Monster of a Mate (On Hold)

●Chapter 48●

There was a limousine waiting outside for us.

Woah. Limousine? That's fashionably creepy for this guy.

He pushed me in by my hair and went around the other side.

I winced and was grateful that his harsh hands were removed from my hair.

"Where to, boss?" the chauffeur asked and looked at me with sympathy.

"To the castle," he said harshly and wound up the window separating the front from the back.

Okay. What in the actual hell?

First, he owns a limousine and now he has a castle.

What kind of kidnapping is this?

Well Belle, you should be thankful that he's at least carrying you to a castle and not an underground jail where mice and cockroaches live and a bed that's cold and hard.

Or he probably is.

Somehow I was taking this in all quite well. Too well, as a matter of fact.

I'm supposed to be feeling anger, sadness, self pity but all I'm feeling is calmness.

Is something wrong with me?

I tried to look through the window but it wasn't as comforting as I thought it would've been.

Instead I started to cry.

Tears rolled my face as I tried to hold them back.

I sniffled and rubbed my face on to my arms to dry it.

The sadness was now seeping in and it was getting harder by the minute to hold back my tears.

I looked over to Mr. Kidnapper and glared at him. If glares could have killed people, he would have been burnt in hell already.

"I hope you're satisfied with yourself," I said.

He just ignored me like I didn't exist and took out his laptop.

He started to type and focused on whatever he was doing on his stupid actually nice looking but stupid laptop.

"Why did you even kidnap me in the first place?" I asked.

He started to type a bit faster.

"Am I going to be some $ex slave for you?" I said.

He started to type even faster.

"What do you want from me?" I said.

He started to type at a more faster pace, if that is even possible.

I was getting to him.

That's good.

I'm going to break him.

"Is there a specific reason that you kidnapped me for?!" I yelled.

He slammed the laptop close and snarled.

He drifted in front of me and sat forward at the edge of the seat with his hands entwined resting on his legs.

"If I hear you say one more word, I would be delighted to slice that pretty little head of yours and place it on a stake so that everyone would see what happens to inquisitive, talkative, pretty girls," he whispered sinisterly.

I gulped loudly.

He smirked, sat back up in the seat and drifted to his end where his laptop is and started to type on it again.

He is one sick dude that's for sure.

I drifted to the end of the seat completely and just stared out of the window again.