First, you make me miss my Prom. Then, you kidnap me! Marry you? Hell no!

First, you make me miss my Prom. Then, you kidnap me! Marry you? Hell no! /2/

Note: That is Owen;]

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Holy shit my head hurts. I slowly opened my eyes, and a sharp sting shot through my head. I let out a groan, as I felt something soft below me. I looked down, and realized I was laying on a bed. Oh my god! That guy could have freaking raped me!

I shot up as quick as I could, and took a deep breath. My head hurt really bad, but I am not about to wait around for that freak to come back and kill me!

I ran towards the door, squinting in the dark to see it. I flung the door open, and let out a scream when I saw a dark figure standing before me. I tripped backwards, falling on my ass as I scooted away from the man. I could hear him laugh at me, as he flicked on the light.

"Well, you're finally awake." He said, as he closed the door behind him. I stared up into his eyes, enchanted by how gorgeous they were. Wait, why the hell am I checking out my kidnapper?! Ew!

The man laughed again, as he slowly walked towards me. "Would you prefer to sit on the bed? I promise I won't bite." He stated, as he smirked at me.

God was he freaking hot! Oh my god you can totally see his muscles through that tight shirt! Ew, hold on! Why am I checking him out again?

"Wipe the drool babe." He said, and I glared at him angrily. "I know I'm hot, but really, it's rude to stare." He added, and I flipped him off. He chuckled, and slowly sat down on the bed. I got up too, and backed away from him.

"Where the hell am I?" I demanded, as I glared at the stranger. "And who the fuck are you? Why did you kidnap me you son of a bitch?!" I growled angrily, as I clenched my fists at my side. He smirked at me, an amused look on his face.

"Well, that's no way for a ladyto talk. Where are your manners?" He questioned to me, and I wanted to beat the living crap out of him.

"Oh, pardon me. Some asshole kidnapped me, drugged me, and now has me stuck in this room! So excuse me if I'm a little pissed right now. I'll try to find my manners you dumb shit!" I yelled at him, as I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Well, you sure do have a colorful vocabulary." He stated, as he grinned at me. "But if you would just calm down, I'd love to explain things to you. But really babe, chill out." He added, and I clenched my teeth.

"Who the hell are you to tell me to calm down? I don't even know who you are! And why the hell am I here? Who are you?" I demanded, as I glared at the stranger angrily.

"Well, my name's Owen. And I was sent to retrieve you by your father." He answered, and my jaw-dropped. My father? What the hell?

"Yes, your father. He really wants to meet you. It seems you are of some value to him. So if you'll be a good little girl, and shut your mouth for one second, I'm sure all your questions will be answered." Owen told me.

"Owen, is it?" I asked him sweetly, as I took a step towards him. He smiled at me cockily. "You can tell my bastard of a father that I don't give a fuck what he wants. He is a piece of shit who can rot in hell. I don't ever want to see that son of a bitch. So you can go relay that little message, and be a good little boy." I mimicked what he had called me.

He stared at me, a scowl on his face. "You might want to mind your manners you ungrateful little bitch." He growled, as he got up off the bed. We were now facing one another, and I was not about to back down, even though he was a lot bigger than me. "Because King Oliver is a very nice man, who is about to make your pitiful little life worth living." I froze as he said king.

What the hell?

"What do you mean, King Oliver?" I questioned him, as I raised an eyebrow at him. He smirked at me. "What the hell are you talking about?" I demanded.