Rescued Into Love

Chapter Four

He, the kidnapper, left the room and I start to hyperventilate. I can’t believe I was kidnapped. I can’t believe I am here. Where is everybody? Does anyone know I am missing? Where am I? What could he want with me? What am I gonna do? How can I leave? Why do I feel so heavy? Why me?
During my fearful thoughts he came back with a water bottle and a bowl of pretzels. Huh? He places the bottle of water and bowl of pretzels in front of me. My breathing calms down a bit. I look up into his green eyes in fear. He has no emotion. Does he not know he just kidnapped me and could be put in jail?

“There are two ways this can go.”
What… please no. Two ways of what?
“I can trust that if I let your hands go to feed yourself you won’t run.”
What? Let me go. Untie me! I will run. I will have you arrested.
“Or I am gonna feed you myself.”
No! I will take my chance to run.
“Your choice.”
He slowly puts his hands on my face near the duck tape and slowly, not as painful as I thought, takes it off.
“Don’t scream! No one can hear you.” He says at last second.
A second too late. My mouth drops opens and I scream as loud as I can. He quickly covers my mouth with his hand. My screams turn to loud hums; not even I could hear. His green eyes stare into mine, not with anger, but with understanding. What? What could he be understanding?
“I see I will be feeding you.” The kidnapper picks up a pretzel with his free hand. “Don’t scream.”
He looks into my eyes and slowly removing his hand and slowly bringing the pretzel to my mouth. I stare into his green eyes with confusion. Why is he being so.. kind? Not the right word. He kidnapped me. I slowly open my mouth as it quivers. The pretzel is placed on my tongue and the taste of salty goodness explodes all over in my mouth. I chew the pretzel into pieces. His green eyes kinda sparkle. He picks up another pretzel without taking his eyes off of mine. He holds the pretzel waiting for me to finish the one in my mouth. The process repeats itself until the bowl is completely empty. My mouth is dry. I glance at the water bottle and he notices it. He picks up the water bottle and twists the top off. He looks at me for a moment. He seems to be debating something. 
“I am gonna somehow give this to you.”
How? He gently tilts my head up with one hand as the the other hold the water bottle tilting it into my mouth. After a little amount of water is in my mouth he stops pouring. His gentle hands tilts my head down so I can swallow and not choke. 
“Do you want more?”
I nod my head. He tilts my head up again, ever so gently, and pour a little more water in my mouth. Tilting my head down again. I sallow. He gestures me, by shaking the bottle a little bit, if I want more. I slightly shake my head. His hand leaves my face as he twists the top back on the water bottle. He stands up and starts to leave the room. Before closing the door he looks back at me. I stare at him in confusion of so many reasons. Without a smirk or a smile or anything he walks out and closes the door behind him. Leaving me in a dark room with my mind running wild of questions that have yet to be answer.