Kidnapped by Him

Chapter 7

Bell's POV

Life really made no sense right now I kept thinking to myself as I laid in bed that night. Why did he have to kidnap me? Something was fishy though. I could just feel something was going to happen... But what? Why did he kidnap me?

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It has been a week since Brad kidnapped me and I haven't really talked to him at all. We never ate dinner together and he always seemed to be absent but I knew he was somewhere in the house. I was too scared to try and run away, but I'm not sure if he would ever hit me.

McCoy had been haunting my dreams and I usually woke up with a cold sweat. Just thinking of that night made my body shake. My bruises were healing but from their size they aren't going away for another week. I had light scratches on my neck but my face remained unharmed besides one of my cheeks rubbing against the tree which now left the skin slightly red and agitated. I wondered all week about why brad had kidnapped me. It made absolutely no sense. Brad had no clothes for me so this whole week I was forced to wear his baggy shirts and boxers. His smell always enveloped me and it was nice though I hated to admit it.

Today I was determined to get some answers. It was mid afternoon and I set off looking for him. I looked in the kitchen and living area. The house was huge and filled with dark brown wood furniture. It had a modern look to it but I couldn't help but notice the absence of family photos or even a sign of life.

Seeing as he wasn't down here I decided to check his room remembering my last encounter in there. My cheeks tinted pink and I wanted to slap myself. Get your head in the game belle. I approached the door taking a deep breathe and opened it. His back was to me and I saw he was packing.... I cleared my throat and he turned around.

Before I could summon up any courage to speak or ask any questions he spoke," We are leaving soon." I looked at him quizzically.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

" I can't tell you until we are there." He retorted.

I laughed," You're funny. No way in hell am I going with you anywhere."

He stopped packing and fully faced me lifting an eyebrow," Is that so?"

I felt intimidated but nodded my head trying to keep my composure. I couldn't meet his eyes.

Suddenly he pushed me up against the wall next to the door whispering in my ear huskily," Then I'll make you come sweetheart. No pun intended."

He started kissing my neck and I tried to struggle until he found my sweet spot. I faltered and tried my best to fight him off while holding back a moan but he was persistent. One of his hands held mine above my head while the other one skimmed down my body making me heat up. He pressed against me and captured my lips in his.

I couldn't take it anymore and I kissed him back. He hiked up the baggy shirt of his I was wearing feeling the exposed skin. He didn't even ask for permission as his tongue started to massage mine. Then I heard the clink of metal and felt something cold on my right wrist. He stopped and pulled away and my eyes immediately found the handcuff on my wrist connected to his left wrist. You've got to be fucking kidding me. He smirked at me and if looks could kill he'd be six feet under right now. Brad finished packing and zipped it up. He tried to walk to the door but I wouldn't move from my place.

He rolled his eyes," You can either go willingly or I can knock you out." After that statement I bolted upright and we continued on.

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We were driving somewhere. He had taken the handcuffs off and I was grateful. I don't even know where. The scenery was my entertainment but I didn't mind. It allowed me to think and feel free let my mind wander to somewhere else. I could feel him glance at me from time to time but I didn't pay attention to it.