Conspiracy Theorist

Chapter Two

Scarlett woke in a white room. That was it. She had been lying in the middle of the room; it was probably only ten feet by ten feet and blank. It was only a box, the smell of sterilizer made her crinkle her nose in disgust, and it smelled like a hospital, clean and chemical filled. Scarlett was reminded of the time she had pneumonia and she was stuck in a clinic. The only difference was Lisa was pacing around bitching about how she had to pay for treatments.

Realization dawned on Scarlett, she had been kidnapped and he was probably going to show up at any minute to torture her. She shivered in disgust, this was the end, and she silently kissed her prince and her castle goodbye. Well, it’s not like she ever had a prince… or a castle for that matter, but she could have, and that really got her.

She stood up, spitting mad and started wreaking havoc on the stupid white walls. Scarlett screamed in frustration and kicked and punched until she was sure her toes and fists should have been bruised and bloody. But no, her skin was flawless and radiant.

Scarlett about had a panic attack right there. She reached up to her neck and looked for a beat. She rubbed her hand over her neck. “I have a neck.” She giggled and fell to the floor stroking her neck.

“You’re quite amusing to watch.” A deep voice stated and he let out a chuckle. It was a beautiful sound in the midst of her panic/giggle attack.

Scarlett jumped about a foot in the air and looked at the gorgeous man in front of her. This only made him laugh harder. The man truly was handsome with his close cropped black hair, deep dark brown eyes, and chocolate brown skin.

“This isn’t funny!” Scarlett couldn’t help but gawk at his attitude, he was laughing at her! At her! Before she knew what was happening she had pressed her chest up against his and was ranting. “You know something, Buddy? You have a lot of balls to come in here and laugh at me when you kidnapped me!” She was starting to sound like a lunatic and she didn’t care.

He was wiping tears from his eyes and he had to bite back a grin. “Okay, I’m sorry.” He ran a finger up and down Scarlett’s arm; it was a move that probably got him all the girls. “I’m Jason, by the way.”

Scarlett was too fueled by anger and fear to even think about his tantalizing fingers rubbing circles on her arm. But she played along; she pretended to have her knees buckle. A smirk played along Jason’s lips as he thought that he was playing her heartstrings.

“You’re really pretty, Baby.” He said, his lips coming very close to hers. She had to use all her willpower to keep from shivering in repulsion. His breath played along her neck as he feathered kisses along her neck.

“You know what you are, Baby?” Scarlett put on her best enticing and flirty voice.

“Yeah?” Jason asked and she could feel him smiling along her neck. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her to his hard chest.

“A bastard!” Scarlett screamed and jerked away. She placed one knee in the place where the sun doesn’t shine. Jason doubled over in pain and landed on the floor.

“Gee, I knew you wanted to feel down there, Baby, but this is a little extreme don’t you think?” Jason gasped out.

“You creep!” Scarlett spit out. As he was on the floor she started to place kicks all over his body, some in the legs, in the chest, in those rock hard abs of his. He groaned in pain and she couldn’t help but feel pride in herself.

Eventually Jason managed to get a hold of one of her wildly flailing legs and pull her feet right out from under her. Jason crawled on top of Scarlett and even after the battering he had just received he had a grin plastered on his face.