Rescued By My Kidnapper

Rescued By My Kidnapper 3

I woke up, feeling slightly dazed, a headache overwhelming me. I let out a groan, feeling the exhaustion engulf me. My body was under a thick, fuzzy blanket, the reason why I felt as if I was right under the sun. A bead of sweat came pouring down my face. I was involuntarily taking huge deep breaths. I was exhausted. My eyes were now fully open, taking in the environment around me.

I was in a cream coloured room, with a door on the front. A tall thin closet stood beside the left side, just beside the door. At the front of the closet was the bed I’m currently lying on and beside me was a small bedside table with a small lamp. The room looks unfamiliar. I just couldn’t put a finger on it.

My mind was still fazed, I couldn’t remember anything.

I turned my body from sideways to the middle, my face facing the ceiling of the room. I couldn’t move my arms. I felt something rough against my butt when I turned around, and realized the scratchy texture of the object around my wrist. It felt like rope. Why are my arms being tied with rope?

 Questions began to squirm inside my head, aching to find its answers, causing a massive headache to erupt. I closed my eyes, hoping the pain in my head would subsidise. They shot back open when I heard a knock on the door, killing the eerie silence the room had uphold a few seconds ago.

Just by hearing the soft sound of the knock made my heart accelerated. The door clicked when it slowly opened as a man peered through the door, looking at me. I was confused at first, not knowing who this person was. But then when I looked into his electric blue eyes, everything came back to me.

Memories of the incident flashed through my mind, bringing back horrific events. Jace. The cops. The running. The murder. The seduction. Then the fainting. The words he said.

She’s mine.

My thoughts were abruptly intruded when I heard a voice.

“You’re awake,” he sighed, ruffling his chocolate brown hair, closing the door behind him as he came in. He sauntered his way to my bed, sitting at the edge of it.  My eyes followed his moves, trying my best to move away from this handsome devil.

“I want to go home,” I said, the words barely came out as a whisper. My body was shaking with fear, my eyes glued to him. He let out a deep chuckle at my question.

“You can’t. You have to stay here, you’re my little prisoner,” he smirked; his eyes gleamed with pure joy. My eyes widened at this.

“What do you mean?” I asked in horror, a bead of sweat running down my face.

“As in your mine now,” he answered. I shuddered, remembering those two words he said to the policewoman that night,” any more questions my sweet?”

I looked at him in disbelief. This guy is crazy, I thought. First he helped me .Then captured me. Not to mention he said I’m his. I’m not his property. I’m not a toy he could play with. I am just a normal girl. Surely he had mistaken me for the wrong girl.

“I think you have the wrong girl, I’m not the person you’re looking for,” I said with more confidence as I concluded the answer to all my questions.

He let out a roar of laughter. My eyebrows rose in confusion as I waited for his answer. After a few seconds, his laughter slowly died. He moved closer to me, looking intensely into my eyes.

I backed up until my back hit a wall, terrified at what this man was doing. My heartbeat thumped faster and faster, my breathing becoming ragged. I shivered when he cupped my left cheek with his right hand. The touch already made me weak to the knees. His eyes never left mine when he moved.

“He said the girl with purple eyes, I’m pretty sure I have the right girl,” he said, his eyes piercing through me. I felt frozen in my spot, totally mesmerized by the blue ocean that envelope his pupils.

“I know I’m hot, but there’s no need for you to drool sweetheart,” he chirped, breaking the staring competition we had a few seconds ago.

I broke out of my reverie and looked away immediately, blood rushing to my cheeks. That’s when I realized his hand was still on my cheek, the touch sending butterflies to my stomach. I could feel his eyes burning on me and the smirk perfectly plastered on his face.

I couldn’t look back at him after getting caught gaping at him. So I just stayed there in my spot, feeling the warmth of his hand on my cheek. I felt hopeless at this point, not knowing what to do. What does this guy want from me?

“I hate you,” I glared, bringing back my eyes to his,” what do you want from me? I didn’t do anything wrong.  Please just let me go!”

Anger was boiling within me as I realized the situation I was in. I was tied. I was kidnapped.

“Can’t do that cupcake. You have to stay here.”

“Just let me go! I’ll promise I won’t tell the police about you! JUST PLEASE LET ME GO!” I pleaded, tears already pouring down my cheeks. My body was in turmoil. I jerked my head away from his hand as my body helplessly tried to get the rope out of my hands.  I felt like a fish in out of water.

I was going crazy, letting the emotions sink in me. I was tired. I was angry. The man tried to hold me down but I was out of his control.

In the end, I felt two hands pressed against my thigh. I heard a high pitched scream, and realized the shout was from me. I hissed in pain when I felt a searing pain on my right thigh. He immediately let go of his hand and tore the bed sheet from my body.

What I saw next brought horror to my eyes.

There was a gash on my leg, a drip of blood flowing out of the wound. My thigh was a mess, having red dried blood covering it, as if it was the skin.

“Shit!” I heard the man swore when he saw the cut. He rushed to the door and got out of the room.

I didn’t even notice him come back in until I heard him talking on the phone.

“Ivy! Can you come here now? I need your help…..yes now please,” he hung up on the phone, his eye never leaving the disaster on my leg.

“H-o-w did this happ-en? I asked in a broken tone. Surely he couldn’t be that strong and created a cut on my leg when he pressed his hand against it. Could he?

If he did, then what kind of trouble have I gotten myself into?

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Sorry for the late update. And the super duper crappy chapter! For those who had comment, liked and even read this story thank you so much..i'm actually kinda busy right now cause I have to do homework and stuff. school's just started and i am not as free as i used to be during the holidays. only one week of school has passed and i want the holidays to come already!

Anyway stay tuned for the next chappie! which i think would come this weekend maybe..i'm not sure.

By the way, the photos at the side are my made by the one and only person i dedicate this chappie to :D

Alright then bye people! love you guys! :D