Taken By Creed ✔[Fan-Fiction]

Chapter 22 | Hotel Rooms & Handcuffs

"What the hell am I going to do?"

I sat on the bed in my hotel room speaking to no one in particular. I stared the clock, watching the seconds go by. It was bad enough that I had promised Takeshi I wouldn't see Donnie anymore, not only had I saw him, I kissed him and let him touch me. No, I didn't give him permission, but I certainly didn't ask him to stop.

"What were you thinking, Le? You could have just walked away."

I paced the length of the bedroom and jumped when I heard a light knock on the door.

"Room service!"

On queue, my stomach growled. I opened the door and let the young blonde haired server push the cart in the room. He looked up at me and sent me a smile that was more sexual than professional, I bristled.

"Would you like me to take it in the bedroom?" He motioned towards the cracked door down a little ways into the room.

"No." My voice was dry. "I don't. You can leave now."

I tipped him and watched him leave. The door was swinging closed when I turned to grab the cart, but I didn't hear it shut. My breath came out in a rush before I turned around to see a tall figure standing just inside the door. I yelped and ran towards the bedroom, only to be tackled to the floor. He wrestled me down and locked my arms behind my back with a set of handcuffs before he stuffed a napkin into my mouth.

The figure was up and at the door again, engaging the rest of the locks with cool efficiency. He sat down on the comfy couch and stared at me. I sized him up from the floor. He was dressed in dark skinny gears, Vans and a weathered black leather jacket, the hood was covering his face. When he pulled the hood down I was struggling all over again: he was Japanese.

"Stop struggling, Genesis. You can't get out of those handcuffs. I made sure of it." I froze. Oh no, he worked for Takeshi. He watched me. "So you are the one Takeshi wants?"

I nodded my head, and curled into a ball on the floor. It dawned on me that I was going to die here. The fight left me. Takeshi never lied and he didn't like being made a fool of. There were many nights I spent watching him torture some poor soul who made a mistake. I promised myself then and there that if I ever got away from him that I would let him take me again.

"Why does he want you?" I didn't respond. "Why does he want you?"

I moved and showed him my face, the napkin was still stuffed down my throat. He ran his fingers threw his shoulder length black hair. With a jolt, I realized this stranger was quite attractive. Even more attractive than Takeshi, he lips were pouty, his cheekbones high and when he met my gaze again, I noticed his surprisingly blue eyes.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Genesis." He pulled the napkin from my mouth. I sputtered and coughed, riding myself of any residue. He crouched down next me, pushing my curls out of my face and examining me more closely. "I ask again, why does he want you?"

"We were together, once." I muttered. "I escaped from him."

"That's what I figured." His voice was soft, with an accent that curled around the vowels in the words.

"Who are you?"

"Raizo is the name I was given." He responded before lifting me from the ground and placing me on the couch. He sat across from me on the loveseat.

"And the name you had before you were given Raizo?"

The look is his eyes changed, "Yamata."

"Nice name. It fits you."

"No one has ever asked me that before."

"I figured, but I was curious. I like Yamata better." He nodded again, "so do I."