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Chapter 4: Deal Or No Deal

"You can choose-" He stared as I cut him off,

"Go home! I choose to go home!" His eyebrows furrowing in fustration. He sure seems like he gets mad easily.

"Never cut me off, I am trying to speak. Okay?" He said with anger clear in his voice. I nodded, hoping he would let me go if I didn't anger him. "You have a choice. You can either be mine or die." He said as if it's nothing. The casual-ness in his voice kind of scared me when he said that.

"What do you mean yours?" My heart started running a mile.

He looked at me will an 'are  you stupid' look, and explained, "You will have to be my girlfriend, and love me like a girlfriend would.. or I can kill you."

"ooor you can let me go home?" I stretched the o.

"But.. this is your home."

He was starting to scare me even more. This is not my home. This will never be my home. Never. And I most definately do not want to live with my kidnappers, or ever see them again. If I have to stay with these crazy people I will go completely bonkers. Shouldn't someone be looking for me by now?

"This is not my house! I don't want to live with you, or your crazy relatives! I want to go to my real home now. This will never be mine." I felt proud of myself for saying what I was thinking.. for once, but I was also worried because it's obvious that he has a short temper.

I continued, "I hate you. I hate you for kidnapping me, I hate you for even thinking of kidnapping anyone! I hate-" I stopped and froze. His face was goregous. I know he's my kidnapper, but he's one of the hottest guys I've ever seen, and probably ever will see. His brown eyes that were big at the moment are amazing. His light brown hair, his big brown eyes, his muscular abs, and his perfect jaw bone. He is the most perfect human being ever to walk this planet.

He was looking down at his fingers, but realized I stopped midsentence. His head rose, and his beautiful big brown eyes were now starring directly at me. My stomach suddenly unleashed the biggest butterflies I've ever had in my entire history of living.

He leaned closer to me, and grasped me into a hug. "I'm sorry you feel that way, but I'm not sorry for kidnapping you.."

Does he really have to make it that awkward?

He continued, "I just seen you walking by me one day and I immediately thought.. I have to have her. Trust me, you'll get use to it" He winked at me, and released me.

My eyes widened from confusion, fear, and panic. Did this really hot guy just say that to me? How could someone like him say that to me? He's most likely older than me, and gets all the girls.. so why me? I'm surely nothing special.

He walked towards the closet door, opened it as far as it could open, and gestured me to follow him. I doubted in my mind that I should, but my body has a mind of it's own, and followed him inside of the closet. He closed the door behind me. His hand pushed aside the jackets, and revealed a room. He pushed me in, and walked directly behind me. The room was painted black so it could camoflague with the walls of the opening of the closet. The room wasn't anything special. All that was in it was a couch, a small tv on the wall, a wooden table with a cooler on it, and a twin sized bed with red sheets, and a white casual pillow.

He wrapped his arm tightly around my shoulder which gave me goosebumps. The feeling of him touching me kind of put a smile on my face because I slightly grinned, trying to hide it.

"You like my magic touch?" he winked at me with a smirk.

I decided to change the awkward subject, "Who are you?"

"Just call me.." he took a moment to think about it, "Master." He had a sideways smirk.

"Well master, go eat shit." I icily said, as I took his arm off of me. I trudged to the couch, and sat on it. I buried my face in my hands, as tears covered the palms of my hands.

I could hear his footsteps getting closer.

"Don't be sad doll" his arms wrapped around me. Something about his embrace felt right, but at the same time it felt wrong. I know it's wrong. I know he's my kidnapper, and he's not suppose to be my "boyfriend" but what can I do?

The last thing I want to do is fall for my kidnapper- That's at the way bottom of my list. I want to see my mom again, and not his goregous, amazing, stunning, enchanted, heart throbbing, perfect face anymore. I just wish he would disappear. I wish I could disappear.

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Hi! If there's anyone reading this story I just want to say thank you. I appreciate you reading this. I'm sorry these chapters haven't been so long, i've been really busy lately, but summer is almost here (for me) and i'll have time to write more. I promise the other chapters will be longer, and interesting. I PROMISE! & thanks again!