•Chapter 7•
Bethany began to scream at the boy, whose name was still unknown. "You can't do this to her, Harry! Please! You can't take her away!" Bethany's voice traveled through the dark corridor.
So Harry was my kidnappers name. It didn't seem to suit someone like him. He didn't seem as threatening as he might be.
He pulled through the alley way and to a Black Range Rover. "Get in." He demanded.
I pulled open the car door, getting into the back seat. "No, front." Harry instructed.
I did as told, and buckled the seat belt.
"What are you going to do with me?" The question fell from my lips before I could stop.
He placed his abnormally large hand onto my thigh. "That's for me to know, and you to find out."
"You do know that I'm not a play toy right?" I snapped.
"Of course." He replied, his breathing quickening. "Now would you just shut up?!" He snapped back.
I didn't bother make it any worse than it already has. He began driving and within thirty minutes, we were in front of a small house.
The place was in the middle of no where. Why in the hell?
He got out of his side, making his way over to mine. He yanked the car door open, and unbuckled my seatbelt. He quickly took my wrist, pulling me inside with him.
"Where you taking me?" Panic filled my brain.
"I said shut up." He growled. He yanked open another door, seeming as if it was his. "You're going to be staying in here." He demanded. Tossing his keys onto the nightstand, he eyed me carefully, as if trying to chisel my image into his mind.
I didn't say a word as he began getting undressed as if I wasn't even here. I slowly made my way over to the bed. It was a king size and and had plain black sheets covering the mattress.
A black shirt was tossed over to me. "Where that." He stated blankly. I didn't move, which caused him to face me.
I got a full glimpse of his features since he was calmed down and not screaming in my face. He seemed attractive, but not someone I would go for. Tattoos littered his right arm and chest. His eyes were back to their regular green color.
Speaking of color... Why were they red?
"Well? Are you going to change or what?" He seemed annoyed.
I sighed, standing up and facing the wall so I could undress without exposing my body to him. I pulled the dress from my body, slipping on the black shirt. It stopped right at the middle of my thighs, it hugged my waist slightly. I turned back around to see Harry already laying down, not even watching me.
I stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. I cleared my throat to get his attention. His head shot toward my direction. "Looks good on you. Lay down." He padded the space next to him.
I did as I was told. I scooted as far as I could away from him. He growled in annoyance, pulling me as close as possible.
"Harry? Do you not know what personal space is? Or have you not been around society long enough to know that?" I snapped.
He scoffed. "Would you just deal with it? I know your little bad girl attitude, Sarah. I will break you." He hissed into my ear.
Now I was a little frightened by his words. What kind of person can break another? An unknown species that only exists in horror movies, made up stories, or books. That's who.
