Captured

Chapter 3-As Delicate and Soft As The Fur On a Newborn Cub

"What is your name?", I enquire covering my atrocious fear with phony confidence.
"How would that matter?", she asked not giving me a single glance.
"I would like to know the name of the person holding me captive in a treehouse, please"
"Nymeria Audelette Nightingale", she said looking at the photographs on her walls.
"That's a gorgeous na-", I started
"Shut your mouth", she interrupted frowning while glowering down at me.
I do as she commands and look down. She walks toward the exit door of the treehouse and swiftly swing it open while starting to climb down the ladder. I abruptly hear dog barking, loud and shivering.
"I'll be back soon. If you dare to make a move I promise you, your head will be off a minute", I hear her shout as she leaves.
I nod, scowling.
My arms and feet were still tied down. I tried reaching for the knife in my jean pocket with my fingers even though my hands were tied together. Unfortunately, it didn't work. After about seven minutes of desperately doing this, I heard someone climbing up the ladder.
It was the same girl, Nymeria. She now held a basket with a large quantity of produce, including carrots, apples, potatoes and strawberries.
She stared at me for a couple of second, her eyes burning with animosity.
"How?", he asked looking at the fruit.
"Have you ever heard of farming your own crops", she snapped. It didn't sound like a question, so he decided not to answer.
"Would you please tell me why you're doing this", he demanded.
"Why I am kidnapping a thirteen year old boy and tying him down?"
"-fifteen", he corrected.
"Because your valuable to me.", she said avoiding his correction.
He looked deep into her green eyes, until she'd noticed. Then he looked away.