Dear Journal,
Fuck, I don't deserve her. I look down at her and see pure beauty as she looks up at me. Her smile, she has a smile that only heaven can make. It's the most purest smile I've ever seen. Her eyes, hold so many different emotions. More then I can count, and it's beautiful. And her touch, is all I think about. My world revolves around her, it's hard for me to breathe without her.
And yet I sit here writing, wondering how the fuck did I get so lucky? I mean sure I kidnapped her, but she doesn't hate me. She doesn't judge my flaws or my mistakes and I don't judge hers because I'm aware of mine. I can't sit there and critique her when I'm far from perfect. She's my dream. She's my heart. She's my life. You don't even know how much she is to me do you? Now I'm grateful for everything and I'm finally becoming a man. But she doesn't even know half of the shit I've been through.
With every kiss and every hug, she makes me fall in love even more. I'm not dangerous. People make me out to be; people like my father, for he never saw the good in me. When in general I'm a very generous person but I also know what I want. Kassidy, is what I want. She's irreplaceable, a collectible; that only I can collect,
Chris.
* * Kassidy * *
I shifted my attention to Chris when he sighed loudly before putting away the papers he was looking at and standing up. He looked over at me, squinting his eyes as he thought, "Hmm," he mumbled.
I smiled awkwardly as he continued to stare, "What?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows slightly. "Perhaps you are ready," Chris mumbled, pulling a set of keys out of his pocket and unlocking one of the drawers at his desk.
"Ready for what?" I asked sitting up.
"Ready for this," he announced proudly, pulling out a small black case. "What's in that?" I asked nervously.
"I paid a lot of money for this you know," he said as he made his way over to me, sitting on the edge of the bed. My eyes widened, shaking my head as he opened the small box containing to small needles one labelled, "Tracker."
I attempted to back away from him only for him to pull out a pair of handcuffs and cuff one of my hands to the bed. "It will be fine," he said smiling as he stood up, moving the needles out of my reach.
He walked into the bathroom and I listened as the water started. After a few minutes, the water shut off and he came back out.
"Please don't do this," I whispered looking up at him sadly. Tears brimmed my eyes as he pressed his lips to my forehead and pulled out the needle beside the tracker.
"What's that?" I asked, crying quietly.
"Just a small formula," he paused injecting it into my cuffed arm, "So that this goes over smoothly." I winced as it broke my skin prior to widening my eyes slightly as a feeling broke out in my body.
I slowly lost feeling in my legs followed by the rest of my body. "You're lucky that I kidnapped you and not one of those other guys. I have a lot of respect for you so I don't plan on taking advantage of you even though it would incredibly easy my love," he whispered, picking up the other needle.
He placed the now empty one back into the small box, setting it on the night stand. "Okay princess, this one is going to hurt a lot more but first I need to figure out where I want to put it," he said blankly, examining my body.
