Real

Chapter 3

The days slowly dragged on without me forgetting that the so called Boss would be coming soon.

I sat on the old mattress in the corner thinking of anything that could help me escape. It's been days since I was kidnapped, I could be on tv! Someone has to be looking for me..

Although those things trailed in and out my mind I had to focus on now and what is going to happen next. Dear god, I sound like I'm talking about a relationship. Hell no. I would never be in a relationship with that, that bonehead! I don't even know why I'm contemplating this.

Anyways back to reality, that bonehead was nice enough to untie me from that disgusting chair and left me roam around the basement. I'm quite surprised he even got me clothes and lady necessities. Yeah that's correct he bought me tampons...

Why are boys so complicated? I couldn't help but let my mind trail to his tattoo. 61809 Pheniox. I mean it could be from prison? No the numbers are too short,right? Like I would know.. Maybe it's something special? That would be something I would ask him the next time he came down.

I heard the door to the basement creep open. Speak of the devil, now that I think about it I never even got his name.

I watched as his body slowly became visible as he walked down the slim staircase.

"I think it's time for you to come up now." He said with a slight smile

This was the first time I've ever seen his face. His playboy like face mesmerized me. His plump lips, sea green eyes, black as night hair. I couldn't come across any imperfections until I saw the scar that was next to his right eyebrow. It was jagged and apparent that is was old, it ran from the edge of his eyebrow to just the beginning of his eye socket. He was still beautiful even with the scar. Wow. I just eye raped his face..

"Hey, did you just hear a word I said?"

"Uh no, I'm sorry?" I realized he had made his way over to the mattress where I sat

"I said I think this living situation is time for an upgrade, don't you think?"

"What are you getting at here?" Was he going to let me live upstairs? I sure hope so, better chance if escaping... That's for sure.

"You.-" he pointed his long finger at me " are going to move upstairs" he said slowly

"Got it" I mumbled "Hey, what does your tattoo mean?" The question came out the same time he started to get up.

"Why?"

"Just curious.."

"Well haven't you ever heard the saying, 'curiosity killed the cat' ?"

I remained silent

"Get your stuff Lacey, we're going upstairs."

Once upstairs, we made our way to the kitchen.

"Hungry?"

"Why are you being so nice..?"

"The Boss wouldn't like it if you were caged up and treated like some type of animal.."

"Of course." I muttered under my breathe

I took a look around the kitchen. It was very spacious, the living room right next to it. The house was large from what I could tell.

The thing that attracted my eye the most was the door. It wasn't that far, several yards away from the kitchen. I could actually escape. I turned to see Mr Kidnapper cooking something. Now was my chance.

Without thinking I started running towards the door, I heard footsteps trailing behind me.
I finally got to a close distance from the door only to realize the security code. Damn it

My breathe caught in my throat when I was slammed against the floor. I looked up into the sea green eyes of my kidnapper.

"I think we end up in the position too often, don't you?" He was straddling me.. That agh...

"Get off of me" I hissed

"You tried to escape princess, I think we have to set some rules." With that he got up and threw me over his shoulder

"Rule number one: No trying to escape.
Rule number two: If you even attempt to kill me or hurt me, I won't hesitate throwing back in the basement. Now I have a whole set of rules, but I don't think you would like them." "Are you even listening?"

When the smack of his hand colliding with my butt was heard, I came out of my ever so little trance.

"Yes" I growled

"Good" I heard the click of a door opening and watched as his feet slowly walked in it. He walked a bit more before throwing me on his full sized bed.

"This is my room, don't touch anything, don't break anything, and last but not least don't try anything," he stated as he threw me on his bed

He walked back to the doorway, only turning around to say something else "Princess don't break the rules, think of it like a game of baseball, 3 strikes and you're out. And you don't want to know what happens when you're out."

My jaw hung low as he left the room. The only sound that was heard was the click of the lock.