Oscillation | [H.S]

Chapter 2

"I'll get rid of her" My heart began pumping the adrenaline even harder through my body. I did not want to die. Especially when this wasn't even my mistake! When my kidnapper tried to grab me, I started kicking my legs wildly. He seemed to be losing his patience with me quickly. 

When he grabbed my bound arms, my leg flew up right into his crotch. He let me go and fell onto the ground, grunting painfully. I used my legs to get away from him as quickly as possible, shuffling on the ground towards the door. The gag made breathing hard but I wasn't going to give up.

"My fucking nuts. You bitch!" The voice of my kidnapper was at least three octaves higher. I tried to crawl even quicker, crying and breathing loudly. 

A hand grabbed my arm again and I looked up fearfully, meeting the furious eyes of my kidnapper. I shook my head and tried pleading to him to let me live but the gag was still in the way. 

"I'm going to kill you" He grinned devilishly, exposing his yellow and broken teeth. I hear a small click and my eyes shot to the sound. A small pocket knife was in his hand. The man lifted the knife, his eyes flashing. He was ready to kill me and my struggles were having no effect. 

"Stop."His voice was clear. It almost seemed as if he stopped time with his voice. My kidnapper let my arm go and stood like a statue next to me. I almost didn't dare to breath. I was sure I would faint soon. My breath was quivering and my legs were shaking. 

The man on the couch was looking at me, his lips pressed together. He was observing my shaking body from top to toe.

"Leave." I thought the demand was for me but not a second later the two men that were seated next to him on the couch and my kidnapper left the room. The click of the door closing made me realise I was totally alone with this man. 

His eyes were now curious, the grin back on his lips. Although his body was still rigid, sitting back on the couch. I was looking quickly away from him to take in my surroundings. There wasn't much more to the room than I had already seen. A simple white light above the black couch, four walls and the door located right behind me. I was ready to run. 

"Feeling brave, are we, kitten?" I met the eyes of the man on the couch again and I wined softly. All hope left my body again from these words. He was right. Even if I made it to the door, I had no idea what was outside and my hands were still bound. 

We kept staring and he seemed to win. He was a truly beautiful man, almost unreal. He radiated danger and the longer I looked into his cold eyes, the more scared I became. I was the first to look away. 

"Come here." This time the demand was meant for me. I was frozen on the spot, really not wanting to come closer to this man. His jaw tightened, making me change my mind. I tried to lift my shaking leg but I couldn't. His lips were pressed together again.

"Don't make me say it again." And so I walked up to him slowly, my shoulders hunched slightly. My right shoulder was still extremely painful from my fall earlier. I stopped about a metre away from the man, sobbing silently. He rolled his eyes out of annoyance en nodded his head once to indicate me to set another step, which I did. 

"Kneel." My eyes widened and goosebumps spread over my body, even though I was sweaty. My heart was beating so hard that I was sure that he must be able to hear it. I held my gaze to the floor while following his command. I wasn't even fully seated when he pulled my body closer. scraping my knees over the floor. I felt the denim I was wearing, tearing. My nose could now touch his knees.

"Not so feisty anymore, are we?" He seemed to enjoy himself. I was not really able to understand that but I was sure it made me even more scared. I had watched enough movies and series to know these circumstances but being there myself made my mind go totally blank. I was just hoping he would be done with me quickly so I could go. 

He stared at me again and reaching out to me after a few moments to touch my painful cheek softly. The touch almost seemed loving. It disgusted me. His thumb made soft circles on my cheek whereafter he unexpectedly teared the tape from my mouth. The tape took the drenched cloth from my mouth with it. I cringed from the sting it left on my lips. I licked my lips to reduce the pain. There were still many pieces of glue from the tape on there. 

The man let his hand touch my cheek again, which pulled me from my thoughts. I pulled my head away in defiance. Even though I was still way too scared I felt like proving myself. I had to show that I could leave.

"Let me go." I said fiercely. My voice wavered slightly since I had screamed so much in the past few hours but I was surprised by how strong it sounded. The man his eyebrows were raised and a small 'tuh' sound had left his lips. As if he was disappointed. 

"I have been so kind to let you speak, and the first thing that comes out is a demand?" He spoke lowly, with his eyebrows frowned again. "That is not how it works, kitten." 

I swallowed, remorse washing over me. I wanted to take my words back and put them back in my throat. His grin widened, seeing me sitting silently at his knees. He was enjoying this, it was easy to tell. He must get his adrenaline from this. 

"So pretty and innocent." He murmured silently. His empty eyes seemed satisfied. "I could have a lot of fun with you." 

His posture was slightly bowed so that he was hanging over me, exerting his dominance. He grabbed hold of my chin while the other hand weaved through my dark brown hair. I waited. It felt like the atmosphere could change quickly. That he would explode and kill me. I quivered thinking about my dead body at his feet. 

I bit my lip so hard out of fear that I could feel the blood trickling down my chin. I tried to make myself slightly bigger for one more attempt. Don't cry, don't show weakness.

"Let me go." It sounded weak this time, even though I really tried. Deep down I knew it was of no use. He grabbed my face harder and turned it a little upwards so that I was looking into his eyes again. I tried to search for any emotion, but there was nothing. 

"But I haven't even gotten my chance of playing with you yet." His voice was soft and heavy but his words had enormous impact. A single tear escaped my eye. I was sure it was the last one I could shed that day. I was exhausted. 

"Please" I begged. The rough patch of his thumb scraped over my cheek and took the tear. He balanced the droplet on his thumb and looked at it. His eyes moved from the droplet to me and  he put his thumb in his mouth. I exhaled sharply and then he said: 

"Actually, I think I will keep you."