My Sexy Kidnapper: A Warped Fate?

Get Ready Britain, Here I Come!

         He froze, and stared at me seductively before chuckling. "That, darling will have to wait for another time."

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      I sat on the bed, completely shocked. He just said I could ask a question and he simply disregards it?! What the hell, man! I stood up angrily, no, he wouldn't treat me like a simple toy.

     "You said I could ask any question!" I snarled at him, probably looking like a angry bear.

     "Never said I would answer it." He answered, not facing me.  He continued to walk away and with every step, the furiousness in my body increased! He continued to walk and walk.

     "Fine then! Why did you kidnap me then?" I ran in front of him and stopped him. My arms stretched across the length of the doorway. I gave him the most serious look I could give and he exhaled, rolling his head back while he bit his lip.

       "In two days, I'm told to ship you to the UK." He said, his green eyes staring into mine. The UK? What would I be doing in the UK?

     "The UK?" I whispered, my hands coming down to my curved sides. I looked at my feet confused. My head began to spin with questions.

   "Just since I'm such a nice man, I'll tell you~" He chuckled evilly, and I knew this wasn't good.

   "You're going to be part of a traveling show~ You know. The ones where girls dance on poles to entertain us?" He smiled wickedly. He enjoyed this wayyyyyy to much.

   "There's no way in hell that I am going to a place like that." I sprayed the hate on him and his eyes sparked, no, they lit fire and became furious. I was in some serious trouble when his arm grabbed me.

      He grabbed my wrist tightly and my wrist crumbled under his strength. The pain of my now broken wrist throbbed through out my whole head and body.  He pulled his arm back and I flew across the room, my head hitting the corner of a desk. I heard his footsteps come close to me as he kicked me multiple times in the stomach. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't hear, I couldn't see.  The taste of blood, the metallic taste filled my mouth and throat as darkness and pain took over my brain and body.

~~~~~~~~ Later that Day~~~~~~~~

     Ugh...... What? Where am I? Whats that taste? Blah... My eyes fluttered open as I saw myself on the bed that I had woken up on the first night I was here. I tried moving my head but pain flamed into my body like fire. I let my eyes focus on the light that illuminated the room as I felt hands on my wrist tinkering. Who was that? Suddenly I felt my lips being parted and two pills were pushed inside.

        "Chew them and the pain will go away." The deep voice commanded. Wow, my vision was still blurry... I managed to chew and let the pills swallow. My vision became clear and the pain almost immediately stopped. I slowly sat up and I saw my capture fixing my wrist. I pulled it away and balled myself up in the corner. 

         "What Are you doing?" He asked impatiently.

         "I don't trust you!" I said, keeping myself covered, there was no way I was breaking another wrist.

         "Fine, go to the UK on a plane with a broken wrist and bruised ribcage." He snarled. Shit. He was right. If I was being forced to go to the airport to go to Britain.... I would need this bandaged up. I sighed and hesitantly gave him back my arm, letting him finish.

         "Youre flight leaves at 6:30 pm and I have your passport and ticket. Oh and Ginger?" His head raised up. "There's a tracking chip in your passport, so don't try to run. It'll be hell for you." He looked back down and finished wrapping up my wrist and ribs.

       "Thanks." I muttered, I didn't mean it. I probably could have done it if I had the right supplies.

       "Yeah. Now I got you some clothes while you were out. Pack them in your suitcase that I got and then come get me for your tickets and passport." He simply packed his medical supplies and got up.

      "Why would I need clothes if all I was going to was a traveling strip circus?" I sounded a little more annoyed at the end of my sentence.

      "My dear, we still need to make you look like a normal passenger~" He got up, walked out the door and quietly shut the door. As he did, I began to think of it. A strip circus? Great. The tears slowly slid down my face and I quietly picked up the medium suitcase, packing it with the small amount of clothes that he got me and I went to him. He didn't say anything, just gave me the passport and tickets. I went up the stairs and back into the room, deciding it would probably be best to stay here for the night.

~~~~~~~~~~The Next Day~~~~~~~~~

         My stomachs in knots and I feel sick. The flight is boarding NOW and my capture is boarding me on the plane like a child. "You'll stay on the plane until you are told to get off. Got it?" He said as he put my bag into the overhead storage basket.

       "Yes Sir." It was the only thing my dry throat could croak out.

       "Seth."

       "What?"

       "My name is Seth...." He simply stated over his shoulder. I could tell he was going to say something else but a flight attendant flushed him off. And with that, I knew I was alone.

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Sorry for such the wait. CONTEST, Im going to need SIX FEMALE characters for the 'Circus' leave: age, name, and description below. Your characters will be amused by males so don't get pissed off when they do. Please leave a comment and I will pick the SIX I Like best! Thanks guys!