallways then finally the sound of a much smaller door opening. "Sir." My kidnapper murmured.

"Cody. You found her then?" An unfamiliar voice answered. It was quite deep and a little rough, as if he had been in the middle of something. I was more interested in the mention of my kidnapper's name. Cody? Why does it sound so... normal?

"Yes, sir."

"I trust there were no problems?"

"A sighting in North Carolina. I handled it." The tone of his voice made me shiver. A sighting? When had that happened? And what did he mean when he said he handled it?

"Very good. Alright, let's see her then."

"Shouldn't you clean up first?" Cody suggested, a hint of disapproval in his voice.

"I should, but I don't suppose I will. She'll have to see me like this, eventually."

"But, I really think—"

"Let her out, Cody. That's an order." The voice snapped. He sighed in defeat and I was gracefully dumped out onto the floor. My head spun dizzily for a moment at the impact and bright lights. When I could focus, my gaze shot around the room until I found the source of the voice.

A well-dressed man smiled down at me. His hazel eyes looked off somehow, like something dark was clouding them. His blonde hair was worn long, but gelled and styled in a way that made him look sophisticated instead of ragged like Cody. Around the man's mouth and down his pale throat was a dark liquid that I couldn't quite make out. It stained the neckline of his white linen shirt and looked dry in some places.

My eyes moved passed him, noting the walls were covered in books and oak shelves. I guessed it must have been some sort of study. Behind him there was a large oak desk with something draped carelessly over it. Is... Is that a body? It was an old women in a maid's uniform. Her neck was torn open by a large gaping hole with dark liquid flowing from it into a puddle on the floor. I looked at the man, then the maid and back again.

The dark liquid all over his mouth was blood.

I started screaming as I franticly crawled away from him, heading for the door. "Damn it." Cody growled and grabbed my foot dragging me back towards the man. He, on the other hand, simply frowned and wiped his hand across his mouth leaving another bloody trail over his white sleeve.

Cody held me up in front of him as I struggled violently. To my horror the man started moving toward me. "NO! No, no, no!" I sobbed, fighting Cody's grip until he released me. I scurried to the corner of the room, my back against the shelves and my body physically shaking.

"Cody, are the gates to the grounds locked for the night?"

"Yes, sir." He murmured, the sound gruff.

"I suppose it'll be fine if we left her on her own. We can find her in the morning." The man dismissed us, waving a hand at me, which I flinched away from. "Have this cleaned up. I'm having guests soon." The man aimed this at Cody and walked out of the room like nothing had happened. My kidnapper waited until his boss was no longer in hearing range before shooting me a pointed look. "Well go on. Run off."

I followed his order, sprinting out the door of the study, turning down halls and passageways. Where was the damn exit?! I looked for over two hours, passing multiple rooms twice before I realized I was going in circles. After a while my breathing became so labored I had to take longer and longer breaks, my adrenaline draining away to leave only my pounding heartbeat. I had only succeeded in getting myself lost further. I swayed on my feet and reached for the door on my immediate left, hoping it would be safe to rest for a while.

It was unlocked, but thankfully no one was there. The room was very dark, decorated with scarlet and black furniture. A set of balcony doors was on the far side of the room, but I didn't bother to check them; I'd hurt myself in the fall if I'd manage to make it that far. The bed was huge and unmade but I paid that no attention. After checking the room I settled on the closet, hiding behind random slacks and suit shirts, tears still leaking from my eyes. I wanted to go home. I wanted my calico cat Smudge. I wanted my parents, but most of all, I just wanted to be away from this God awful place. The image of the old women still haunted my mind. Another loud sob shook through me.

A few hours later I was quiet, no longer crying. I was all out of tears. If I'd been standing, I would have collapsed. Unable to keep my eyes open longer, I let myself drift off, praying I wasn't found.