Right now, this very second as I am writing this authors note, my phone is out of service. xc I get some minutes tomorrow though. I'm stranded in my bedroom, no internet, no wattpad, no music (I use Pandora and such), no instagram, no kik, no nothing. So I decided to write my second chapter. So...Enjoy... C:
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Flea
The last thing I remember is having my fore arm pressed into her small neck. I could see her slowly loosing it. That's what I wanted right? I wanted her to shut up. I wanted her to know who's the boss between the two of us. She wasn't going to be the one pushing me around. Why, that makes absolutely no sense at all. Letting the kidnap-ee over power you? I'm sorry, but I wasn't going to let that happen.
Right now, she was in spare room, tied to the bed post. And yes, she's fully clothed. I just want to make sure that when she wakes up, she's not going to try to escape.
Its been a couple hours since she's been knocked out and I knew when she woke up that she'd be hungry, so I decided maybe it would be a little decent if I made her a sandwich. Not that I really gave a shit.
I slapped the sand which on a paper plate and made my way up the stairs to the second floor. That's where all the rooms were. You're probably wondering, "How does he have a nice enough house with two floors?".
I basically took over this house when my father died from his usual drinking habits. His liver didn't stand a chance to the constant emptying of liquor bottles.
Suddenly before I reached the spare room, I heard a rustling around inside the door. She's probably trying to break loose. With a smirk, I opened the door and walked inside.
She was on her knees, trying to chew and break through the rope. I chuckled and tossed the sand which onto the bed, "don't even try." I said with a straight face as I sat down in the chair that sat against the wall.
She glared at me. The confusion was clear in her eyes, the question she held was evident, why?
"I don't want your food."
I stared at her for a moment. If she didn't want the food, fine, I didn't care. Without a word I got up and walked over to the bed. I grab the sandwich up and take a big bite. Throughout the whole thing, I didn't loose eye contact.
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