His Girl

2 ~ Malattia

Courtney's POV

My thoughts bursts as someone lifts me up by the armpits. I don't try to struggle.

But my mum's favourite quotes found it's way into my mind.

'Don't be afraid of death; be afraid of an un-lived life. You don't have to live forever, you just have to live.'

But I couldn't shake the feeling that I've lived an un-lived life. What have I been doing with my life? I haven't even finished school. I had only had one boyfriend and we haven't even dated for 4 months. I haven't had my first proper kiss. What the hell was I doing with me life!? Just letting......

My thoughts get interrupted again when someone roughly drops me and pushes me backwards onto a bed.

"Open up!" His voice sounds pissed again.

"Mmmmmm!" I try to ask why, but of course nothing came out.

"I said open your fucking mouth, bitch!" He yells back at me.

I cautiously and slowly open my mouth, not knowing what to expect. What's he going to do?

He roughly grabbed whatever he had put in there and pulled it out. I also feel something go down my throat. Did he just give me something?

I begin hyperventilating. I tried to start to control my breathing. It feels like a elephant was sitting on me. I felt like I was having another asthmas attack. I am having another asthma attack! I became coughing and coughing. I really needed my ventolin. But that will probably never happen. Will I die like this? I've been kidnapped and then I'm going to die from an asthma attack? That's kinda funny. If I wasn't dying, I would start laughing.

A few chuckles come from next to me.
Was he laughing at me!? But I suppose it is kinda funny. I finally get my breathing somewhat back to normal. I was still coughing every now and again.

My captor had tied my legs to what I thought must of been the end of the bed. He gets off the bed and I hear the floorboards creak.

"I-I c-can't s-sleep like this." I stammer. Was he just going to keep walking? Or was he going to yell at me?

"Could you untie my hands." I mumble, sheepishly. What have I gotten myself into? Will he even listen to me!?

To my surprise, I feel the bed sink as he gets back on. I feel him get closer and closer to me. When it feels like he was on top of me, he finally speaks.

"If I tie your hands to the bed head, will you promise to behave?" He whispers in my ear, his hot breathe sending chills down my spin.

"Y-yes." I stammer back. He is making me so nervous.

"Yes, what!?" He questions.

"Y-yes, I'll, I'll behave." I reply.

"Good!" He growls. "If you slip up once, they're going straight back behind you! Or I'll cut them off! Either one works. Am I understood!?"

His presence was making me so nervous. I felt like I was going to vomit. I slowly nod my head. Could he get anymore intimidating!? Would he really cut them off?

He roughly unties my wrists and pulls them up to the bed head. He reties them, too tightly but it felt so much better than having them behind me. He leans over to my head and roughly kisses me all over my forehead and slowly moves down to my neck.