How to take a hostage (Johnny Depp fanfiction)

Chapter 9

He didn't make out with me.
He didn't leave me alone after almost having sex with me.
Not able to move and naked.
He didn't.
Well actually he did.
My face burned of shame.
He was 7 years older than me.
He used some fucking handcuffs! And I couldn't even say, I didn't enjoy it, that was the worst. But why did he leave me? Did he he just make out with me because he wanted to fetter me? He could have locked the door as he did before. Or use some chloroform. But he didn't. What did that mean? It wouldn't help to think about it the whole time.
I covered myself with the blanket as good as I could with my feet. Tears of shame and anger rolled down my face. When I wanted to brush them away, I realized I couldn't. Because of those fucking handcuffs!
It was his fault!
I hated him.
With every phaser of my body.
But the inside of my stomach told me something else.
My body missed him.
It was wrong!
I'm his hostage and he's my kidnapper!
I should hate him and I will hate him, I swore to myself.

With that thought in my head I tried to sleep, because I had no other possibility left. It didn't work. After a long time and a lot of tears I finally fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up and the first I was looking for were the handcuffs. Gone. The blanket was wrapped around me like a cocoon. Looking down along my body I could see, I was still naked. And then I smelled it.
Cinnamon.
His smell.
Then I realized his arm around me. We were cuddling. He must have come back after whatever he did and just laid down next to me. Not sure what I should do, I didn't move. And then I saw it: A gun next to the bed. If only I could reach it, then I could wake him up, ask as polite as I could how to get out of here, lock him in the room and escape!
Carefully I slid out of his arms, wrapping the blanket tighter around me. Looking where I stepped my feet, I walked around the bed.
Finally! I had it. Slowly moving back, so he couldn't strangle me again as his reflexes would tell him, I woke him up. "John! Don't you dare moving! All you have to do is tell me where I am and how to get out of this forest." My voice shook a bit, but I didn't care.
He opened his eyes, a bit confused, when he realized me with the gun. And then he started to grin. Why the fuck did he grin? Did he think I'm not serious? Well he should get to know me then!
I fired the gun. It was terrible loud. But it was a warning shot. To the desk. The first gun I've ever fired in my whole life. I was so proud, but shaking at the same time.
Laughing he got up and walked towards me. Beset I stepped back, a bit panicking. "Don'tcomecloser, thenext one will kill you!", I summoned.
He still didn't stop. Why didn't he stop? It was a gun! I could kill him. I wanted to shoot his knee when I realized, there was no noise.
Fuck.
No bullet anymore.
"I always have only one bullet left", he grinned when he reached me and took the gun out of my hands, swirling me around so that he had his arm around my neck.
Again.