Taken

✦ Chapter Three ✦

"Who the hell are you?"

My mouth was dry as I took in the man's appearance.

The figure was intimidating to say the very least. He was tall, well built and had a harsh look adorning his face. His eyebrows were scrunched together creating shadows around his cold blue eyes. And his jaw looked prominent as he held his lips together in a tight line, creating the 'illusion' he was pissed off.

Honestly he did actually look angry and I could understand why, if I had a cut on my forehead and a purple bruise painted on my cheek, I would be less than pleased.

"Are you deaf-mute?" He asked snappily, crossing his arms across his navy t-shirt.

I shook my head slowly, still unable to speak. I didn't know what to say.

Who was this man? What if he was going to hurt me?

He sat down on the bed he was previously asleep on and kept his iced glance on me. He was patiently studying and taking in my appearance. His artic eyes were harsh before he took a breath and relaxed them.

"Sorry" he sounded and I responded with a simple head nod to which he nodded in reply to whilst puffing out his cheeks like a child. Obviously conversation, surprisingly, wasn't an easy thing to generate in our current situation.

I attempted to ignore the current awkwardness and moved my back towards the headboard of the bed for support before bending my knees and hugging them comfortably.

"I know you're probably scared of me. Just know I'm not someone you should be afraid of. It's just I haven't exactly been socialising lately as you can tell so I'm probably not the best company" he added with a slight laugh. I guess humour was his attempt to break down the awkward aura in the room.

I shrugged. "It's better than no company"

He smiled a warm smile followed by an 'ahh' sound. "She speaks. Not gonna lie sweetheart but I genuinely thought you were deaf-mute" the guy spoke in a much lighter tone compared to when he first 'accquainted' himself.

"Sorry to disappoint" I smiled.

At least I wouldn't be alone during this little 'adventure'. I couldn't imagine being locked up in a hell-hole like this with absolutely no one there. That would be horrendous

"How long have you been here?" I queried, tilting my head to the side and resting it on the wall behind in order to get a better look at the guy.

He was rather handsome despite his dirty, unwashed clothes. I'm sure if he had a shower and was dressed in clean attire he would be quite the looker. He wore a navy blue t-shirt that a deep-red stain on the rim, i'm assuming a little decoration from the nasty gnash on his forhead. It looked a few days old as it was beginning to form a scab, nevertheless it still looked painful.

He shrugged as he looked away from me.

"Lost count" he stated rather matter-of-factly.

"What?" my pitch higher than expected. "You've lost count?" I asked, repeating his words.

"I think it's been a few weeks" he shrugged again, much to my annoyance.

"Well i'm sure as hell not staying here for any longer than a few hours" I said, determination littering my words. I hadn't the slightest idea on how I was planning to escape but I knew if I had to karate-kick some ass to get out of here, I would.

"Good luck with that" the guy spoke as he laid his back on his mattress, hands moving behind his scruffy head. "I've been trying to leave since day one, sweetheart"

I closed my eyes in annoyance and exhaled deeply. If a strong, well-built guy like this couldn't escape there as surely no hope for me. I wasn't strong, tall and apparently only knew how to stab someone in the leg with my keys when it came to self-defence.

"Why am I here anyway? Why are you here?" I complained, most likey being an irritant little shit to the still-nameless guy.

"No clue" he responded casually as his eyes stared up at the ceiling. He was probably counting the cobwebs in an attempt to pass the time.

"How'd you get the cut?" I asked looking over at the scab on his forehead.

His brow immediately stressed, eyebrows lowering as he sat in an upright position. He must be remembering the events that gifted his face with the nasty cut.

He was about to say something before closing his mouth. I patiently watched him as his serious eyes looked into my own before softening. He then looked down quickly, towards the floor and let out a chuckle.

"Let's not talk about that." He spoke in a lowly tone. I felt a foreboding essence to his words but decided not to linger on it. I didn't want to linger on it.

"What's your name anyway?"

He rose his head, leaning his elbows on his knees in the process.

"Will"

"I'm Violet"