I think I'm in love with my Kidnapper

Chapter 1

    One dark and stormy day, I was walking home from school. My house is about two miles away from the mossy brick school. When I got to the red rectangular shaped stop light, I quickly notice a very built man on a dark brown bench watching my every move. I felt very uneasy at that stop light waiting for it to turn green.
    The stop light was getting ready to turn green. It felt like a million years waiting for it to turn. Right when it was about ten seconds away from turning green, the very built man stood up and started walking towards me. He spoke the words, "You are a very beautiful young lady."
    I jumped when he had spoken. I never looked at him even when I felt his eyes looking at every inch of my pale body. When the light turned green, I sprinted like a cheetah and started running down the street with passing cars every second. My palms were sweaty, and I was drenched with sweat from where that man was staring at me at the stop light.
    I looked back to see the man had been running after me in an easy and breathable stride. He is getting closer and closer with every running step his long legs took. I turn down the alley behind my house while still turning my head to see if he was still there. In an instant I automatically got knocked unconscious. I was so focused on getting away from the creepy man that I had forgotten about the hanging thick tree branch. I was only unconscious for a minute or two before I slowly regained consciousness. I tried to move my body bit I couldn't move a muscle.
    I laid there looking at my clothes; they were covered in dirt. I looked above my head to see the man started to walk in a steady pace. I saw his dark brown eyes looking over my hourglass shaped body. He ran his veiny hand over my tan arms and trimmed face. With every soft touch of his rough and worn out hands, I could feel a vein run over my tan skin very lightly.
    He suddenly stops stroking my body. His strong arms picked my heavily sunken body with a soft but firm grip and swung me over his boney structured shoulders. I could see myself swinging side to side very lightly while he took me to his bright blue Toyota eclipse car. He gently sets my lifeless body into the back seat and straps me in. The cars seats were leather, and when the car went around every turn, my body would move and the sticky leather tugged my skin.
   It felt like years before the small car came to a complete stop. He turned off the car to where it wouldn't shake anymore. That same soft but firm grip was sused to get me out of the tiny car. While he was carrying me into, god knows where; it was so quiet that I could hear water drops from a kile away. The building smelt like a very old library book from the 1800's. With every step he took into the building, I could hear the floor squishing underneath his feet. The building sounded like it was run-down and old.
    Every door he steppes through had a very ear bleeding squeak sound when opened. When we got into a what felt like the tenth room, my nostrils started to burn from the strong smell of bleach. The strong smell of bleach had jolted my body awake and instantly I could control my body again. I couldn't scream, for he had duct taped my mouth and my hands had been tightly duct taped also. He sat me down on a very soft mattress that had blood stains on it, and hand cuffed me to a solid black pole.

   fter a few hours, I finally calmed down a bit before he came in the dimly lit room with a chair and a pistol. He undid my handcuffs and removed the duct tape from my chapped lips. He just sat there staring at me with his dark brown eyes, looking my up and down. He was licking his bright pink lips along with biting them also. He looked at me with hungry eyes like a tiger stalking its prey.
    I was so scared that I was trembling. He notices me trembling and his smile fades away and spoke in that sweet, sexy and tired voice. He said to me, "No need to be scared. I don't want to hurt you. I just need a female model, if you wouldn't mind." His voice made me feel relaxed and calm. He stands up and comes over to where I am sitting. He sits down, his legs almost touching his chin, and asked me if he could lay on my lap. I studdered the words, "s-su-sure?"
    I had my back against the cold stone wall while he laid in my lap like a sleepy puppy. I stared at his structured face and he stared back making eye contact. I felt my face get hot, so I quickly looked away. My hazel eyes looked down and I saw him smile when I looked down. I heard him chuckle under his breath.
    About an hour later he fell asleep in my lap. I thought to myself the pros and cons about staying with him and sneaking out. The pros were longer with staying with him than sneaking out. So I decided to stay with this blonde haired, very built, and sensitive guy. My reason for staying was because of the deep and dark blood stains on the mattress. I was very curious as to why there were bloodstains on the mattress. He couldn't have killed anyone. . .right?
    Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep against the moldy stone bricks. Not soon after I had fallen asleep, I had a very interesting dream about my kidnapper. The dream consisted of the same thing happening, but the linger me and him were together, the more I developed feelings for him. In the dream, we had kissed; his lips felt and tasted like cotton candy while he kissed me. We intertwined out hands; his hands felt like sandpaper. He had given me and tight hug; he hugged me so tight that I could barely breath, but at the same time I felt like I was safe with him no matter what.
    I had awoken to him still sleeping on my lap. I organized my thoughts and thought to myself, "could I really be falling for this dude?" That question sort of just floated in my brain like a boat floating on water. I looked at his resting face with the biggest grin on my face. I tried to stop smiling, but it felt like it was permantly tattooed on my face. I notice his big chest slowly falling when he breathed out. His face was very boney looking, but the longer I stared the more I realized it was the angle. His feet dangled off the side of the dirty looking mattress.
    I don't realize how long I was staring until I saw his eyes were open a little bit to where he could see me. I notice him starting to smile; his teeth were as white as a pearl. His smile could make the sulkiest person become the most cheerful person ever. His eyes sucked you in like a black hold. He them sat up, rubbed his sleepy eyes and exited the room.