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2| Trapped

 2.

~ A m e l i a ~

He was taking more steps towards me and I wasn't doing anything; I was just standing there, paralysed. I could hear voices in my head telling me to run away and not look back, but I couldn't move. I was mesmerised, so lost in the beautiful, dark green eyes of the man standing in front me that I didn't realise how close he had actually come until I heard his heavy breathing. He's a murderer, my inner voice yelled in my head and that's when it hit me.

"Look what we have here." he said with amusement, looking down at me, and I broke eye contact with him.

That's when I started freaking out again. I was standing right in front of a murderer, and the fact that I was a girl and even worse, alone, didn't help at all. I gulped and looked at my own feet.

"What did you see?" he suddenly yelled and I jumped taking a few steps back. Nevermind about the beautiful eyes this man is a criminal. I was trembling from fear and was about to start crying. No, don't cry.

"N-nothing." I said my voice just above a whisper, but I'm sure he heard me. He observed my face closely, his eyes burning holes in my head, but I didn't dare look back at him.

"Liar." he said and started again, walking closer to me.

That was the moment my feet finally listened to me and I ran away. I started running as fast as I could without caring about my feet and hoped that he didn't follow me. But I was soon disappointed when I heard someone else's shoes echoing in the distance. Faster Amelia! 

I looked behind me, still running, to see if he was close. He was and he also looked really pissed off. When I turned my head back, I was faced with a brick wall and I stopped just in time. Damn it!

I looked around me to see if I could escape from somewhere, but I was trapped. I turned around and pressed my body against the wall, closing my eyes and letting my tears fall down my face. This was like a nightmare. I didn't dare to open my eyes; I didn't want to see his face again. If he wanted to kill me like he did to that poor man, I knew I couldn't do anything to stop him. Why me? 

After a while I felt his hot breath on my face.

"Open your eyes." he demanded. The tone of his voice made me flinch, but I didn't open my eyes.

"I said open them, damn it." he screamed in my face. I did as he said, immediately too scared to resist for any longer. He smirked satisfied.

"P-please I won't t-tell anyone." I said my voice trembling. He looked amused by my fear and started laughing. He placed his hands above my head on the brick wall and brought his face close to mine. Please.

"How will I know that?" he asked. I couldn't stop the tears that were falling from my eyes as I thought about the things that he could do to me.

"Please let me g-go." I begged him. My voice cracking in the end. 

He took a deep breath and brought his lips near my ear, making me turn my face away from his.

"I don't think so love." he said in a low voice, making me shiver; not in a good way.

Why is he doing this to me?

I had to do something. I wouldn't let him get me. I wouldn't be the easy target. 

I placed my small hands on his strong chest and pushed him away from me with all the strength I had. He lost his balance, taking a few steps back. I took this as a chance for me to escape, but when I was about to run, he grabbed my wrist with his big hand and stopped me. He chuckled, looking at the ground as he was still holding me in place.

"Don't play these games with me." he said, tightening his grip and I yelped in pain. I could feel the bruises forming on my wrist. He was being really cruel.

"I beg you, let me go." I said, crying. I don't even know if he could make out what I was saying. I just hoped that he would show mercy.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, love." he said, bringing my body closer to his.

I quickly put my free hand on his shoulder to stop our chests from touching. He looked at me for a few minutes and I was starting to feel uncomfortable. I couldn't bear his dark eyes looking at me like that.

"Kill me already." I shouted, making him raise one of his eyebrows in surprise. I couldn't take it anymore. If he wanted to kill me, he could do it fast. He didn't have to torture me.

"I don't want to kill you." he said and started walking around me, observing me from my head to my toes.

"What do you want from me then?" I asked him with a frown on my face.

"Let's see... How about..." 

He paused for a while and brought his chin between his index finger and thumb, thinking hard.

"You." he finally said.

 As soon as that word left his lips, a loud gasp left from mine and my eyes widened. "What?" I asked feeling scared and trapped. I have to leave now!

"You heard me, love" he said with his raspy voice and brought one corner of his lips upwards. I was about to run, but he stopped me once again by grabbing me from my waist and bringing me close to him so I couldn't move.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked him, my eyes getting watery again.

"I have business to finish and till then, I have to make sure that no one knows about my presence here, so you'll come with me."

"I won't tell I-I promise you." I said trying to free myself from his firm grip.

"Tsk tsk tsk... Don't be a bad girl now." he said shaking his head, that devilish smirk never leaving his face.

"Let me go!" I started moving uncontrollably and kicking him with my feet.

"You are getting on my nerves now, love." he said and took a small knife from his pocket, making my eyes widen. I was scared, and I just wanted to curl into a ball and cry.

"I see you stopped now. Maybe I should have done that before." 

I was standing there frozen, there was no escape for me. He was going to kidnap me and do who knows what.

I saw him taking a white cloth from the back of his jeans and before I had time to react, it was on my face. I screamed and I tried to take it off of my face, but he was stronger. In a few seconds I started feeling dizzy and my legs couldn't support me anymore. I slowly closed my eyelids and fell into his arms. I blacked out.