Captured (Chris Brown Story)

Chapter One: Unsafe

I woke up to find that my head was pounding and black spots still swam across my vision. I groaned loudly and sat up, instantly realizing that I was in a soft king sized bed. This definitely wasn't my house. I looked around and saw how big the room was, and then the door opened and he walked in. The man who had saved me, but also the man that had knocked me out... I backed up and hugged my knees to my chest as I felt the headboard against my back. The man walking towards me had short black hair and dark eyebrows, his eyes a deep brown color. He had light skin and tattoos creeping up his neck and running down his arms. He stood a couple feet away, folding his arms across my chest as he stared at me. 

"You're lucky to be alive." He said after about a minute of staring intently at me. 

"Y-you saved me." I stated in a shocked tone. He looked like he was up to no good, so why would he save me?

He gave a curt nod and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

"I did save you, but I never said I was taking you home." He said in what sounded like a threatening tone. I shivered in fear. His voice was low and husky with a tone of authority to it. He smirked at me, making even his plump pink lips look menacing. 

"Who are you?" I asked softly, afraid to anger him. He seemed like he would pull out a gun and shoot me if I pissed him off. 

"Like I said before, you don't need to know. Who are you?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow. I felt obligated to answer, so I instantly opened my mouth to speak. 

"I'm Sabrina Jacobs." I said quickly, and he smiled slightly, that menacing expression on his face softening. 

"Sabrina." He repeated, his voice twisting my name, making it sound threatening. I gulped and nodded. 

"M-my friends call me Bri." I stated in a whisper. I felt like his gaze was demanding me to answer him, to tell him more than what he needed to know. 

"Mm, I don't think you want me as your friend." He said with a chuckle, stepping forward until he was right in front of me. 

"Why?" I asked nervously, my voice trembling. 

"I'm not letting you go home. Ever. You might consider me dangerous." He said, sitting down next to me and glaring at me. 

"Ever?" I asked in a shocked tone.

"I saved you. You're all mine." He said, his voice seductive. My lower lip began trembling at how terrifying he looked, and when he scooted closer I instantly slammed my head back without thinking, banging it against the wall. 

"Ow!" I shouted as it throbbed. it was still tender from earlier. I hissed in pain and the man glanced at the door in the corner. 

"Do you want some painkillers for that?" He asked gruffly, sounding like the last thing he wanted to do was get me painkillers. 

"N-no, I'm fine." I said, no able to hear my own voice as my ears rang. My vision was blurry from how hard my head was throbbing, and I groaned again. The man's face was a blur and I dimly registered he fact that he was moving closer. I felt his warm hand grasp my chin firmly, and then he touched his nose to mine. My heart was pounding in my chest from fear, and my breathing sped up. 

"I'll let you rest now, but remember, you're mine now. And I think you would have rather been caught by those guys in the alley. I'm much worse." He whispered. I felt his cool breath fan across my lips, and I shivered from fear. His hand released my chin and he got up from the bed and walked out the door, shutting it behind him. I sighed and laid back on the bed, my head hurting too much to think. Maybe I should take another nap, but I didn't know what I would do when I woke up. I was captured. A seventeen year old girl, captured by a man who looked in his mid-twenties. How would I ever get out of this one?