The Master and his Shadow

Sweet

Pulling you to a decent car, he opened the door for you. You smiled lightly and got in. The car smelled of him. His warm sweatshirt hugged you as you adjusted to your seat. The sky was grey with the scent of rain on the way; the car had already warmed slightly.

You looked over to the Master, or Harold. Mr. Saxon sat in the driver’s seat on the right of you. A stale cup of coffee was held captive in a cup holder. It still smelled faintly of coffee, giving the car a pleasant, familiar smell. He stroked the wheel and started the car. He grinned. “I call this thing a Tardis.” What the hell was a Tardis? Backing up from his parking spot, you scanned the area around you.

A city, that’s where you were, all you needed to do was figure out what city. “Mind if I put on music or something? You’re not really a talker,” he chuckled. You nodded and kept your gaze on the city. You really should have kept it on your ‘friend’ next to you. His hand brushed against yours, a small gasp escaped your lips. Mr. Saxon chuckled lightly and continued to drive. “I like the messy look on you.” Huh? What was he talking about? Oh wait…. His clothes. Duh. “I prefer cargo pants.” You mumbled. “Alright! We’ll find some! Probably in the guy’s section.”

You hated shopping for clothes. All those countless hours of finding something, fitting, and then finding more wore you out. He surprised you a little. You had no clue a kidnapper would take his victim into the open, let alone a mall. “Did you hear me, sweetie?” His words sliced into your mind.

Your head jerked up to look at him. “Huh…?” you said lazily. He laughed and you noticed he was drumming the same beat onto the wheel. That. Same. Damn. Beat. “I said, I don’t want to be in there forever. The girls start noticing me after a while.” He smiles. “Oh. Why’d you call me sweetie?” You blushed lightly and tilted your head so he wouldn’t notice. “Ah, a friend of mine used to say that.” He looked away. The rest of the ride was silent.

A large building came into view, a mall or something of the looks of it. You looked at him, his face was unreadable. He drove into the parking lot. It was nearly empty. He parked and dragged you out. “I hope its not a Saturday… is it?” He looked down at me. “Hell if I know, you kidna-“ He kissed your cheek as a couple passed by. You grew warm and your eyes widened in shock. He hid your face with his sleeve and smirked. After the couple left, he reluctantly let go.

He laughed, “You should have seen your face! Whew! That shut you up quick!” he howled with laughter as you looked down. Suddenly anger built up in you and you slapped him. Mr. Saxon stopped mid laugh and growled, his facial expression changing quickly.

He grabbed you roughly and got close, your nose almost touching his. “Later…. We’ll talk about this.” His hand wrapped around yours and he headed to the mall. You were in for a rough ride.

((Author: Hey guys! I'm back. I had a slight case of writers block, which pushed back the publishing of this part. I hope you enjoyed! I also wanted to say thanks for the votes! Tell me what you think! :D))