Monace's POV
I wake up in a bed that's not mine, a room that's not mine it's too white to belong to me, a sexy (if I do say so myself ) short nightdress,wait for it...I'm cuffed to the rod above my head . Why is everything so white ? Am I in heaven waiting to be judged? Where are the rest then? Why am I dead? What happened last night? What the fucksworthy fucking fucks?
Shit the door is opening, a figure steps in he is carrying a tray of food and my favourite *Oreo milkshake*. But he is hiding his face from me ,is this still heaven? because right now I can't be sure . He is coming closer and closer.
He speaks in a very dark yet sexy tone "Monace I'll feed you, behave yourself please, who knows you might just get rewarded " . I examine every piece of him toe to head, the sexiest male structure but he is not showing his face . " look up and remove the hoodie, show me your face " I say in a demanding tone. He does as he is told, holy fucks he's perfect, beautiful face and his lips are calling me no wait begging for mine to taste them.
He sits next to me with the tray in his lap, his left index finger trails from my knee, slowly up my thigh he cups my core. Oh God! " breathe it's okay to want more, you do want more don't you? " What the fuck? does he have to be such a sexual human being?
My legs are separated they are each cuffed to each metal bar by the sides of the bed I finally ask" who are you ?" He dodges the question by attempting to feed me bacon , I shut my mouth tightly and face the other side. He kisses my forehead and leaves.
Realisation strikes me and I am now aware that this is no way in fucking hell heaven, I've been kidnapped by this lunatic who won't reveal his name. I've heard of psychotic behavior but this is honestly the best case of it. I won't eat until he tells me who he is.
I definitely have something he yearns for and in no time he will pop and be straight up with me. It's weird how his face is not farmiliar and wait he called me by my name "Monace " nobody calls me by that anymore I am now known as Taylor Hudgues. How and where does this man know me from?
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My Captive's Heart
Mistero / ThrillerDean Ventricular has had his eyes on her from the very first glance and somehow grew possessive and obsessed over a total stranger. Jealous love is pleasurable but what measures does it drive Dean this time?
