[18+] Taken by a Smooth Criminal || (Mj Fan Fiction)

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Black is the devil, dark is the night
Stealing every shine of light
Holding hostage, the fire's bright

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(Editing Finished)

-/Cameron/-

The loud noise that woke me up pierced my ears, making them ring. I'm not sure how long I've been asleep and to say that I got any rest would be a lie.

I was shivering all night and the metal chains I was in didn't make the cold feel any better. The concrete I was laying on was no comfort to my body and I could feel my bones aching from the surface.

Before even looking up, I could already hear the clicking of heels coming closer to me.

The light was still on in the room, but even with it as dim as it was, it was still too bright for my freshly awaken eyes. I kept my eyes squinted, keeping my eyes posted to the floor.

The presence stops right in front of me, wearing dress shoes, the same as yesterday. I could only assume it's the same man and if so, I'd rather just let life take me away at this point.

My thoughts are confirmed when he slowly bends down in front of me to where my eyes meet his. His eyes are intimidating, and it's hard not to look away. I could smell the familiar scent of him, the same as yesterday. It was intoxicating but smelled so good. While taking in his appearance I could see he held a small bowl in his hand.

"Well good morning sleeping beauty." He smirks. The tone of his voice is playful but I knew he was far from it.

"Morning." I blandly state, not wanting to say anything to get a reaction from him.

"How'd you sleep, doll?" He asks. Well isn't that the question of the day. I don't know what he's expecting me to say after sleeping on concrete.

His question makes me slightly chuckle and the smart ass in me takes over. "Sleep on concrete and see how it is for you." I reply, a smirk plastered on my lips.

With my response, he moves closer, his lips nearly a few inches from mine. "Well I could just kill you and you wouldn't have to worry about sleeping at all." he whispers, his breath fanning my lips.

My stomach turns and my eyes widen, my breath also hitching in my throat. His threat was enough to make me regret what I said and even though I was being a smart ass, I definitely didn't think it'd provoke a response like that.

He lets out a small chuckle from my reaction, backing away from my lips, a smirk still formed upon his.

He brings the bowl he was holding in his hands and throws it in front of me, most of it spilling out before it landed.

"Eat, you've got five minutes before I take you upstairs." he states.

Not saying anything else, I reach out in front of me to grab the bowl. Looking at whatever was in the bowl was bad enough, but then smelling it made me full-on gag. It looked like mush and smelled like rotten fish. I honestly didn't know if I'd be able to get through the whole bowl but at this point, I was starving.

He watches me closely as I bring the bowl up to my lips to eat whatever he gave me. As he gave me no spoon, this was my only way of eating it. The chains sounded off as I moved around a bit, the cold metal rubbing against my irritated skin.