Empathy

Moving

"Not so tough now are you?" Bret said still smirking.

I swallowed hard and didn't respond, loss for words.  He stood straight.  I wasn't sure what to do, I just looked down.  

"No need to be embarrassed, doll.  Are my men making you uncomfortable?" he whistled and heard the door close behind me.

"Okay now its just you and me."

"C-Can you take these off." I raised my wrists exposing my rope, still looking down.

"No.  I don't know if I can trust you yet."

"I thought 'you knew everything about me?'" I said with attitude looking him straight in the eyes.  His bright blue eyes. 

"Don't mock me." He demanded with a firm voice.  "There is something you should know, I am the Boss and you never disrespect me!  If you do, I can assure you, you will regret it."

I closed my eyes by the sound of his harsh voice, I lowered my head. 

"When can I go home?" I just wanted to get out of there.

"You cant."

"What!" I looked at him confused.  "I have to go home!  You cant keep me here!  You-"

"Enough!" He raised his hand.  "You are like a fucking child!"

He thought for a moment.  

"Let's go." He demanded.  I was tired of arguing but still shocked by the fact that I couldn't go back to the little cruddy apartment I called "home."

"Walk." He grabbed me by the ropes that tied my hands together.  

We walked through what seemed like a maze.  We got in a car.  He said he didn't trust me but I guess he trusted me enough to sit in the front seat without his men around.  We drove for about 20 minutes, in silence.  

We got out of the car and once again, he grabbed me from my wrists.  I looked up at a massive tall sky scraper.

"Wow, who owns this building?" I said forgetting the fact I'm being kidnapped.

"I do." He said  casually.

When we walked in it was so fancy.  Everything was decorated with the most brilliant colors, and decorated with the finest decor.  

"What is this? Is this a hotel?" I said when we waited for the elevator.

"Its my house."

I was stunned that he owned this entire building.  The elevator opened.  It was silent.  The elevator closed.  This was really awkward, at this point I'm thinking that it might not be so bad to be prisoner in here.

We stepped off of the elevator, made a couple of turns. 

"What are we doing here?"

"I said I didn't trust you, so for now your staying with me until I do...or if I do."  Just then the door opened.  Living with him.  Okay, living with a muscular pretty boy is every girls fantasy, but this muscular pretty boy is my kidnapper how will I live with that?  

 Finally we approached a metal door, it looked heavy.  Bret opened the door and there appeared a small twin bed with a metal toilet.  Just like my cell at the jail.  This must be where he keeps people like me.  Which means...he's done this more than once.

"Get in."

"No, please anything but this!" Not to mention I was claustrophobic.  I hated this, at least the jail cell had a window on the door.  I'm fine with any room really, as long as it has a window.  I love windows.

"Get.  In." 

"Bret please, please!  I'm so sorry I disrespected you!  Ple-" He pushed me!  That bastard!  He pause before closing the door.

"Good night!" He yelled and shut the door behind him.