Kidnapped by a Devil

The beginning

I wake up with a strange feeling and a very strong headache.

Slowly I process everything thats happening. I just want to scream. But I will not be doing that because it'll just make everything much worse.

Realising that I'm on a bed, I also realise that I'm not in the same outfit as I was in the night I had been taken away, not knowing if it was yesterday or the day before.

I'm in a simple white t-shirt with grey sweatpants underneath. My long light blonde hair laying down on my chest, still dead straight. So scared knowing that this pervert has seen me without any clothes on.

Looking to the right, I see a huge window in the middle of the wall. Bars on the outside; giving me a clue that i'de be kept hostage here for a while. I have to say though, the view was absolutely beautiful. Seeing a majestic deep blue ocean, Dazzling shimmering sunlight making the sand sparkle like a thousand tiny jewels. It was breathe-taking.

I look to my left where I see a glass of water and a plain cheese sandwich on the white bedside table. I try to get up, my stomach aches so much; those oompa loompas are really mad at me this time.

I get up sitting on the bed and reach for the glass of water first, taking the water all into my system all in one huge gulp, after picking up the half cheese sandwich getting ready to take a bite, I hear a grumpy knock on the door

KNOCK KNOCK

scared to death, I drop my sandwich in between my thighs, cursing at my thigh gap, I realise I have bigger problems to deal with, including, the person at the door.

He comes in looking extremely mad. I'm not sure what he's doing with his face, but I think he's trying to give me a welcoming smile. Its not welcoming me at all.

“Good morning beautiful”

he says quietly.

Not knowing what to do I just stare at him.

He picks up the sandwich in-between my thighs and grabs a bite at it. Me, staring at him weirdly trying to not show how freaked out and scared I'am about this.

“No good morning” ?

He asks with a non-surprised sarcastic face.

Me, sitting in the corner of the bed scared of my life, I nod and let out a quiet good morning.

He walks towards the bed and sits fairly close to me. I try to move a little more far away from him as possible but realise I'm as far I can be. He starts speaking in a normal tone,

“As you already know my name is Alex. If you didn't realise till now, but I'm pretty sure you did, yes, I have

Interrupting him, I screamed

“Kidnapped me”

Trying to make him feel guilty for his actions.

His mouth was open, searching for words, I didn't want to listen to this guys bullshit, but I guess I had no choice.

“No, I did not kidnap you, I simply took you to a much better place”

Without thinking I screamed,

“You're a piece of shit”

“I need to teach you some manners before he visits in a few days”.

He got up and grabbed the plate and glass off of the side-table and started walking to the door.

I quickly got up, ignoring the oompa loompas, I screamed,

“Who the hell is he”?

We were facing each other, staring at each other. A few seconds later he such the door right in front my face, also not forgetting to lock it.