After hours of the invader looking around, he finally gets tired. I glance at the small clock displayed on my wall.
"9:35" I mumble to myself tiredly.
"I'm tired"he says suddenly, startling me after he's been quiet.
"Me too" I whisper lowly.
"Which bedroom is the biggest?" His deep voice asks, a yawn following.
"Um..probably My parents room"I mumble, and start to walk, but I can't see a thing and my hands are tied behind my back.
"Alright." He says, and as usual, grabs my elbow and pulls me along.
He drags me up the stairs again and into what I am assuming is my parents bedroom. "Sit" he commands, and I obviously listen.
He sits behind me on the bed, making it dip. He starts to take the tape off from around my hands.
"Okay. Go against the headboard" he instructs, his voice sounding tired.
"W-wha?" I said taken aback.
"I said, against the headboard. " he says again.
I self consciously scoot back against the bed, and lay down. the top of my head suddenly touching the headboard. I feel him take my wrist and tape it to the headboard.
"Is this really necessary?"I ask, tired.
"Yep" he says popping the p. "I'm gonna be asleep, it's not like I'm gonna escape" I somewhat lie, trying to convince him.
"You don't think I'm that dumb, do you?"He asked and laughed dryly.
"You tried calling for help" he says, his voice angry.
I just scoffed.
"Now sleep"I hear him further away, and a sudden dip in the bed beside me.
I roll my eyes and close my eyes, trying to fall asleep.
- next day -
I ended up falling asleep. My wrists felt sore from being taped to the headboard.
I go to rub them, but they're still taped to the board.
I sigh in frustration.
"Something wrong, Blondie?" A monotone voice asks, and tapping on what I'm assuming is his phone.
"My wrists are sore." I state simply, trying not to sound hurt.
I feel my wrists get free from the tape and I'm confused. Right after a larger pair of hands wrap around mine.
My hands are cold from my blood being blocked from the tape being so tight.
He started blowing on my hands.
His hands are soft, and he isn't grabbing my hands harshly.
I feel rings on his fingers, and a bracelet around his wrist. How old was this guy?
He seemed to be young, since he was rocking the punk style. It's weird how I'm assuming so much about him just by his hands.
After a while he lets go of my hands, and doesn't say a word as he gets off the bed and goes into another room.
I blush. Wait, why am I blushing?
I realize he didn't tape my hands back together, so I slowly and quietly get up.
I start moving my hands, feeling the air then my hand hits my parents dresser. I use that as a guide to help me out of the room.
I could take the blindfold off, but I don't want to get in trouble. I find the door and quickly leave the room. Soon I feel someone grab my waist.
I cuss mentally knowing who it was. "Where do you think your going, princess?" Teasing me with the name.
"I-i er- no where?" At this point i realize I'm a terrible liar.
He chuckled. "That's funny"he said sarcastically and I feel myself being picked up. I start kicking my legs "Put me down!" I yell, trying to wriggle my way out of his firm grasp.
He doesn't say a word as I feel myself being carried back into the room I was in. He throws me on the bed, and pins my hands down so I don't try to flee.
"Listen, if you want to stay alive, I suggest you stop the crap." He says in a threatening way, making shivers go down my spine.
"Shut up" I grumble under my breath.
"What'd you say?" He snapped, suddenly close to my face.
"N-nothing sir" I say, quietly.
He was super dominant and i couldn't do anything about it.
I groan in frustration and try pushing him off of me.
"Stop" he says harshly, and he sits on top of my lap.
"Like I said, if you want to stay alive, you better cut. The. Crap" he says climbing off of me, and pushes me up so I'm sitting up. He starts taping my wrists again and I mentally cuss him out.
I hang my head low as he tapes my wrists.
"Don't move" he says, leaving the room again. I huff and lay down.
"Stupid" I say to myself.
He soon comes back. "Open your mouth" he says, and I give him a look.
"Hell no! I don't know what you're gonna put in ther-" he stuffs something in my mouth, I'm assuming food because it has a taste.
"Chew"he says, and I start chewing, scared .
"Finally you listen for once" he complains, and continues to give me food.
- a few hours later -
"Why can't i see your face?" I mumble out, after a boring silence.
"Because. I know youll tell the cops once I go." He states simply and shortly.
"But I wanna see your face" i say ,suddenly interested in the man.
"Too bad" he said .
I groan . "Can I at least know your age so i don't think your a 60 year old pedophile?" I ask, making him scoff.
"I'm 19" he states, "I'm not old"
I blush knowing this dude is only a year and a half older than me. I'm 17, turning eighteen in a few weeks.
"Cool" I mumble.
"Do you have a girlfriend? Just wondering"I ask.
"No. Do you?" He asks. I suddenly feel him looking at me.
I shook my head. "No.." I whisper. I don't feel any attraction near girls. I've never dated one either.
"Boy or girl?"He said abruptly after my awkward answer.
"W-what?" I ask taken aback.
"Your preference..boy..or girl?" He asked again, his voice not Harsh. "I don't judge"
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Blindfolded •| Solby
Horror"I'll be fine! I promise!" Sam assured his worried mother, who was getting ready to go on vacation with his father, and they wouldn't return until the following Sunday. little did Sam know, things wouldn't go as expected.
