I Was Kidnapped And... I Liked It? Boyxboy.

War Inside.

Chapter 8.

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War Inside. (We came as Romans.)

*** Shane's P.O.V ***

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Recap:

"You didn't need to do it!" I'm pretty sure it was Mikhail who was trying to reason with them, but I didn't know why he didn't stop all of this. How did it get to this point?

How did I get... Kidnapped?

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I was kidnapped, and I think I know who did it.

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I woke with a gasp, I didn't realise that I had fallen asleep again. Instead of being in the car still though, I was sat on a four poster bed with silk sheets. The four pillars on each corner of the bed had a beam going from one to the other. Curtains hung loosely from the outside beams, giving just enough room to see through a small gap in the middle of them.

The bed I was on, was a oak wood bed, the sheets were a shade of royal purple, along with the curtains. When I slowly made my way out of the tangled sheets and heavy curtains, I came into view of a very big, expensive looking room.

The walls were also a shade of royal purple, with a green border around the top of the walls. The furniture was all wood, including doors, bed side tables and any other tables, chairs, or desks that were in the room.

The floor was a soft, thick dark red carpet, with splotches of black. When I placed my feet down onto it, my toes curled into the thickness.

The table next to the bed had a lamp on it, a small pile of books, two remote controls and a iPad? Why would that be there? But along with it was two paracetamol and a tall glass of water.

There was a random chair against the same wall, tucked exactly against the bedside table. Along the same wall was a door not too far away, I jumped at the chance of seeing if it was an escape route, it wasn't, it was only a huge walk in closet that was stocked with my cloths, new and old. But there was another side that was stocked to the brim of men's cloths, too big for me and mostly suits. How weird.

I closed the door numbly behind me as I left the walk in closet. It was only then that it started to sink in. I was kidnapped, and I think I know who did it.

I didn't want to believe it, I looked around the room instead. There was another door opposite the walk in closet, and when I went over to it, it led to an en suite.

And that en suite was massive.

It had a large tub at the centre against the far wall in a circular shape, two steps led up to the top of the tub as it was too tall to climb over.

There was a counter to the right of the wall, finishing about a foot away from the tub, a mirror was the same length from the top of the counter to the ceiling. Another counter was on the other side, it was half the length of the other counter and the toilet was next to it. Again there was a mirror from top to ceiling. The floor was tiled with red and black, and the walls had black and white where the mirrors weren't. And then the ceiling was as white and plain as anything.

I stepped into the bathroom further and turned to look into the mirror.

I looked horrendous.

My face was red and blotchy, where I got hit round the head I could see the bump that had formed, that didn't make me look any better at all. I had a bruise on my shoulder and top of my arm, I must have fallen. And only then did I realise I was in only boxers.

Who undressed me? Probably the same person who kidnapped me.

"Oh dear," I splashed cool water onto my face and looked at the things on the counter. There was two toothbrushes, both electric, some other things like toothpaste etc, and around the tub was shampoo, washing gel and things like that.

I walked out of the bathroom and only then realised how dark it was. There was very little light, and when I searched for the source I saw it coming from underneath some curtains. They must have been covering a window!

Who was I kidding though?

They weren't stupid, and I must have been the stupid one to think they'll leave it open.

I checked it anyway, opening the big heavy curtains to find a floor to ceiling window that was locked, or couldn't even be opened. Either way, I wasn't leaving anytime soon. And even if I did get out by the window, it was two stories high and we were surrounded by woods.

There was another door in the room, and I guessed it led to the hallway, and when I went to investigate it was knocked on. Making me jump three feet in the air from shock.

I didn't say anything, and when they knocked again I let out a chocked 'hello?'

"Can I come in? Are you decent?" An elderly, muffled voice said through the door.

"I-I'm okay," there was a 'click' of the lock sliding and then the door was pushed open.

And like I suspected, an old lady walked through the door.

She was around 50, give or take a few years, with greying, mousy brown hair and still bright green eyes. She was my height, and was carrying a tray of food with a glass of orange juice.

She locked the door again behind her and sat the tray on the small table in the room.

"There you are dear. Breakfast in bed," she beamed at me, her teeth were white and straight when she smiled.

"Th-thanks," her smile started to vanish and I stood as still as I could, farthest away from her.

Yes, she was only an elderly lady, but I was still scared.

"Don't worry, Master Shane, it'll be alright," she smiled a small smile this time and left the room, locking the door.

I didn't eat the food that was on the tray, instead I sat on the bed with my legs crossed and tried to meditate.

Yes, meditate. It was one of the things I used to do to deal with my stress and anxiety, but lately I had stopped. Now seemed like a good idea to try again.

I closed my eyes, rested my hands on my knees and breathed deeply and evenly.

It works somewhat, but not much. I was still stressing and wanting to get out of here, and my anxiety, I can't even explain it.

I needed a hot bath. A very hot bath.

That's what I did, I jumped up from the bed and went into the bathroom again. I tried to figure out which tap did what as there were about 10 of them, but I eventually figured it out and the tub started to fill with hot, steamy water.

It took at least 10-15 minutes to fill all the way to the top, and when it was done I slipped my boxers off and slid into the boiling water. It burned, but it felt good.

There were bubbles surrounding me, and the room, and mirrors were all steamed and fogged up.

This shouldn't be the time where I take baths, this should be the time where I should be freaking out over being taken!

But I guess in some ways, I'm glad I was.

My mum, as much as I loved her because she was then only one I had left, I wanted to be away from her.

I let my head flop back onto the soft cushion around the edge and closed my eyes.

I fell asleep like that, there was music coming from somewhere that I could faintly hear that helped lull me to sleep.

Sometime while I was sleeping I could feel myself being moved but didn't have the energy to open my eyes. Instead I snuggled down into the warmth of the bed and fell right back to sleep.