Kidnap Me ║M.Y.G

Ch3~[Faded]

'Are you really going to keep me in the attic?' I ask incredulously as he easily places the huge ladder in front of me, climbing it and opening the scuttle door. Pushing it, he earns a loud thud before coming back down, untying my hands and motioning for me to climb, without saying anything. 

After a few more seconds of looking at him strangely, my hands grasp the sides of the cold metal ladder as I start taking cautious steps up. Peeking my head inside the scuttle hole, I stop to take a look around, but I feel a hand pushing the back of my thigh as if to hurry up.

As soon as I step on the hardwood, I take in my surroundings - a rather dark 'room' with a few pillars here and there, the only source of light being a small window. It's somehow like this doesn't even belong in the modern, neat looking house. There's dust everywhere and wooden crates scattered here and there along with a few old furniture pieces. Other than that, the attic is rather big, since the house itself is also huge.

Faded. That's the word I'd use to describe the whole place - the colours, the objects lying around. It's also rather cold, and the smell of wood and dust fills my nostrils making me cough a little.

The only thing that seems to be really out of place and attention-catching is a laptop and another monitor next to it on a clean, modern table with a chair.

'What's that?' I point to the out-of-place object, making him turn his head towards that direction.

'One of my toys.' he shortly responds, making me realize he's probably not going to go into detail.

'Where will I sleep?' I ask, turning to face him.

'Pick a spot.' he answers with a blank expression, motioning towards the floor.

'Will you actually make me sleep on the hard floor? Not even a blanket, a pillow?' I frown, walking around a bit.

'Would you like a TV and a pool table as well? Get off your high horse, Your Highness. I have no interest in making you feel comfortable, if you haven't noticed.' he snaps, making me open my mouth to say something but stop when I see his angry expression.

Pacing around the room, scanning it, I stop in front of what looks like a former nightstand. Reaching out, I open the first drawer but my hand is instantly pulled away and gripped tightly. His face moves really close to mine while his eyes burn me.

'Let's get one thing clear.' he whispers through gritted teeth, his hot breath reaching my face. 'You do not touch anything in this room. You stay away from every drawer, every box, everything.' he growls squeezing my wrists until tears threaten to spill out from my eyes. 'I swear to God you'll regret it if you do. Are we clear?'

'Y-yes.' I manage to say through the pain.

'Good.' he lets go. 'Now onto the next rules: you can only use the bathroom when I'm home and if I climb up to you. You don't get out of here on your own accord. As a matter of fact, you'll most likely break your legs if you try to jump down. You don't shout or make noises because frankly, even if you did there are no neighbours around on a 5 mile radius. And, lastly, you don't piss me off cause I'm quite the unpredictable person when I'm angry. Got it?' he questions with an expectant gaze.

'What if I need to go to the bathroom but you're not home or you don-'

'You hold it.' he cuts me off harshly. 'Make yourself at home, princess.' Suga fake smiles before turning his back on me to leave.

'Wait. You said I can use the bathroom when you're here. And I'm in desperate need of a shower.' I mumble pointing at my appearance.

'Make it quick.' he mutters after some time motioning for me to follow him down.

Arriving in front of the bathroom door, I start twisting the door handle when he says:

'Don't you forget what I said about snooping around. Use the necessities. You should be thankful I'm nice enough to agree to this, don't expect it too often.'

'Yeah.. Thanks.' I utter half sarcastically, half truthfully before heading in.

It's a rather spacious bathroom, almost as big as the one home actually. It's clean and nice looking, with black marble counters and a huge mirror. I quickly wash the makeup off of my face and the small stain of dried up blood that went slightly past my hairline. Standing back up, I glance at my reflection. Tiredness was what I saw, but at least my face looks better than it did with all that smudged makeup.

Turning the water on, I slip out of my dress and everything else and throw them in a pile next to the sink. I quickly step in, relaxing a bit under the hot stream. I soon start to realize that even though this experience is strangely thrilling, I still feel weird, even a bit scared. He doesn't seem like he's joking around, he has this strange coldness that makes me think he could genuinely be a really dangerous person.

It should be around 7 am now.. My parents won't wake up for another three or four hours I believe, since today is their day off. Could it actually be that they won't be able to find me? Could he be that good as to not be traced?

Reluctantly turning the water off, sleepiness starts seeping into my bones, making me realize that I'll probably pass out as soon as I go back upstairs. That feeling is soon shaken off with one thought : I don't have any clothes.

Shit. I forgot to ask him for some clothes. He probably wouldn't have given me any but still, it was worth a try. Pacing around naked, I weigh the options I have and decide on wrapping a towel around myself and asking him for a spare change of clothes, hoping he'll give me some. Technically, I was aware that I was going to somehow break his rule of not being allowed to roam around the house, but I figured he wouldn't pay it no mind.

Quietly stepping outside the bathroom I start walking down the hallways, searching for him. An open door catches my eye as I head for the respective room, assuming he's in there, before stopping dead in my tracks at the sound of his voice.

'What the fuck did I tell you?'